"how the fuck you gon do my bantu knots if you keep staring at your phone?" taryn rolls her eyes at her little sister. she was currently sat on the floor, in between kenya's legs as she did her hair.
or at least, she would be doing it, if she wasn't looking at her phone for a response from mattia every two minutes.
"lowe mi. i'll do your hair in a second." kenya picks up a strand of her hair again, ready to make the knot when her phone went off again.
another notification from ANYONE but mattia.
"he texting you that often? damn, get married." her sister chuckles and kenya purposely pulls her hair. "that's the thing. he hasn't been answering my texts for four fucking days."
"what?" taryn sat up, looking weird as fuck because half her head still wasn't finished. "pass me yo phone."
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𝚝𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝟹:𝟷𝟽 𝚊.𝚖.
kenya : tf you change my contact name foe 🤨
𝟷𝟸:𝟺𝟹 𝚙.𝚖. kenya: are you good? you worrying me
𝟷:𝟸𝟷 𝚙.𝚖. kenya : if you mad at me for sumn at least tell me. it feels weird not to talk to you.
𝟽:𝟶𝟼 𝚙.𝚖. kenya: leaving me on seen ? 🤨 ok bet
𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝟶𝟷:𝟹𝟺 𝚊.𝚖. kenya : i was cappin 🥺 text me!
𝟿:𝟸𝟽 𝚊.𝚖. kenya : why you been declining my facetimes? wanted to tell you i passed my pre-calc test, i'll talk to you later i guess
𝟹:𝟶𝟹 𝚙.𝚖 kenya :
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