✰ fuckshit x fem oc ✰
los angeles , the city of dreams & miracles..
was a saying poem never really believed in , she saw the worst parts of la , where you heard gunshots every ten minutes and helicopters constantly waking you up from your sleep , th...
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1984
"please come poem , you'd meet a lot of people" bella begged as her and poem talked over the phone, bella had been asking for poem to go to a party for three days now,
poem sighed , she couldn't escape it and maybe bella was right, it was a good way to meet people in the area so she reluctantly agreed,
"when is it?"
"tonight , i'll pick you up don't worry!"
"okay, tonight."
poem placed the phone down and looked back at bonnie who sat with a confused face , she sipped on her morning coffee in a full face of makeup , "who was that?" she asked,
"bella , some party tonight"
"hmm" bonnie said raising her eyebrows, even thought her sister was almost a full grown women and deserved to go to a party she couldn't help but worry , she knew people in the area and thought that it was a bad idea , of course she wasn't going to say that.
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poem looked at herself in her standing mirror , she tilted her head at her flaws and smiled at things she particularly liked about herself , her waist, her dimples and for some reason she was comfortable with the dark bags under her eyes,
she never saw herself as attractive as her friends in crenshaw that wore tight clothing and did their makeup but she liked it that way , she could probably look really nice if she'd just try,
tonight poem wore a baggy black tshirt paired with some baggy ripped jeans , clothes that were , again.. 2x her size,
she smiled at herself before she flew down the stairs to not keep bella waiting any longer , she passed bonnie who kept a worried expression on her face but poem reassured her that no parties here can be as crazy as the ones in crenshaw,
and she'd been to a couple , poem would go to parties with her brothers and have to leave crawling on all fours, mainly for the reason of the party getting shot up. it kind of felt nice knowing that wouldn't happen here,
"finally!" bella said smiling and waving at poem who hopped into the passengers seat of bella's small grey car, as they drove poem looked around noticing alcohol bottles , some full some not , the whole car smelt like bella and the multiple perfumes she'd mix,
"grab those two bottles in the back" bella said pointing to the two full bottles of straight vodka, something poem enjoyed only on certain occasions,
