So, if the livestream didn't make it clear, this sure did.
@Rihanna: Mr. n Mrs. Smith wit a twist 👑 #BlackFenty is out for all you gangstas and lovas out there ❤️
@Navyfam: "Mrs." Already 👀
@Rihanna: basically I mean 🤷🏽♀️ @Navyfam
@badgaal3000: oh shit.. I thought y'all was just doing that shit talk that couples do the "wifey, we married but not really" type shit- @Y/n you really proposed?? Are y'all really engaged??
@Y/n: well we not entangled sis
@lilbobitch: @Y/n does Rihanna run your account cause I swear this isn't how you use to talk or clap back.. 😗
@Rihanna: You wanna be me soooo bad damn @Y/n 🤣🤣
@Y/n: Correction. *under you
@Nvyordie: LMAOOO bruh I love Y/n with a passion frfr she's livin the life I wish I could 🤧
@DanteBJ: Bruh can y'all give us a straight answer damn. I wanna know if you guys are engaged or not!
@Y/n: Dante stfu 😂 you know damn well my knee still hurts from all that kneelin
@RobsY/n: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I knew it was true but just that CONFIRMED confirmation makes my heart explode. I'm so happy for them omg
@Demcrackas69: Bruh @TheShadeRoom @TMZ y'all better leave these niggas ALONE now. They engaged, they happy, fuck off wit the bullshit or I'm fightin
"Damn right." I raised my head with a smile as Robyn pushed my phone to the side and straddled my lap. "I just had to turn my phone off because I got mad calls and texts out of nowhere."
I chuckled and shook my head. "Mad? Oh you from the City now? Disrespectful." She slid her arms around my neck and tilted her head. "Who you talking to from New York huh? Bet that nigga's a dub."
"Shut up, you're my only nigga." she huffed out and laid her head on my shoulder, arms tightening around my neck. "I gotta show you something." Her lips pressed to my neck before she pulled back with a scarf in her hand.
"What's that for?" I asked wearily when she raised it to my eyes. "Rob-"
"Trust me." She mumbled and wrapped it around my eyes with a knot in the back. "Come on." She raised me up and started walking me out of the bedroom.
I held my hands out in front of me, not liking that I was walking through my own home without the ability to see. What kinda shot was this?
"Put your hands down, you act like you don't trust me."
"That's because I don't trust you. You know you'd run my ass into a wall on purpose, babe." I mumbled and the low laugh she let out let me know I was right. "How much further?"
"Just down these steps, hold my hand." I sighed and let her guide me down the long ass set of stairs that seemed to never end. "Okay, are you ready?" I heard a click and I could see lights come on through my blindfold and some gaming noises starting up.
What the hell.. "Yeah, I'm ready."
"This is your final surprise, I hope you like it." She said giddily while pulling my blindfold off. My eyes squinted when the first thing I noticed was a bunch of neon lights. Then I saw a bar.. and arcade games.. then a.. no way. "I know you're still a big ass kid at heart so I got you a big ass kid room."
"Tell that's not a bowling alley." I mumbled with awestruck eyes. "How.."
"I realized how big the basement was and how neither of us would really use it so I told them to renovate and go crazy. Do you like it?" I slowly turned to her with wide eyes before wrapping my arms around her and picking her up.
"Do I?" I lifted her up more, smiling as she laughed against my neck while sliding her legs around my waist. "I love it, baby. Thank you."
Her head pulled back and she smiled before connecting our lips briefly, her smile wide. "You're welcome, now officially happy anniversary." I lowered her down and took another look at this shit. It was wild yo.
It was like every spot was a section. The section for the bar, then the sitting-slash-lounging area, and a goddamn bowling alley.
"This is like everything I wanted as a kid.. literally I told my mom I want a bowling alley in my room and she looked at me like I was crazy." Rob smiled and grabbed my hands as she backpedaled.
"One more thing." My jaw dropped. More? "You know I gotta spoil my baby." She said with a smirk before turning and pushing open a door that was a few feet from the bowling area. A goddamn game room.
Man- how many kids she say she want? Fifteen? Can you imagine being high in this room.. and there was a snack dispenser. "Goodness." I mumbled and pulled her back to my front, my arms circling her shoulders as I looked around. "You did all this for me?"
"Of course, I love you." She whispered and leaned back against me. "And also because I want you and Dante and Jay to stay the hell outta my movie room. Do you know how many times I had to replace the chairs because you can't keep your damn roaches from burning the seats?"
