Cherry's pov:
I sigh as I throw my phone on my bed. For the last couple of nights I've stayed up late watching Why Don't We compilations and music videos, which resulted me being late to my morning shoots. My crew is busting my ass to be on time, but damn can a girl get some slack?
My phone keeps going off. Why does it always blow up right after I put it down? I feel like I should check in case Amanda got eaten by a alligator, but I'm lazy as fuck so I don't. I slowly get ready for the day. I'm hungry, i want beef jerky.
Quick reminder: get teriyaki beef jerky
After is seems like 1,000,000 years of procrastinating and being a lazy person, I'm finally done getting ready. I grab my keys and head out. Once I'm in my car, and before I start it up, I finally check my phone.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
What the fuck was repeating in my head as I opened my phone.
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cherry baby || J.M.
FanfictionCan we act like we use to act? Sing the songs only you and I know. Go places we found together. Sitting around just enjoying each other's company. But the past is the past. I'm now listening to music that matches my feelings. I miss the way...
