Bonnie And Clyde

Chapter 11 Its me Bonnie

London's POV

Its been 4 years since me and Audrey got together .I'm am now 20 and he is 21 .Me and all my friends graduated 2 years ago .

I guess we have some weird thing going on with our circle because everybody hooked up .

Ky gave up his hoish ways and gave Bri a chance our senior year and they are standing strong.

Memphis and Charity has been together for about a year now and also standing strong.

When my parents first found out about me and Audrey my mom was happy but my dad wasn't happy .But over the years he got over it.

After I turned 19 me and Audrey rented a duplex .

We've been staying strong we have our problems bit we got through them.

In my thoughts my phone began to rang

"Hey babe"I said excitedly."Yo boop how about we go out o8l dinner tonight I have something special for you planned" o."Sure what's the occasion ."Boop I told you its a secret so I can't tell you be ready at 7oclock.

It was currently 6:15 so I just started getting ready now. I walked upstairs and picked put my Black and white Versace dress that showed off my curves , my black white and gold heels ,a gold rope chain gold watched and some black gold and white bracelets. I got in the shower and played that song "Fashion Killa " by ASAP Rocky

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Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said

Rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max

My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags

She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce & Gabanna

I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga

I'm sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima

And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana

Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama

She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana

Cause everything designer,

Her jeans is Helmut Lang, shoes is Alexander Wang

And her shirt the newest Donna, Karan

Wearin' all the Cartier frames

Jean Paul Gaultiers cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said

I see your Jil Sanders, Oliver Peoples

Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester

See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain

Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant

I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior

Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store

I crush down with that top down, boys see how I ride 'round

Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne

Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock

She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop

And Versace: got a lot, but she may never wear it

But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said

Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe

Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together

I see bags and rings, jeans and shoes

Spikes and patent leathers if the fabric makes you different

You and me, me and you,

Go away together, we could get away forever

All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turned the light out

I met my baby, expressed my passion, on my fashion night out

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

I said her pistol go (bang bang, boom boom, pop pop),

Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said her pistol go...

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After a few more songs I got out the shower and started to put loose curls in my hair. I got done at about 6:39 so that have me about 20 minutes to get dressed.

I lotion on my body and started getting dressed .When I was done it was about 6:50 something so I knew he would be calling my phone any....

"Hey baby "I said in a sweet voice. "Hey baby you ready""Yeah babe I'll be right out .

I grabbed my purse , keys and phone and headed out the door. I walked out the door and locked it .I say him standing by the passenger side all dressed up.

Damn he sexy as hell I can't wait to later so I can make love to him , I thought when I was walking up to him .

"You look gorgeous boop."Thanks you don't look bad your self. He opened the door for me and closed it .He ran to the driver side .We got on the interstate and that's when my questions poured out .

"So can you qive me a hint".