"I'm so tired," Miles says as we literally drag our bodies through the airport at 3am.
"Me too," I say, putting my arm around his lower back and resting my head against his side.
The two of us as well as most of the team walked tiredly and were relieved when we finally boarded the plane. I cuddled into my Miles and I knocked out almost instantly.
When I opened my eyes it was like and hour before we landed and he was awake.
"Did you sleep?" I asked, sitting up.
"Yeah, I'm straight."
"Okay," I say, taking out my phone. I went on Instagram and looked through some of the comments on pictures.
It's weird because I thought when people found out I was with Miles, I wasn't really gonna be paid attention to but that's not close to the case. I'm constantly talked down on when it comes to social media.
"Don't look at that," Miles says, snatching my phone as I stared at a comment on a picture of me.
"I don't understand-"
"Stop," he says. "You're shittin on them. All of them, bitches and niggas. Anything they say shouldn't matter."
"But why do they hate on us?"
"It's cause I ended up with the prettiest girl in the world and they jealous that we shittin on them."
He gave me my phone back and I settled for playing 8 ball with various people. After some time I get a notification saying that Miles just posted.
I click on it and it was him and I a few weeks ago and he was holding me up as I took a mirror picture.
He captioned it.
"Fuck, I'm a lucky ass nigga. Everyday I wake up to the prettiest girl I've ever seen and get to feel her love and love her back. She's my support and makes everything about me better. I hate seeing her hurt because of internet assholes. Hate on me all you want but quit fucking with my girl that shit is not cool."
I look up at him as he tries to not let me see his huge smile.
"You're so fucking sweet," I say, kissing his cheek.
***
"Damn they waste no time," the shade room was already on top of Miles' post.
"#Lilyachty is not here for people trolling his girl 👀"
Miles pulled up the post on his phone and started going to some of the comments and one in particular stuck out to him.
randomuser42: boy bye 🙃 she want u 4 ur money n ur fame n she note even bad
Miles rolled his eyes and started to compose a reply.
Lilyachty: listen here, Cordelia is independent as hell, she got a job without my help before we ever me making bank doing GOOD hair. something you don't seem to know shit about seeing your leave out is stugglin 😩 my girl is shittin on your whole existence mam. Maybe ill talk to her about getting you an appointment on the house. don't come for her again cause I hate having to be petty
"Miles!" I say, dying of laughter from his clap back. He usually is so mature when it comes to responding to people.
"It's cause your petty ass is rubbing off on me," he say, rolling his eyes. "I had to get on them one good time Ma."
"Mhm," I say, holding his hand.
"So were in La, what's the move for the night?"
"How to asking me? We here cause of you."
"Well you're the California girl so I thought you'd have some type of clue. But since you wanna be difficult I'll decide," he says pushing me slightly. "Lets go see a movie."
People always joke that the two of us are boring but whatever. We don't really party or anything, it's kinda over rated.
We went to a theater near by to see Bye Bye man but we left halfway through because it was dry.
"That was a fucking bust," he mumbles, holding my hand as we walk down the street.
"Yeah. How about we go somewhere else?"
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Dreamboat | Lil Yachty
FanfictionCordelia is a fan girl with a passion for hair and a hunger for success. She's content with her life until Lil Yachty himself flips her whole world upside down.