tiktok boy imagines

milo winter

quick note: hi! i'll be blunt, if you aren't okay with the blm movement please leave my page and don't comment with opinions. this is my story, my ideas, if you don't agree then leave quietly. anyways this will be in the pov where you are the only non racist in your family :)
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"are you ready ?" milo asks while looking up at me on the roof.

"ready as i'll ever be," o smile down before climbing down my roof.

milo grabs my bag ,that i had tossed down, and my hand before leading me to his car that was parked down the street. we get in and drive to his house where we quickly got ready for bed and go to sleep.

the next morning we wake up early and prepare for the protest. i braid my hair, knowing it's going to be hot, and put on my g-shirt with all of the black victims on the back. milo wore the same shirt and packs our insulated bag with ice packs, milk, water, and cliff bars.

"ready to go ?" milo asks.

i give him a quick nod and grab the car keys. we head to the car and park a few blocks from the protest that would be moving in the other direction. we get out and began our walk hand in hand. it had already started and my phone was blowing up with texts from my parents. i silence my phone and join the crowd to listen to the man talking.

"we are here today to fight for our brothers and sisters who have already lost there lives because of the color of their skin! we are here to fight so that way our kids and grandkids NEVER have to be scared to be pulled over or to go for a jog or just simply go to the store! we have lost too many lives and been oppressed for too long, now it's time to fight peacefully. we are no better than them if we are violent!" the black man preaches.

the protesters and i agree with shouts and claps before we began walking towards the police station.

"no justice, no peace !" us protestors shout while marching.

"if we're separated you call me and it will go through okay princess?" milo whispered.

"yes and i have the numbers written in my arm, do you?" i ask.

"of course my love, i love you," he smiles at me.

"i love you more."
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we finally make it back to the car, 5 hours later. my feet hurt, my eyes still burn from the teargas, and i was severely dehydrated but i have never felt so motivated and happy.

"your phone is ringing again love," milo announces.

i picked up to the lovely screaming of my father.

"you're all over t.v young lady, do you know how bad that is going to look for our family!" he began.

"my things will be collected tomorrow, good bye," i say before hanging up.

"that was empowering," i smile at my loving boyfriend.

"which part?" he questions.

"all of it. i think we made progress," i smile.

"slowly but surely my love, slowly but surely."