𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 . 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨

——mikey

i sat on the bed and watched as y/n used that hair thing on her hair. y'know, the one to make your hair straight. anyways, we were going to continue tour day 2. by that, i'm going to introduce her to my friends.

"okay, i'm ready." she unplugged the cord and wrapped it up. i got up off the bed and walk towards the door. "imagine they don't like me," y/n laughed and followed behind me.

i reassured her, "they will, but i'm telling you right now. bronny is really corny, bryce will get at you, sativa and qir always fight over dumb things." she took that as a note and nodded her head.

i got into the car and plugged my phone into aux. she got in after locking the front door. "please give me more info on them, i don't want them to hate me."

i looked at her. "be yourself,"

we walked into the backyard to see the gang. sativa and shaqir were cuddled up, bronny telling them about sumn, and bryce was on his phone. "we're here," i announced.

they all looked our way as we sat down. "you must be y/n," sativa smiled at her as she nodded.

her, shaqir, y/n and i talked for a minute. it was all about next school year, basketball, and shit like that. "so i'm thinking about team manager, and mikey told me you were one."

"team manager? dude, you'll definitely get it. next years my last, so i'll hand over the permanent spot after."

y/n's smile was wide, but i let the two talk. i went over to the bar area where bronny and bryce were. "mikey, you brought yo lul female."

i shook my head. "nawnaw, that's just my moms friends daughter. we cool though,"

bryce smirked, "so you don't mind if i tap?" i shrugged. bryce will be bryce, i cant stop him.