"Baby, you're a ten. You have zero flaws and you're the one for me" -Nathaniel Vitro
or the one in which a plus-size woman is adored and loved on by the big man on campus who just so happens to be her crazy loving boyfriend.
A/N.; Hey, everyone! I know that it has been a while since I have last updated but I that was for a reason. The reason being that I was not very inspired to write anything for this story. I would get ideas but I would find them more suitable for another story. I have had like zero inspiration but I have finally come up with a bit and this this chapter was born. This chapter will be very different from the rest of the story. I have contemplated how to write this chapter or if it would even head in this direction, until I suddenly had a moment of inspiration. So hopefully you enjoy this chapter. Vote & comment! Deuces!✌🏾💜🤟🏾 ______________
👑Nathaniel👑
"Bro, put the damn phone down already"
I rolled my eyes checking my messages again. I had been waiting for an important message, but my phone was as dry as Lucky's humor.
"Seriously, stop acting like a bitch and put your phone down. Naomi isn't going anywhere. She'll text you back when she can, bitch", Lucky commented, once again adding his two cents.
"Seriously, mind your fucking business, flour", I retorted shoving my phone into my pocket.
"You two argue like an old married couple, man. I promise y'all do", commented Markel.
I rolled my eyes feeling my phone vibrate within my pants pocket. Reaching into my pocket I retrieved my phone holding it up to my face unlocking it. I smiled seeing a text from my baby.
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"She finally texted you, didn't she?"
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Lucky?", I retorted snidely while opening my baby's text.
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🤩🌟❤️My Omi 1😘😍🤤🙏🏻👅💏💍👑
What? Received
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My smile instantly fell into a frown. I stared at her text for a moment longer almost willing it to change to something more. It did it not. My fingers glided across the keyboard as I typed my response before pressing send.
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What the hell do you mean 'what?'? Where's my cute texts? Where's the sweet text letting me know my baby is alright and made it safely to her destination? Huh, where's any of that? Read
