(The little girl is you)
Camila has been running around with her damn girlfriend, instead of taking care of our daughter. We broke up, and she has custody of Y/N. Camila just drops her off at my house. I love Y/N, but Camila is ridiculous.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?
Sandy Claws huh?
Oh, I'm really scared
So you're the one everybody's talkin' about, ha, ha
you're jokin', you're jokin'
I can't believe my eyes
You're jokin' me, you gotta be
This can't be the right guy.
He's ancient, he's ugly
I don't know which is worse.
I might just split a seam now
If I don't die laughing first.
When Mr. Oogie boogie says
There's trouble close at hand
You'd better pay attention now
'Cause I'm the boogie Man.
And if you aren't shakin'
then there's something very wrong
'Cause this may be the last time you hear the boogie song, ohhh." Y/N mumbled along with the song.
My phone buzzed. It was Camila.
From Bitch: how's my baby?
To Bitch: she's fine. She's watching tv.
From Bitch: who says I'm talking about Y/N.
To Bitch: are you drunk again.
From Bitch: no, I just miss you Laur.
To Bitch: Camila grow up. You had me, then you lost me
From Bitch: laur, I'm still in love with you.
To Bitch: Camila this is not even a topic for discussion rn.
From Bitch: can we talk tomorrow then?
To Bitch: sure. Meet me at Delatto.
From Bitch: thank you. I really appreciate it. See you tomorrow.
To Bitch: yeah
I put my phone down. Y/N had fallen asleep. I picked her up, and turned off the tv. I carried her upstairs. I laid her right next to me. Camila is still ridiculous, I wonder what shit she's gonna try tomorrow.
