Foreigners of Love

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Disclaimer: None of these pictures are mine, but rather what I imagine my characters to look like if they existed in real life.

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Yara's POV

🎵 Pullin' out the coupe at the lot

Told 'em "Fuck 12, fuck SWAT"

Bustin' all the bales out the box

I just hit a lick with the box

Had to put the stick in a box, mm

Pour up the whole damn seal, I'ma get lazy

I got the mojo-deals, we been trappin' like the '80's

She sucked a nigga soul, gotta Cash App 🎵

[The Box x Roddy Ricch]

Roddy Ricch was actually the first person I heard when I first stepped foot outside the plane. My mother's best friend, Jessica , lives in New York. If she didn't help me persuade my mom to let me come to New York, I would of currently been a student at a community college 20 minutes away from my house.

Since move in day is a week away, Jessica thought it would be a good idea for me to come a little bit earlier and get a little familiar with the area. Jessica lives 45 minutes away from the university, so while I'm staying with her she plans to show me around. She also tells me that she plans on bringing me to Joe's Crab Shack to get a bite to eat. I know for damn sure that I'm about to have a good time when I'm with her.

"Yara! Yara! Over here! To the right!"

Turning my head, I couldn't help but feel even more excited seeing Jessica coming my way in her pantsuit.

"Auntie Jessica! Oh my god! I can't believe it!"

She's not my aunt, but I've been calling her Auntie way before I can remember. So it soon became a habit whenever I talked to her.

"Girl, what is going on with you? Looking like a whole model! That's a cute top by the way, where did you get it?"

"Forever 21, I packed another in my bag. You want to borrow it?"

"Oh no girl, I'm too old for that. I got a taxi waiting for us outside, let's go before he gets mad at us for waiting too long"

With that being said, she helped me carry my suitcases and we made our merry way to the taxi. After placing my suitcases in the trunk, I made sure to shoot my mom a quick text. I plan to call her before I go to sleep tonight.

"So on to more juicier topics, any boyfriend I need to know about? Last time we talked I remember you were talking to somebody. What was his name again? Rodney? Rickey? Richard?"

"You mean Matthew?"

"Yeah, I was close!"

"Auntie, you really weren't. But no, things didn't work out"

I didn't have the heart to tell her that he was two timing me. His slender man looking ass  had been engaged the whole time we were talking. I honestly can't deal with these boys anymore. I really need to have higher standards when it comes who I am dating.

"Girl, how come you've never official been in a relationship? I always hear you just talking to these boys and not making it official. You just fucking?"

Before I answered her question, I couldn't help but notice that the taxi driver was being noisy and listening to our conversation. He switches back in forth from looking in the rear view mirror to the side mirror. He even continues to stare after I make eye contact with him.

"N-no! I don't! I'm still a virgin!"

Which is true. I never went all the way. Yes, you heard correctly. I'm an 18 year old virgin. I honestly don't think it's that weird. My friends find it odd that I haven't had sex already. But I'm not in a rush and I'm trying to actually loose my virginity to somebody I love. So basically relationship first and then loose virginity. I'm not asking for much.

Okay maybe my partner has to also be genuine, smart, a slight romantic, and hopefully a big music lover. But still I don't think I'm asking for much.

"Alright Yara we're here. Mi casa es su casa! Alright here's your change! Thanks for the ride Pedro!"

"Pedro?! You know him?"

"Yeah, we used to go to high school together. Total weirdo. But also so nice"

I swear Auntie Jesica is so like my mom, well minus the arrests. I totally understand why they became the best of friends. I could imagine what sort of trouble makers they were when they were my age.