come to brazil c.b

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"why don't we, COME TO BRAZIL!"

i basically yell through out the whole house, not caring if the neighbors heard me. i dance and sing my heart out since no one was home except for me. the speaker was on full volume and i was just jamming.

"met her late night last night in the party in hills!" i shout and jump around. "she told me that she liked my vibe and i said that's real! whooo!" i jump onto the couch and sing into my microphone which was actually a brush. "said she's goin home in the morning i said well..." i create my own dance moves. "you're so fine i might, come to brazil! yeaaaa!" the song then ended.  i whip my hair back and i saw my boyfriend, corbyn. my jaw dropped and i dropped my brush.

"how long have you been there?" i asked nervously, fixing my messy hair. "since you started singing jacks part of the song" i then started blushing and i got off the couch. "aw, its ok. i think it's cute when you jam to my songs" he chuckles, walking over to me.

"really?" i asked looking at him, and laughing. "yea. you jumping around and yelling out the words. it's cute" he smiles. i smile with him and he kisses my forehead.

"wanna jam with me?"

"of course!"

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