Taymor|TayK 🐉 
                              "Damn, we always somewhea going to a party." I straight faced Santana. 
                              "Shut up hoe, they paying you."
                              "Not enough." I mumbled. I was going to a big ass New Years party that some people at school were throwing. "But money is money." 
                              "Damn right." He smiled. 
                              🍫👸🏾: Nigga Ian kissing nobody but them drinks 🍹 
                              - Stop playing
                              -you already know what it is 💦👅 
                              🍫👸🏾: man 🤣 we gone see 😍😘
                              -YOU gone see. 🙂 LDS
                              🍫👸🏾: Wtf is that
                              -Long. 
                              -Dick. 
                              -Style. 
                              🍫👸🏾: I'm blocking you. 
                              -Love you 😂
                              🍫👸🏾: Dont text me until 2018 💀
                              - Bettt📌
                              "What got you ova thea smiling like that?" 
                              "Don't worry bout it." I snap, mugging him. He looked taken aback. I sighed and shook my head. 
                              "My bad. I just don't feel like preforming tonight bruh. Imma be off the stage by midnight, right?" 
                              "Right." He nodded, but I know this nigga still didn't know. That's why I ain't want Santana doing this manager type shit for me in the first place. He was slow to tell me I even had a show in the first place. I had to throw some shit together last minute. 
                              "I can already tell this shit finna be wild." 
                              "Nigga—I'm not preforming outside in this cold ass weather! This is a NYE party, not Coachella! We not watching the ball or the damn peach drop." I mugged him as we pulled up to the mounds of people outside. 
                              "Chill, you performing inside. They just waiting in the bouncer to come and let them in. They charging." I just sighed and shook my head. We jumped out his car and went around the back of the venue, seeing a bunch of people setting up and some of the rappers from our town chilling. 
                              "Ayo, What's poppin' Tay?" Some dude came up and greeted me like he knew me. 
                              "Wassup?" I just dapped him up and tried not to have an annoyed ass look on my face. 
                              "You must don't remember me?" . 
                              Clearly not, nigga
                              "Uh, nah man."  I said kind of dry. 
                              "I'm Pimp's little brother!" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked a little closer. 
                              "Holy shit..." I laughed and dapped him up again. 
                              "Ian seen you in forever my nigga!" Jamal was just a little younger than me. He was like 16 now. 
                              "Right! How ya brother, man?" I haven't seen Pimp since we got into a fight out on his street. Side note: I beat his ass. 
                              "Still actin' like a hoe ass nigga." He shook his head. 
                              "Man, tell him I said stop being a bitch and text me."
                              "AYE, TAY K GET HERE YET?" 
                              "Right here bruh." I say, holding a finger up. 
                                      
                                   
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Breathe (Tay K)~COMPLETED
Fanfiction"You the only thing I give a fuck about anymo', don't take my motivation away from me." * Imagine watching your childhood best friend become a sensation almost over night...You never saw the signs, you would've never figured it out if it hadn't been...
 
                                               
                                                  