She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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I get to the studio 20 minutes early. I brought my "homeboy", Kid with me along with her little terror since she was "bored as shit". I also brought along Jasmine since I barely spend time with her.

I don't think I've ever had a day out with her in this whole book.

We get to the room that Simon told me to go and waited for whoever to come through the door. In the meantime, Louis and Jasmine were playing around. Jazzy was chasing him while he screamed with glee.

"Can't catch me!" He goes and Jasmine scrunches her nose and ran after him. AJ made sure there wasn't anything they could possibly fuck up, which I thanked her for.

We were talking about a few random things and tapped on what happened yesterday. She blushed when I mentioned Camila, but I decided not to tease her about it.

This time.

"I wrote a song back when I was 13," she suddenly says. I knit my brows together. "That was random," I say, earning a stale look from the Kid. "We actually talked about why strawberries have seeds on the outside. I feel like that was appropriate since we're in a studio."

I shrug, "You gotta point. What's the song called?" She scratches the back of her neck awkwardly, "Uh, I Fucked Up." I hum, "You writing songs like that at 13?" She laughs, "I literally wrote a song talkin' about how I want a freaky girl that ain't afraid to scream my name and tie me up that I wrote at that same age."

I widen my eyes, "That's why you gotta whole baby." She shrugs, "True."

"How it go?" I ask, glancing at the kids to make sure they a'ight. "Eh, I only really remember the chorus." I stand up from my spot and pull my shirt down a little. "C'mon, lemme hear you. Step into the booth." She scoffs with a chuckle, "Hell nah. I can't sing for shit."

I let out a light laugh on my own, "I still wanna hear the song. See if you were any good as a fetus."

She sucks her teeth and stands as well, fixing her black cap on her head. "A'ight, but don't laugh at me," she say. "Hey, if you sound good, I might let you record it," she cringes. "I doubt anyone would buy that, but that's okay. I'ma pass on that."

"Okay, I respect that," I say, sitting in front of the panel while she puts on headphones. "Ready?" I ask into the little microphone. She gives a thumbs up and I nod at her as a cue for her to start.

She visibly takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

The sad fact is that
This ain't the first time, I made her sad
I made her cry so many times
And she was good and let me slid
But not now, I'm so wrong
Now, my baby is gone
How can I be so dumb?
Why did I, have to fuck up?

The tone was slow and kind of sad sounding. Her voice had regret laced in every word and her overall sound was raspy and low.

When she finishes, she opens her eyes and laughs while clutching her chest, "Goddamn, my heart beatin' fast as a bitch!" I had my eyebrows raised, "That was actually pretty good." She looks at me with surprise, "I know you fuckin' lyin'."

I shake my head, "I'm serious. You were pretty good. You ain't me, but you'e a'ight." She rolls her eyes and was about to take the headphones off. "Wait, can you rap?" She makes a thinking face and shrugs, "Some slight."

"Spit some shit, bruh," I say. "Bet, bet. Gimme a beat," she begins nodding before I pick a beat. I settle on an old one, soft kind of flow. I made it while writing for NWY and watched as she fixes herself a bit then closes her eyes.

"Sabes
You know this shit is toxic
We gotta a big ass problem and we ain't tryna solve it
You can be the devil or you could be a goddess
Regardless, you rotten like Harley, and I'm just being honest
A veces te odio (Sometimes, I hate you)
Como 'stoy enamora'o? (How am I in love?)
You used me for my love, y eso es tan bajo (and that's low)
Estabas de mi la'o (You were on my side)
But now you're not
You goin' crazy for no reason then get mad when I say "Stop"
Girl, you make me blow my top
Sorry I'm not good enough
Girl, I just 'bout had enough
Thanks for leavin' me in the dust"