THE NEXT DAE:
i was home sitting at the table and staring at bowl of my boomerals. yea i didn't eat them all in the shop.
i had to do it, but i can't get papa franku of my mind. he was like, idk, secc-bug in pants but he actually was the 'filthy frank' in my head.
yeah right. i've got his number, but what if he want me just like um fucc buddy. i was so confused. i grabbed my spoonie, and ate dat. but i was still wondering. ohh, dear papa.
i took my phone from my pocket and checked twitter. huh, i haven't posted any sheety thing in a while. so i clicked on the 'new tweet' button, and started to write.
'yo guys if you had a celeb nuber should u call there??' i posted it and sighed, i finished my boomerals, and just cleaned the bowl.
i was reading the comments (2 comments omg lol) and they were all like 'YES ABSOLUTELY.' or 'YEAH RIGHT YEAH RIGHT.' ok, i am going to do it.
„beepy beep, u're soo fucking deep, ok just leave a message, y'know, ur not stoopid“
*beeps*
,,um, h-hi papa franku, here's y/n. you handed m-me cereals and i- i was thinking about- if- um- u wanna hang out? um i- ok-‘‘
then he picked it up.
,,hey y/n, babygirl, um sure i'll hang out w ya. did i tell u that u have pretty nice ass?‘‘ i cringed.
,,no, papa franku.‘‘
,,i am telling you now, gn y/n say it back whore.‘‘
,,night papa franku.‘‘
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A/N: gn it's like 2:14 pm and i am sooooo sleepy 'cuz idk. anyways papi frank and y/n are gonna text and hang out then. bye 🙄👉👈
