Chapter 4

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Amalah's POV
May 28, 2014

I'm bored out of my mind right now. It's been about two and half weeks since John started filming over in Abu Dhabi, and I'm pretty sure that I'm going to lose my fucking mind.

You see, ladies and gentlemen, this what happens when you spend a significant amount of your free time with your boyfriend or girlfriend. When they're not around your bored out of your mind when you don't have them with you. That's what's happening to me right now. I'm currently in L.A, in my room at Chris's house with about fifty people downstairs and I'm dying with nothing to do.

I know I could go downstairs and hangout in the party, but being around Chris's "friends" always puts me in a bad mood and plus I'm waiting for a facetime call from John. So while i wait for him to call me, I begin to roll up. I take out a pack if green game leafs and pill bottle full of weed. I split the cigar open and empty the contents before filling it with the sticky green plant and sealing it closed before repeating the process with the other one in the pack. I was just about to spark up, when my phone started ringing. My phone indicated that John was facetiming me and I answer it immediately.

"Hey Baby!" I answer with a bright smile.

"Hey Babygirl!" He greets back, equally joyful smile. "You miss me?"

"Of course I miss you Bookie Bear." I giggle out.

"You and this ridiculous nickname of yours." He groans out, rolling his eyes.

"You love it and you know it." I tease him.

"What are you up to anyway Babe?" He asks, changing the topic.

"I'm bored as hell." I complain to him.

"How?" He asks with a raised vrow, "Chris has about a hundred people going in and out of his everyday."

"I'm not in the mood to hang out with Chris's hooligan ass friends." I tell him in a bored tone "Plus I'm waiting for my man to call me." I say teasingly.

"You still waiting?" He teases me.

"Yeah, but it's okay because he's busy shooting this big movie." I play along. "My man's gonna be a star."

"You think so?" He asks, with a raised brow.

"I know so." I say with a bright smile. I know for a fact that John is gonna be a star. I knew it from the moment I met him. I knew it when he was penniless and broke. I've always known it and I would brag about it all the time.

"Well he's lucky to have you ain't he?" He laughs.

"Of course he is." I giggle. "Are you having fun out there?"

"It's actually pretty fun out here, although I'm hot as hell." He complains at the end. "This desert weather is no joke Babe."

"You do look a little more dark chocolate than usual." I observe giving my screen a once over.

"You like it." He teases.

"I love it Bookie." I smirk. Let's face it John has some beautiful skin and it's always glowing in the summer when he gets a tan from being outside.

"You better." He warns playfully. "What are you gonna do today. You can't just stay holed up in your room all day."

"I was about t smoke before you called." I shrug. John knows I smoke but I don't do it in front of him that often because I know he doesn't like it. "I'll probably just drive around for a bit, maybe hang out at the beach."

"You need to make some friends babe." He tells me. John's always trying to get me out of my shell. He thinks that I should try and make more than the three or four friends I have.

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