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MyanaPov
Nov. 27 10:04 pm
❝IWOULDNTbe caught dead on the Eastside. Usually.
But here I am laying in Brandon's bed, in his house, on the Eastside. He's laying between my legs and his eyes are focused on the game he was currently playing.
I softly run my nails through his hair humming along to the music he was playing. He pauses the game and turns around to face me.
"I got a question", he starts.
"I have an answer"
"who was that guy at your house?"
"Crazy ass ex", I shrug and Brandon's eyes widen.
"I-I um"
"You're fine. Don't worry about his bitter ass", I try to reassure. His face relaxes but I can tell his mind is still racing.
Im starting to regret creating a relationship with Brandon. He's not used to my lifestyle and I don't want him to be uncomfortable or get hurt.
"Hey come listen to this new track I started",he changes the subject. He stands and I follow him to his studio set up in the corner of his bedroom.