Tyla POV😚📶🌷
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Hey, Hey! I'm Tyla Garcia and I'm part Puerto Rican, and black. I play basketball and I can dance. As you've heard me and Dario are related not by blood but by marriage. We get on each other nerves but that's what brother and sisters do.
Dario has been acting kinda weird ever since he saw Sierra. He just daydreams and shit. It's creepy. I know he likes her but damn. Who's my bae? Eh I'm not working on it that much. I'm really trying to focus on my basketball career so I can get a scholarship for college and be in the WBA.
That's right ya girl be ballin. Ball is life. Buh anyway I've been kinda bored since I woke up this morning so I decided to go mess with Dario. I went into my Dad's closet and got an old monster mask. I smirked while pulling it out of the closet.
I walked to Dario's room. Before I went inside I secured the mask on my face. I slowly opened the door and saw Dario peacefully sleeping. Oh well not for long. I went inside and hid on the left side of his bed. I lightly scratched his right shoulder causing him to wake up.
Dario: *gets up* Huh?! *sleepy voice*
He got up and looked around. When he got up walking to his bathroom I hopped up and screamed.
Dario: *screams like a girl*
Me: *starts dying laughing*
Dario: *hyperventilating* What the fuck?!
Me: *laughing while taking the mask off*
Dario: Tyla!
Me: *laughing* What? *laughs*
Dario: Why?
Me: *laughs* Nothin' I was just bored.
Dario: *death glares me* Get out.
Me: Aw. You mad?
Dario: Shut up! *goes in the bathroom and slams the door*
Me: * yells* I love you!
Dario: LEAVE!
Me: *laughs*
Haha! Life it hilarious. After I finished cracking up I went downstairs to get something to eat. Mom and Dad were down in the family room flirting like always. Mom was sitting On Dad's lap while he was rubbing her legs.
Me: Ewwww!
Mom: *giggles* What?
Me: Y'all have a room you know.
Dad: And?
Me: *shakes my head* Nasty.
Mom: Tyla baby, you'll understand how hard it is to be away from a man like this when you're grown. *looks into dad's eyes*
Me: Mom.
Dad: She's telling the truth. *laughs and kisses Mom's cheek*
Mom: *giggles*
Me: *gags*
Mom: *stops giggling* Can we help you?
Me: I'm hungraaaaayyyy!
Mom: Do you have two hands?
Me: *jenny Patel accent* Jes Mom.
Dad: And two legs, and feet?
Me: Ja Dad.
Mom+Dad: Then fix something!
Me: Really?
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Twisted Truth (Completed)
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