when i was finally done doing the dishes i threw myself on the couch, proud of my own self for not committing suicide while doing the dishes. i swear i hate that shit.
i went on instagram and scrolled down the feed, when i saw lil xan's picture. suddenly i thought on talking to him. he seemed to intend good but, i remember that so did skies.
but, c'mon, i can't let skies destroy my life, right?
so i clicked on diego's icon, leading me to his account and pressed "send message" on his profile.
"hey" i typed in, "how you doing?"
it quickly was marked as seen, then "typing" showed up on the screen.
"i'm good ma. hbu" i felt a smile form on my face.
"i'm good." then, i thought on calling him over. but felt bad for just leaving skies' house after spending the night and not knowing if what i remember is all that happened.
"we should hang out tomorrow." he types back. "what do you say?"
"yeah, for sure :)"
after i typed that i blocked my phone, let my head fall back and rest on the couch. a sigh came outta my mouth and there i fell asleep.
lana had waken me up at one in the night telling me to go to bed so that i wouldn't end up as an old woman that feel tired all the time and has pain in her back. but bitch that's me already.
however, i did as she told me and went to bed, waking up just now, right time to go to work.
i put a black legging and a white cropped, not so short. i slid my shoes on and walk off my room, intending to have breakfast with lana before i leave.
VOUS LISEZ
sublime [1]
Fanfictionsub·lime /səˈblʌɪm/ (adj.) of such excellence, grandeur, or beauty as to inspire great admiration or awe. ☆ in which dakota is a photographer and lil skies is a blowing up rapper who hired dakota for a photoshoot. completed. second book published. ...