YN: tomorrows the BET awards
Ray: We nominated
Raiana: Y'all gone win , I feel it
Prince: I hope
Abby: We gone win next year
YN: Fa'real
Roc: We gone match?
YN: Who me and you?
Roc:yeah
YN: no you match with your clique
Roc: ugghhhhhh Next year
YN: if we last that long
Roc: .-.
Prod: shit I might just take her
Abby:*laughs* ohhhhhhh Whaaaaaa
YN: *smirks* You ain't een know
Roc: nigga back
Raiana: don't be a homie hopper
*Beauty pulls out her phone*
Star: who you calling?
Beauty: The police
Babydoll: Fa whaaaa
Beauty: to report a murder
Star: Whaaaaaaa
Beauty: that bitch just killed the vibe
YN: Rai Imma knock yo ass out
Raiana: you ain't gone pop me though
Aysiah: She gone stick yo ass man shut up
YN: remember that little fall out we had and I was about to beat that ass don't say some shit to me and get to ass stuck fa'real shit and because you my friend don't mean nothing I go easy for no hoe
Abby:*coughs* me *coughs*
YN: *laughs* shut up
Rai: you irri man
Aysiah: SHUT UP MAN
Raiana: I fear no hoe
YN: exactly that's why you fear me
Prod: Yn stop Fa I have to pop sum'n
*everybody except Raiana starts laughing*
Raiana: YN you never take anyone's feelings into account
YN: yeah I do, just not yours anymore stopped awhile agon
Roc: prod I'm going to beat yo ass keep flirting with her
YN: no you not
Beauty: Yeah you definitely not hitting prod
Ray: Imma hop my ass to you hit him Imma pop ya ass
Prod: not my fault she'd look better with me
*Babydoll busts out laughing*
Babydoll: I'm sorry but it's true it's just y'all was going good for 2 weeks and then it crumbles
YN: man fuck the drama, I'm wearing a grill tomorrow
Abby&Aysiah: Me toooooooo
YN: I think I might just go in Jordan's
Aysiah: Im going in Jimmy choo's
YN: oh yeah we do got them
Beauty: Y'all cute y'all cute
YN: you cute you cute
Babydoll: Aww YN you sweet , I'm just now seeing this
YN: Women crush Wednesday ?
Babydoll: Yahhhhh
🎬BET AWARDS🎬
Ray: How I look bae
Aysiah: Cute. me?
Ray: Lemme get them digits fine
Abby: Aw ray trendy ass
YN: You jocked my outfit
Ray:*laughs* no, shut up, bye Felicia
*You walk into prods dressing room*
YN: hello sir
Prod: He- Holy ........ Hel-He- Hello ma'am
YN: You like da outfit bewwww
Prod: Yah got a nigga stuttering
Yn: I got you a lil somethin' somethin'
Prod: Whaaaaaaa?
*you hand him 2 boxes and smiles*
Prod:*laughs* you fo'real
YN: Matching Grillz
Prod:*puts it in and smiles* how it look?
YN: lord, I mean Cuteee best friend now open the 2nd box
Prod: *smiles* This cute this cute
YN: Matching Shades waddup
[You hug him]
•Your POV: Man I don't think I want roc , Prod been my number one man 😍😩 but I love roc too. Fuck it.
•Prods POV: Friend zoned , 😩 man fuh dat
*Roc walks in on you guys hugging*
Roc: My bad ain't know I was interrupting something
YN: You wasn't though
Roc:*laughs* you really got a grill though
YN:Yeah I did
Roc: you look cute bae
YN: you too boo.
Prod: Bye Yn *winks*
YN:Bye Prod*smirks*
{You leave}
Roc: why was she in here
Prod: She walked in to say hi and look at my outfit she did it to Ray too I think she went to Prince's now
Roc: you like YN?
Prod: Nah she my best friend
Roc: You think I'm stupid prod
Prod: Sometimes yeah
Roc: So at the tour I heard something
Prod: What?
Roc: Nothing I was kidding but you ready?
Prod:*gives a look* Yeah
•Roc's POV: I see they got matching Grillz , ok. I'm just about to fuck with star
Blah blah blah bet awards over and ish
Star: who the hell won best group
YN: HELL NO
Beauty:THAT AIN'T RIGHT!
Babydoll: Awwwwww
YN: you guys didn't win macklemore did
MB: That's okay
Aysiah: no it's not y'all clearly deserved the award
Abby: Mad as hell they ain't even show it though
YN: But y'all see nicki LORDDDDD. That's my wife
