I had many short stories that I made, and are still currently making because I get bored a lot and You guys would probably like it 🤷🏽♀️
It ranges from:
• the '80
•the '90
•the '00
• the '10
•the '20
•Random story ideas (oc characters)
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What if: You drank to get Brian out of your mind?
*This takes place after 2 Fast 2 Furious*
Gulping down whatever my older brother, Tej put down in front of me, I feel numb towards everything. "Slow down N/N, Imma tell mama if you don't take it easy." He says well knowing that I was supposed to be his driver home. I roll my eyes and grab the shot glass in front of him. "I think it's best if you don't because If you do, I'll tell mama what you're doing for a job now." I walk over to a guy nicknamed Slap Jack and grab him by his forearm. "Dance with me!" I mumble to him as he smirks. He gets behind me as his hands find their way around my waist. The music made it's way through me, making me close my eyes. For a moment, His hands remove from my waist and were gently placed back on. That's the way love goes by Janet Jackson as I slowly grind on him, my hands go around his neck. The prickly hairs stuck my face as I realize Slap Jack didn't have any facial hair. I open my eyes to see the one and only Brian there. He goes to the crook of my neck, planting kisses along it. "Fuck Bri, what are you doing here?" I let out a low moan as he whispers in my ear, "To see you, baby girl." He smirked on my skin as the song finishes and I let go of him. I pull his white shirt so that he's eye level with me.
With a swift moment, my lips were on his. He bit my lip, pulling me closer to his body. I let out a gasp, allowing his tongue inside my mouth. "Fuck" I whisper against his lips as we separate for air. "Let's get out of here." He says holding on to my arm and pulling me.
In the car, I put on my seatbelt, leaning my head on the car window. "I'm fucking mad at you Bri," I say as he starts the engine. "I always text you every day saying I love you but you always respond with I love you too but you don't mean it how I mean it, and it's tiring." I let out a sigh feeling the alcohol start to kick in. "What do you mean?" He says pulling out of the parking space. "Well newsflash stupid, I love you, I really do," I say before sitting up to look at him. He stares at me, the corners of his mouth smiling. "Hey stupid, I love you too." My cheeks start to heat up. "Well, hurry and take me to your house so you can fuck me and I can have an excuse for not walking tomorrow," I say hiccuping and giggling. "Sure thing princess." He starts speeding up.
