She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

07

I left like an hour later since I felt weird as hell sleeping anywhere else besides my California king. I was still pretty faded, but not too bad. The drive home was pretty calming. Like, it had rained earlier so I had my window down.

You ever went outside after it rained and took a deep ass breath? It smells so good and natural. Like bomb pussy.

When I got home, I wasn't very surprised to see Pops was awake. That nigga never sleeps I swear to God.

"Pebs, where have you been?" He asks as he stirs eggs in a bowl. "Chillin' with Camila and Lauren," I shrug, grabbing an apple from the middle of the table. He raises an eyebrow, "Really?" I nod, "Mainly Camila since y'know Lauren hates my guts."

"Why is that?"

"Hell if I know. I mean, I gotta go on tour with them in a few months, so I gotta at least make them tolerate me," he nods in a agreement, "Definitely. You can be a bit of a jackass," he chuckles. I laugh sarcastically.

"Very funny, dad. Hey, did I tell you I'm collabing with Ariana soon?" He shakes his head, "I actually gotta go to the studio later today to throw around some ideas."

He pours the eggs into a pan and starts to put bacon in the oven. I kink a brow, "Cheat day? That's some greasy bacon, Pops." He chuckles, "I'm just in the mood for bacon. Mind your business."

I put my hands up in defense, "Damn, my fault." I finish off the apple and got up to throw it away. "I'm going to sleep," I say, heading upstairs. "You don't want breakfast?" I shake my head, "I'm good."

"Oh OK, well, sleep tight, Pebs."

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I woke up at around 12 and decided it was time to hit the studio with Ari. I go to take a quick shower and as I'm drying off, I get a call from Ally. The fuck she want? I answer, "Hello?"

"Hey, Simon just called me and said to take me to the studio with you when you go."

I suck my teeth, "This PR already annoying."

"Like I'm so thrilled to spend an X amount of time with you." I could tell by her tone that she rolled her eyes. I sigh, running a hand through my damp curls. "A'ight, I'll be up there in like 30."

"OK. Oh, and you left your brownie container," she informs with an attitude. I chuckle a bit, "Did Camren finish them?" She exhales loudly, "A'ight, Ally. I'll see you later." She hangs up and I shrug. I continue to get dressed, slipping on some slides.

I dial Ari's number and put her on speaker.

"Hey, Y/N!"

"Hey, Ari. I'm 'bout to head to the studio."

"OK, I'll be there at around 2:30."

I check the time to see it's a quarter until 2, "Ok. I gotta pick up Ally anyway," I roll my eyes. She giggles.

"Why don't you like her? She's literally a sweetheart."

"You, the boys, and my dad all said the same thing. And I'm tolerating her and vice versa if we wanna make this work. I just don't like being bossed around, like," I grab my keys and call out to my dad and Maui.

"If everyone is saying the same thing, maybe you're really the problem."

I pause abruptly, looking at the phone with a raised brow, "I'm not that-,"

"Sorry, babe, but you're an asshole," she giggles. I laugh sarcastically, "Ha ha. Anyway, I'm gone. See you later, Grande."

"Bye, Johnson."