Giselle's POV
We were now headed to some fancy restaurant to meet my parents in the Oakland area that I already forgot the name of. I was too busy fidgeting in my seat to pay attention to my surroundings while Stephen was driving. And of course playing with my fingers. No surprise there. I rolled the window down in an attempt to get some fresh air since I felt like I was suffocating.
"Giselle, in a few minutes you're going to make yourself start to hyperventilate. And then how am I going to explain that to your parents when you faint before we even get there?" Stephen asked with a concerned look on his face. I guess he had a point.
"I'm really trying like seriously trying not to. I've done it plenty of times before."
"What? Faint?" he responded while looking over at me.
"Well, hyperventilate and then faint. It's a long story for another day. Bad anxiety." Stephen just shook his head and continued driving. It's amazing how with my "criminal" past, which I actually don't think of as being criminal I was simply protecting myself, I still managed to have bad anxiety and get nervous over something as simple as this. I guess it has to do with the aftermath of what I did and living with what I did every day. Just then I got a text from Amirah.
Sooo how are you and the hubby?
Fine I guess. About to have dinner with my parents. Meeting his family this weekend.
See, I told you my idea was good
What idea?
For you to stay married, you were already rich because of your parents and now it's double because of Stephen. Did he put your name on the bank account yet?
AMIRAH! NO! I am not a little gold digging hoe!
Well your actions lately would say otherwise
I was going to strangle this girl when I saw her.
And this is exactly why you get on my damn nerves
You love me boo
Ehhh no I don't
Anyway have fun with the parents! Text me when you get home to your new house so I know that they didn't kill you. Love you to pieces Elle!!!
Bye hoe
Now I sent you that loving message and that's how you respond?
Yup. Adios hoe.
At least my bachelorette days ain't over!
Bye Amirah
LMAOOOO bye!
"We're here." Stephen said while breaking me out of my trance. I put my phone in my pink Michael Kors bag and sighed.
"We still have time to turn around right?" I asked while looking over at Stephen.
"Let's go, it won't be that bad." He answered.
Just then I got a text from my mother.
Where yall at? I'm hungry Giselle!
This woman right here, I swear.
We're outside mom
Well hurry up. That little lunch we had didn't do anything for me.
I simply sighed and looked over at Stephen.
"It's not too late to run away you know." I quietly said as Stephen laughed.
YOU ARE READING
Vegas Baby |Stephen Curry| #Wattys2017
FanfictionOne drunken summer night in Vegas could lead to multiple outcomes, but unfortunately for 20 year old Giselle Varner, she got more than she bargained for when she woke up with a 20 karat diamond ring on her finger and next to Stephen Curry of the Gol...