𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 ➯ 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚜

chapter three

[car pool]

aaliyah pov!

"kayla i'm bored" i walked into her room. she's looking at her phone.

"me too" she laughed.

"should we go out or..?" i questioned thinking about what should we do.

"like we should do some reckless" kayla got up from her position.

"yeah, but i'm more reckless" i shrugged.

"lies, that's all me" she pointed to herself.

"not even" i rolled my eyes.

"what have you done?" i questioned.

"ughhh i.."

"exactly"

"what have you done?" she reversed it.

"i have went to an abandoned building"

"okay, but like i'm more reckless" she said, doing a little face thing.

"lies" i said.

"let's do something reckless with the guys" she gave a shrug as she layed down again.

"i'll call mikey" i said. i went to his contact and called him.

mikey | aaliyah

yo

mikey, what is the most reckless thing you've done?

"aaliyah, you dumb" i shushed her.

i mean i'm really reckless, so like what type of reckless do you mean?

ughh, forget that. kayla n’ i wanna know if we could all hang out?

we always down!

alright, pull up to your house?

yeahh, i'll send the addy

see you in a few

i hung up. i got my keys.

"less go" i smiled. we both put our shoes on, and walked out of the house. i unlocked the car.

"where would you guys be heading out?" we hear the most nosey people in the world say.

"yes james? we are going out with our boyfriends" i turned around.

"oh you guys aren't single anymore?" he questioned.

"no, james. we aren't" i hopped into the car.

"i was maybe thinking we could've had a th-" i turned the volume up on the car as it played mixed personalities.

"oh shit this my favourite, oh and he's calling bye james" i yelled.

"I THINK I GOT MIXED PERSONALITIES" kayla and i screamed.

we replayed the song although it was getting kinda annoying, but it was still a whole bop. i turned it down.

"sorry kayla, that i was being bitchy earlier" i said.