|fifth chapter|

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i was standing with mike in front of that shop where i met franku. mike was excited but i wasn't. like, huh, yeah, i was sooo happy that i'm going to see mi amore again, but not with mike. he was like: HAHA I AM HERE TO RUIN UR DATE OR WHATEVER IS THIS. 

i don't think he's into me- and i'd be better not into him. he's just- some guy, huh? we're nothing, aren't we? yeah, absolutely. as aBsOlUtElY as possible. more like ABSO-AB-LU-ABSO-TELY-ABSOLUTY-LELY-LOLY- holly. molly. 

frank actually came, but not in his usual outfit, or that pink thing.

he was like, gray unbuttoned shirt, no glasses, messy hair, and he was like heigrjgtuhrwhjs this is not him not really!

we (mike and i) were staring at frank like kid stares at shrek trying to get them in the car. omgfregregbhgtirnihruejtngjjretjghngrtmentihjbtrnmftjgunhmb.

,,hey kids, papa franku is here." he said with a smirk. ,,NO NOT REALLY I HVJFDGHTUGJ-" mike screamed and jumped like little girl. ,,hi." i said kinda annoyed. mike is ruining the moment. he was like CAN I RUB UR OVARIES. like huhhh. francis of the filth was kinda sad that i wasn't as happy as mr michaelodeon. or i just thought it. ,,ROIGHT, LET'S MOOV DICCS wait i meant DICC AND PUSI." ok he was acting like him.

i sighed and followed him, we were there, and there, and there, but we end up in some bar i didn't know at all.

francis was dancing with mike, and i was um drinking apple juice. yea i am not party man at all. maybe i am. i- i can! i yelled at myself, then i just ordered some drink and i was getting drunky but only a lil bit. LITTLE lil lililililildy ildy lildy liltlle ilttle bit. YEA A LIL BIT MAN BUT LETS TEEEELLL MY PAPA I looove his ass uwu. huuuuh, right?

i caaame to my papa, and i tapped on his shoulder. ,,huh babygirl?" ,,i loove ur ass, but don't tell it to papa frankuuu, yeahh?" i giggled. he smiled and whispered. ,,i hope you have insurances because i'm about to destroy your pussy." i blushed. ,,order urself a drink, brb." he said as he walked to the bathroom.

i ordered myself something andddd i went to bathroom, lookin' for papi. i turned around as i heard some moans at girl-room. i just walked there, and i- ,,papa frankuu, ur so good-" ,,shut up, whore, someone's here." he whispered. i felt that my heart is breaking. ,,y-yea frank, i- i am here, y/n, and i am taking myself and my maid home, kys asap, please. i knew u were fuckboy." i said, and i left that room. i heard something like ,,oh shit." or something, but i didn't care. mike was nowhere to find so i left him there, and i just called my uber driver. i don't want to live anymore.


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