Sweet Ally Brooke is forced to publicly date Y/N Johnson; better known as The Rock's conceited, egotistical daughter. Two completely opposite world's collide in a mess of events and controversy.
You (G!P)
Started: April 2, 2018
Ended: May 23, 2020
(Filler...so it's gonna be shorter than Kevin Hart)
She starts brushing and combing my weave while I felt my eyes droop close. I swear to God, that's the best feeling; even though I just got cool with her, but I don't give a fuck.
I gotta deal with her sooner and later.
Just as I feel myself fall asleep, I suddenly smell something burning.
THIS BITCH IS FLATIRONING MY HAIR!
"Yo, Nicotine, chill!"
"Didn't I say sit still, luh girl?" I squint at her, "Well, you are burning my hair and shit, making it smell like a damn tropical forest fire. Can you turn that shit down?" She shakes her head.
"If it ain't smoking, it ain't working."
This hoe.
----- "Done!"
I jump up outta my sleep and start stretching my legs before I slowly stood up. My hair feel heavy as a bitch. Why each time you get your hair done, it feel like that?
I stretch more, groaning, "Damn." She starts putting everything away and I take my phone to check the time. 8:32pm. Yep, all day.
I go to my camera to see what she did and I stale face myself. I turn to her, not changing my expression, "Is you serious?"
"It's are you serious, Asshole," the fuck she come from? I suck my teeth, "Didn't nobody ask yo' vampire head ass." She glares at me then flips her hair, walking off saying, "I am Lamp, bitch."
The fuck?
I shake my head, going on Twitter to post this shit.
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My phone starts going crazy immediately after I posted it. Damn, people was waiting for a nigga to post something.
Because I can, I went into the kitchen for something to eat. I suddenly think back on that sandwich Gaymila made earlier.
"Yo, Campbell's soup?!" Nothing. "Camouflage?!" Nada. "Cojimar! C'mere!" I hear a loud groan followed by heavy footsteps coming in the kitchen. "The fuck you want?!" I smile at the irritated Latina head ass.
"Make me a sandwich, please?" She rolls her eyes and snatched the bread off of the counter. "Only because I want one too." I side hug her tightly, "Grass ass, Candlewax!"
"Yeah, yeah."
----- After my scrumptious meal, I sat in the living room with Dinah, who's heavily invested into her phone. I ain't trippin', though. I then get a notification from Twitter.
I look over at the girl, squinting. "Really?" She looks up and shrugs, "What? You look good." I shake my head, going back to my phone.
I plug my headphones in and put on Spotify, turning my volume up. I lean back, listening to The Weeknd, feeling so chilled.
Until I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I open my eyes, trying not to show so much irritation when I see who it is. I take muy buds out, "What's up?" She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't push me to say nothing. Instead she sits next to me, really close might I add.
"Can we go somewhere?" She asks. I sit up, running my hand through my now, thanks to Nerf gun, straightened hair. "Where you wanna go? Get something to eat, or...?" She shakes her head, "Anywhere. I gotta get out of this house." She says.
Though, it didn't sound like she was joking.
Double update because I love y'all... Don't ask me for shit else...
