𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐝 . 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

——mikey . passionfruit- drake . 

i sighed after ending y/n and i's facetime call. she broke the news about going back to santa monica for the weekend. i was going to miss her. i don't know why though. i ain't even bouta chase though.

"remember we were young, young and dumb!" bronny sang trying to be alt. it was funny, but man sometimes i can't listen to this music for too long.

bronny smiled at his phone. he was talking to the one girl from chino hills. her name was sienna, cute and not white. "bronny, cmon lets go. we can talk to sienna later," i groaned. i'm hungry as fuck and if i don't get nothing then man.

he got up and we walked out to the car. mcdonald's was bouta be our stop because it's close. nobody trynna go down south for tacos, even though they sound good right now.

i parked in the lot. "ain't that bryces car?" bronny pointed his head over to the white audi. i nodded my head. "what's he doing here?" i shrugged, probably just hungry like us.

b and i walked into the place. at the corner of my eye, i see bryce sitting with a female. it's not y/n, what the fuck. could be his cousin. yet, she ain't light skin.

"bronny, that ain't y/n." i nudged bronnys shoulder as we were in line waiting to order. he looked over and made a face of realization. y'know that 'bitch wtf' face.

"dude what the fuck, were taking a picture. you gotta be able to shoot your shot." bronny got out his phone. i pretended to pose and he took the photo. looking at the photo, girl was touching homeboys arm and shit.

bronny left after we came back to my house. now it was me and myself all alone. i blasted music and went live. "hey guys," i smiled at the phone.

*@yourusername joined

i smiled at her name. "hey, y/n!" the comments started to blow up. "it's not like that," i laughed and twisted a piece of my hair.

—— y/n . santa monica , ca . saturday .

"sweets, you wanna go out to the pier?" i was really lucky my dad was single. he'd like to stay that way, i know when they split his heart broke.

i nodded my head. "give me like thirty minutes," he smiled and closed my door. i liked my room at my dads house, it was nice and big. the personal space i got here was the best.

after changing, my phone rang. i looked at my phone to see mikeys text.

mikey🖤
hey i gotta talk to u when u get back

y/n💕
ok..? you wnna ft while i get ready
read 2:40pm

i smiled as his contact came up. "hey shortie!" his face lightened as i set my phone down to face me. i waved and sat up in the desk chair to do my hair. "don't be putting that makeup on, you're beautiful without it."

"thank you mikey, but mascara ain't gone hurt nobody." i showed him the mascara tube, giggling.

he shook his head. "you're cute, i mean it." i smiled with my face slowly blushing. "look at you, haha i got you geeked!"

"shut up, you look like the shark off of nemo." he made a kissy face. "you got cooties dude."

"you're just mad!" mikey flipped the camera off.

i laughed to myself. "me mad? okay michael," i messed around with him.

"y/n, lets go!" my dad called from downstairs.

"i gotta go mikey," i picked up the phone.

he frowned a little. "call me when you get home or whatever. love you,"

"love you too, shortie!" i smiled and hung up the phone.