Finally Accepted (Sequel)

Ally?

Your POV:

I woke up the next day lying next to Faith on one of Prince's sectional couches. Everyone else was awake except Prod, who was still sleeping on a single couch. Teresa, Prince's mom, was okay with everyone staying the night not including Desiree and her friend. I couldn't help but chuckle a little remembering the way Teresa asked Desiree and her friend to leave.

Faith's foot was always somewhere by my face whenever we slept close to each other. I moved her foot out my face, not that it was stinky but because I don't like feet.

You: Lets' do smack cam on Prod to wake him up

Ray: Ight we using yo phone

You: Okay (hands Prince your phone)

Prince: (starts the video)

You: Smack Cam (slaps Prod)

Everyone: (starts laughing)

Prod: (wakes up) I got you (gets up and starts chasing you)

I ran around the house trying not to run into things. Prod caught me pinning me against the wall as we both panted

Prod: So you like smacking people huh?

You: (in baby voice) I sorry (puckers out lips)

Prod: Big baby (pecks your lips)

Prince: (ends the video and posts it caption: Smack Cam turned into lip cam 👋👉💋~ @princemisfit)

The Comments: Awe their so cute/ When Prod chased her lol/ The caption @princemisfit you funny 😂/ Dang everybody over Prince house/ I swear they the cutest ever/ Whose the other girl?/ @prettygirl25 (made up) She's YN's best friend her name is Faith/ Is that Diggy my baby? / TWIST DONT GOT A SHIRT ON 😍

After all that, we decided on going to the mall. I took a shower in the guest room using my Dove body washed. After drying my body, I changed into a pair of blue jean shorts, beige summer sweater and beige sandals. I curled my hair, loving the way my hair looks being curled.

Prod POV:

After my shower I changed into blue jeans, white T-Shirt and my Air Forces. I brushed my Mohawk and walked back downstairs to join everybody.

I sat downstairs on the same couch I was sleeping on. I was so bored waiting for everyone one so I started channel surfing stopping at Love & Hip Hop: New York.

Ray: Y'all trying to go to the mall?

Roc: Yeah

We grabbed our things and walked to Ray's white navigator with tinted windows or Issa's black hummer. Since we had a total of 13 people some had to ride in Issa car but we were all going to the same place.

Ray drove us to McDonalds knowing none of us ate at Prince's house. We got out the car and walked in trying not to draw attention to us. The girls choose a table leaving the boys to order for them. Surprisingly, Roc ordered for Faith.

Twist: So you trying to get with Faith again?

Roc: Yeah, I realized how much I missed her yesterday

I kind of figured he would, Faith was a pretty girl. She was a little lighter than YN with dark brown hair. Being mixed with German, made all the boys stop because she had something the other girls would never have. Faith was gorgeous but I saw her more as a sister than the I would date her type.

After a few minutes, they gave us our food. I sat YN's pancake and sausage links with orange juice in front of her. Roc, trying to get Faith back, shocked Faith when she realized he ordered her food. By the look on her face, she was happy that Roc realized he lost a good girl to a hoe and wanted the good girl back.

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Shortly we arrived at the mall. We walked in the mall and was glad to not be bombarded with cameras and papers to autograph.

Faith: Are we going as a group our by ourselves?

Twist: Ion really care but I know India and I are leaving

I walked around the mall with YN. We walked around the mall until she dragged me into Charlotte Russe. YN went to try on a few summer dresses, shorts and tops.

Ten full shopping bags and forty five inured later, we walked to the food court to buy a light snack. I told YN I would buy her something so YN went and sat down with her bags at a table.

I was at Aunt Anne's the pretzel place waiting for the employee to give me the pretzels. After I paid for the pretzels and received them, I turned around and almost bumped into a girl.

???: Prodigy?

Me: Ally?

Ally: Yeah it's me

Ally is my ex. We broke up because she only wanted me for the fame. She used me for everything fame, money, fans and more so I ended that.

I couldn't help but notice how mature she looked with her olive colored skin going perfectly with her light brown hair with blonde highlights. Her beautiful brown eyes complemented her gorgeous smile. All I did was smile, puberty did that girl right.

Ally: So how's Mindless Behavior?

Me: Good

Ally: That's good. We should hang out some time

Me: Yeah we should

Ally: What's your number?

Me: (starts giving Ally his number)

Your POV:

I was sitting in a cold chair with my elbows rested on a clean square table waiting for Prod to return with my pretzel. I couldn't help but wonder why he was taking so long to buy pretzel sticks.

After waiting a few more seconds, i got up and walked to him seeing him giving some girl that looks likes his ex-Ally his number. I walked up to him seeing what no girl wants to see, their boyfriend giving their ex their number.

You: Thank you (takes your cinnamon pretzel sticks)

Ally: Hey YN

You: Hi (walks back to your seat)

Ally: Well I better go

Prod: Alright I'll text you

Ally walked away while Prod walked back to the table. We ate our snack in silence. But this silence wasn't a cute adorable silence but an awkward silence.

Prod: Are you mad at me?

You: No

Prod: Then why does it seem like it?

You: No girl wants to see their boyfriend exchange numbers with their ex. Especially if that ex is way prettier than them

Prod: YN she is not prettier than you. Yeah she's pretty but not prettier than you

I knew I wasn't beautiful but I wasn't ugly either and compared to Ally, I was ugly. I saw the way Prod was looking at her, taking in all her developed curves.

I finished eating my last pretzel stick so we got up and finished shopping. Prod and I walked in the PINK store which opened a week ago. I started rummaging through the clearance section searching for sweatshirts and sweatpants. PINK prices their items way too high; fifty dollars for a sweatshirt is outrageous. That sweatshirt better be bullet proof, water proof and come with free perfume if you want me to pay that much for it.

You: Prod you like this one? (holding up a sweatshirt)

Prod: (silent, too engaged in his phone)

You: Prod?

Prod: (still engaged in his phone)

You: Craig

Prod: Huh (looks up from his phone)

You: (rolls eyes) Never mind

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Prod too into that phone!

Probably texting Ally -_-