A/N: Errors Here and There
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Title: Speeding
Artist: Brittany Gonzalez
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JENNIE'S POV
1:23 A.M.
JN: I love you Tangelo.
LS: I love you too Jagiya
JN: Say it again
LS: Say what again?
JN: Tell me that you love me, I want to hear it again Tangelo.
LS: I love you Jennie-ya, I love you! I love you!
Tangelo and I have been Face-timing for hours now.
I'm in my hotel room laying on my bed at the moment while I FaceTime My Girlfriend-Lalisa Manoban.
Yes. My Girlfriend.
She's officially Mine now.
We confessed our feelings for each other this morning and It honestly made me the happiest girl in the world!
I didn't think that I would finally hear her say that she loves me.
I was planning on courting her and make her fall in love with me but it turns out, she feels the same way, she loves me like I love her.
Even if she does make me feel like I'm loved, It's still different when I actually heard her confession. It's the confirmation--that's all I ever wanted from her and she did not disappoint.
JN: I can't wait to see you Love, I'm missing you so much, You have no idea
I said to Lisa while pouting and she did the same
LS: Me too, I miss you a lot My Love, Hurry up and win already so we can cuddle
JN: Aww I love how you already think that we're going to win.
LS: Think? I happen to KNOW that you guys are going to win this! I'm proud of you already.
JN: Thank you for being such a supportive girlfriend, I love you, I'll never get tired of saying that to you Tangelo
LS: I love you too. Sorry to cut this short but it's 1 in the morning already and you need to be up early later right? You should probably get some sleep now.
JN:**Sigh** Yeah. I'll talk to you tomorrow Love, I'll text you as soon as I wake up, goodnight
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