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Promises

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"Yeah, hey but do me a favor?" "Yeah Gilinsky?" "Promise me you won't hurt her Sam." "Oh yeah I Promise."

#jackandjack #magcon #sammywilkinson #vine #vineboys

chapter twenty four

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by twoturntjacks

by twoturntjacks

Bailey's POV

I have to fucking sing today because of this damn tour. Jack and Jack want me to sing with them. We haven't chosen a song yet though. Predominantly because we don't want to sing, well I don't. This whole tour is basically Jack ans Jack singing so yeah.

I groaned as I heard my alarm go off and I turned it off and rubbed my eyes. Where is Sammy? I looked around and he's on the floor cuddling a pillow. Aw. "Sammy." I poked his back but he didn't wake up. I got off the bed and layed next to him and his mouth was slightly open. I kissed him to wake him up and he closed his mouth but he didn't open his eyes "Don't play games fuck boy." I got up and walked away and he sat up "Aw Bailey come back! I want kisses baby girl!" "Nah!" I was messing around with him though but I didnt go back, I grabbed some clothes I was changing into for the show and walked into the bathroom to shower and change. Sammy walked in after five minutes of my shower. "Baby I had to pee." I just laughed and I got out and he had just finished pulling up his shorts. I wrapped my towel around my body and Sammy came behind me and hugged me after he washed his hands. "God I love you so much Bailey." He kissed my cheek multiple times and all I could do was stifle little giggles. "Babe, I'm going to shower now okay? You can stay in here while I do though." He ran out to get his clothes and I yelled "You got it fuck boy." "Quit calling me that!" He yelled from his suitcase and he walked in with a poutty face. "Why do you keep calling me fuck boy?" And I laughed "I got tired of Sammy. But you can call me baby girl, cause that's hot," I walked out the room to go get my makeup bag. I also put on my burgundy vans while I was out there. I was wearing a white crop top with a loose knit burgundy cardigan and light wash jeans with a whole on my right knee and left thigh. I walked back in with my makeup and Sammy was in the shower. I started to sing The morning by The Weeknd as I put on my makeup. I didn't really care if Sammy heard me sing, he's already heard me sing before....

I'm fucking gone right now
I'm fucking gone right now
Listen, listen

"Im listening," Sammy laughed. "Nigga shut up." I sarcastically spoke and he just laughed

From the morning to the evening
Complaints from the tenants
Got the walls kicking like they six months pregnant
Drinking Alizé with our cereal for breakfast
Girls calling cabs at dawn quarter to seven
Sky's getting cold, we're flying from the north
Rockin with our city like a sold out show
House full of pros that specialize in the ho'in
Make that money rain as they taking off they clothes
Order plane tickets
Cali is the mission
Visit every month like I'm split life living
Let the world listen
If a hater's caught slipping
Then my niggas stay tight
Got my back like Pippen
Fast life gripping
Yeah, We still tippin'
Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid
Fakes try to mimic
Get girls timid
But behind closed doors they get poles so rigid...

"Is this The Morning?" Sammy was now behind me drying himself off. "Yes." He then started to sing the chorus with me,

All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money is the motive
All that money the money she be folding
Girl put in work girl girl put in work
Girl put in work girl girl put in work
Girl put in work

Then he sang the next verse his voice was beautiful.

Push it to the limit
Push it through the pain
I push it for the pleasure like a virgin to the game
A virgin to that money
A virgin to the fame
So this my only chance
And when I'm over only pray that I flow from the bottom
Closer to the top
The higher that I climb
The harder I'mma drop
These pussy ass niggas tryna hold on to their credit
So I tell them use a debit
Watch they image start to lessen
I warn them like discretion
Why these niggas testing?
Always fucking twisted
Why these niggas testing?
Shit that I got them on straight bar hopping
To the music of the ambiance
Get shit popping
Zombies of the night
Niggas ain't talking if they hyping to the crew get it in like pockets
Downtown loving
When the moon coming
Only place to find baseheads and hot women

We sang the last part as Sammy started messing with his hair after he put his shorts on.

Better slow down
She'll feel it in the morning
Ain't the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning
Too damn raw ain't no nigga with her rollin
Ain't no nigga that she holding
Man, her love is too damn foreign

"God damn we're good." I smiled at Sammy and nodded. He kissed me on my cheek making it a slight reddish pink. "I didn't know you listened to the weeknd though." He looked at me like I was never allowed to listen to him. "I know Jack does.." he trailed off. I laughed "I showed Jack the weeknd." "Did you really?" "I really did." I finished putting on some matte burgundy lipstick. "You look hot." Sammy wrapped his arms around my waist and looked at me through the mirror and I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and took three pictures the first one was for snapchat. I put a caption " my fuckboy " the second was for twitter I tweeted

@baayleee : I hate @sammywilk so much.

It had a picture of Sammy in the same position but he was kissing my cheek. Then next one was for my home screen on my phone. He was kissing my lips now. "Bailey?" I turned around to face Sammy his hands never leaving my waist. "Yesss fuck boy?" I smirked. "God damn baby girl cut the shit. But are we a thing now? Or again?" I looked into Sam's eyes for answers "I just want to be happy." I don't know if I was suppose to let that come out... he looked sad but then his mood changed "I promise to make you happy then baby girl." He smiled and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes that word. I promise. So many things have been promised to me, so many promises I made. I hate that word now. Ever since the ring the word has just been thrown around like it's nothing.
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Real talk I want Sammy or Gilinsky to call me baby girl .
- twoturntjacks ♡