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Jahseh
Stokeley and I have been at this place all day making wedding plans. We brought our moms to help. But it seems like we aren't getting anywhere and I'm just tired and ready to go home.
This whole day has been mentally draining and frankly, I don't feel like even planning this wedding anymore. It's become too much stress and Stokeley acts like he could care less.
"Okay so now that we have the menu out the way, what are the colors you want to do?" Reyna asked. She is the wedding planner we hired.
"Black," Stokeley said.
"Ew no not black. We want sliver." I said.
"Ew what the hell I look like having a wedding looking like a disco ball and a roll of tinfoil," Stokeley rolled his eyes.
"It doesn't matter what you look like cause it ain't about how you look stupid." I rolled my eyes.
"This nigga said black." I rolled my eyes. "The fuck I look like having a emo looking ass wedding?"
"How about we do purple?" My mom suggested.
"No!" Everyone said.
"Pink?" Faith offered.
"This ain't a sweet sixteen," my mom chuckled.
"We will do black," Stokeley said.
"Uhh no we are not doing black. I just said no black," I glared at him.
"Well what the hell I look like with a sliver theme? That's gay!" Stokeley said.
"Bitch news flash, you're gay!" I almost yelled and stood up to walk away. "I don't care anymore. Do what you want. If I even show up to this stupid wedding anyways."
"Wait Jah I didn't mean that," he followed after me.
"I think you did. And I think that we shouldn't even have a wedding. It shouldn't matter if it's gay or not." I crossed my arms. "I don't think you're ready."
"How you gonna tell me if I'm ready or not?" He sighs.
"You told me you were ready last time and you weren't," I shrugged. "I'm not trying to make that mistake twice."
"I'll be back I need air." I walked out the door and started wondering through the mall since I was bored.
It took about five minutes for me to get spotted and I just new all hell was about to break loose if I didn't split right now.
I love my supporters but i can't even take a walk in peace no more. It gets kind of annoying. I schedule meet and greets to meet my fans but when I'm having personal time or family time I would like to be left alone.
"Can I get a picture?" A girl ran up to me. I hate pictures but of course I smiled and posed for the camera. After that I put my hood on and went back before someone could spot me and I would be stuck taking pictures all day.
"Thought you needed air," Stokeley glared at me.
"Well I cant get air when I have fans all up my ass so here I am trying to plan this stupid ass wedding that no one wants." I slumped in a chair and crossed my arms.
"Okay y'all need to chill. It's not about how you look, it's about making this promise to love each other in front of everyone you love.This is Your gift to each other to say how much you love each other. And also. It's about you and your kids." Faith said. "Now suck it the fuck up cause I'm hungry and tired and we've been here all fucking day you sons of bitches."
There's the momma I love and adore.
"Okay you're right." Stokeley said. "I'm sorry."
"Mmm." I shrugged my shoulders. You know I'm petty and stubborn so I'm not forgiving nothing. I want food first. I just want to take a nap.
"If I buy you food will you be nice?" He asked as if he was reading my mind.
"Yes," I smiled.
"Promise?" He asked. He stuck out his pinky and I connected it with mine. We shook it and both kissed our combined pinkies as to lock the promise.
"I love you," He smiled at me.
"I love you more. Now buy me food," I said.
"You'd think they were already married the way they fight," Reyna laughed.
"Well thank you," I smiled.
"So maybe you can do a white, black and silver theme? It fits what you both want and it's a beautiful color combination," Reyna suggested.
"I'm down," Stokeley said.
"Me too," I smiled.
"So what kind of flowers are we wanting?" She asked.
"Daisies were always a favorite in my family weddings." I turned to the door and there was Cleo.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I need to talk to you," she looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please. You don't have to see me ever again. Or even talk to me now. Just hear me out please?"
She looks so much healthier than when I last saw her. She has more hair, she has some meat on her. And she's her voice sounds better too.
Something in me wanted to talk to her. Something in me wanted to hear what she had to say. But could I admit that?
"I- I don't know .." I said quietly. I looked at my mom.
