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We ventured back to the office. It was still pretty early... Like, 1:30. So yeah. What we didn't notice is that we were still holding hands. So (A/n: 4th wall breaks here) you can imagine what happened...
"OMG I SHIP IT!"
"WHENS THE WEDDING?!"
"CAN I BE THE FLOWER GIRL?!"
Red and I let go of each other's hand and blush. Standing there, I was twisting my foot into the ground. Like I was putting out a cigarette. Red was in front of me stuttering. Trying to explain while the others laughed. So I snuck away. I wasn't really doing much, except you know, listening to shipping rants. So I decided to start some music. I mean, I did have my guitar and piano and I wanted to do covers on songs but never really started. I didn't really want to record so I just did sung out of boredom while cleaning my office. It was slightly trashy and I wanted to rearrange so I have more space. I close and lock my office and set to work.
(Start music)
Spoken: So what are you going to say at my funeral now that you've killed me?
'Here lies, the body, of the love of my life. Who's heart I broke, without a gun to my head.'
'Here lies, the mother of my children, both living and dead.'
'Rest in piece, my true love who I took for granted. Most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded her shroud is loneliness. Her God was listening. Her heaven, be a love, without betrayal. Ashes to ashes. Dust to side chicks.'Sung:
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
Nigga nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorryHe trying to roll me up (I ain't sorry)
I ain't picking up (I ain't sorry)
Headed to the club (I ain't sorry)
I ain't thinking 'bout you (I ain't sorry)Me and my ladies sip my d'ussé cups
I don't give a fuck chucking my deuces up
Suck on my balls pause
I had enough
I ain't thinking 'bout you
I ain't thinking 'boutMiddle fingers up
Put them hands high
Wave it in his face
Tell 'em boy bye
Tell 'em boy bye
Boy bye
Middle fingers up
I ain't thinking 'bout youSorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
Nigga nah
Sorry, I ain't sorry
Sorry, I ain't sorry
I ain't sorry
No no hell nahNow you want to say you're sorry
Now you want to call me crying
Now you gotta see me wildin'
Now I'm the one that's lying
And I don't feel bad about it
It's exactly what you get
Stop indirecting my grindingI ain't thinking bout you
I ain't thinking bout you
I ain't thinking bout you
I ain't thinking bout you
I ain't thinking bout youLooking at my watch he should've been home
Today I regret the night I put that ring on
He always got them fucking excuses
I pray to the lord you reveal what his truth isI left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it I'll be far away
I'm far away
But I ain't fucking with nobody
Let's have a toast to the good life
Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
Me and my baby we gone be alright
We gon' live a good life

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FanfictionOk sooo, I'm way too lazy to write Y/n all the time, and I don't want it to be like. 'Blah blah saw Y/n.' So your name is going to beeeeee: Madison! Or Maddy. If you don't like the name you can change it. I just don't want to write Y/n all the time...