*BACK AT MIRABELLA'S HOUSE"
Jackson bring the car to a slow stop as we reach my house. All the windows are dark and the house seems empty, just like me on the inside.
Jackson grabs my face and yells, "ALRIGHT BABY GIRL ARE YOU READY TO KILL THIS SHIT?!"
I frown at him and take his hands of my face, "Please calm down and act like less of a crack whore okay? It's bad enough that I'm moving out, I don't need her to lose her shit if you're acting batshit crazy."
Jackson rolls his eyes. He got some cute ass eyes I'll tell you that man.
We both get out of the car and start walking up towards my house.
I slowly approach the door and after a nod of confirmation from Jackson, ring the doorbell.
I hear heavy footsteps approach the door and it suddenly swings open.
"Daddy?"
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More Than Friends
RomanceMirabella Johnson was your average girl. Literally. She got C 's and B's and only played one sport, which she wasn't very good at. The only thing that she loved was singing, and she wanted to make it her life and her career. But of course that's kin...