I winced softly before pressing a kiss to her temple. "You know I get uncoordinated when I'm high.. I'm sorry." She hummed sarcastically. "But you're smart, I really might stay out because I only went in there for the snacks." I looked the snack wall up and down, already anticipating getting high as fuck and coming in here. "You got milk duds, taki's, hot Cheetos, skittles- damn bae."
I pulled the purple bag of skittles off of the rack and ripped it open with a smile. How lucky did I get, man?
"I'm glad you like it." She said and rubbed my back. "Keep giving me good dick and you keep getting spoiled." I looked over at her with wide eyes as she gave me a playful wink.
"You sound like a sugar mama.." I slid the packet into my pocket before picking her up again and carrying her out of the room. "Shit, I'll be your sugar baby." She laughed against my shoulder as I ran us upstairs and straight to the bedroom.
You already know.
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So.. Chris was playing. Luckily by a miracle we weren't on the same team. I wouldn't survive being his goddamn teammate, not even in the slightest.
But even so, I had to give Rob my own version of 'the talk.'
I pulled the jersey over my white t-shirt before kneeling next to her as she sat court side with Mel. "Look," I said lowly and grabbed her hand. "I'm not seeking a fight with this guy, alright? I don't plan to start shit because I'm actually happy with my life and I'm not affected by his little boy petty shit, okay?" She nodded softly. "But you know me. If something is started or he comes at me sideways, I'm not gonna back down. Disrespect, especially to my face, isn't something I tolerate."
"I know baby." She said and softly pecked my lips. "I know." She whispered again before pulling back, her lips pulling into a smile. "I wanna see all that shit you talk about Lebron put into action."
Raising up, I playfully popped my collar. "You know me. Fuck a James, I'm a Jordan."
"No you're an idiot." Melissa said with a laugh. I flipped her off before backpedaling across the court and moving over to Dante who was sitting on the bench with an unimpressed face.
"You look like you don't wanna be here." He looked up at me, a smile appearing. "Lolo is teaching you her resting bitch face huh?"
"That 'you become a reflection of your partner' shit is real man." He said before we quickly did our handshake. "Look," he nodded his head and I followed his gaze to see Chris walking through with about ten of his homies behind him. Of course.
Him and Drake should've been the best of friends since neither of them could handle shit on their own.
I watched with a blank stare, slowly chewing on my gum as he dropped a bag on the bench to the left of us on the other side of the dividing table. He looked up in my direction, a smirk spreading on his lips before he looked away.
I chuckled and looked back at Dante. "I'm not worried about him." I mumbled and raised up. "Do this interview with me real quick."
"Nah man, I hate interviews."
"Nigga I do too, come on." I grabbed his jersey and pulled him up before dragging him towards the bleachers where a girl stood with a mic. I was suppose to have been done this interview but no cap, my ass was stalling. "Hey, sorry I took so long." I said with a smile and she nodded, blushing slightly as she waved her hand.
"It-it's okay." I gave Dante a side eye when he looked away with a chuckle. "So will you both be doing an interview or.."
"Whatever you want." I replied and rocked back on my heels.
She nodded quickly and motioned her cameraman who counted down. "We're here at the BET celebrity basketball game with two of the biggest celebrities this year. It's Dante and Y/n, how are you feeling today?"
She put the mic to me first. "Super good. I just flew in from Paris like yesterday so the jet lag is there but I'm ready to play, I'm ready to win." I said with a smile and looked at Dante.
"I ain't fly in from Paris or nothing but I'm ready to play too. They messed up putting the A phi tide on the same team."
I laughed, my head dropping back at the old nickname we had in college. Damn I didn't realize how much I missed the frat. Fuck college but the Alpha's were lit.
"You guys have been friends and played football together for years, correct?" I nodded. "Have you played basketball too?"
"Not in school no but definitely like, hooping regularly at the YMCA or at a park. We actually just had a pick up game not too long ago, right?" He nodded with a smile. "I won of course but-"
He pushed my shoulder with an eye roll. "You cheated bruh, she cheated."
I did not cheat, he just wasn't on my level.
"And recently you've dropped some news." She said to me and my eyebrows raised at her wide smile. "You're engaged, congratulations."
"Thank you." I said with a chuckle, not seeing what that had to do with the game but alright.
"Do you think that'll play a factor in the game?" I titled my head in confusion and she quickly added on. "I see she's here tonight so you've got your own cheerleader."
"Oh," I mumbled. Dante turned from the view of the camera and let out a deep laugh. "My cheerleader? Uh.. sure, I don't.." I chuckled and ran a hand through my hair. "I wouldn't call her my cheerleader, my motivator yeah, definitely. I'm gonna try to score some points for her tonight, if that's what you're asking."
She nodded awkwardly which started to make everything just awkward. "Of course." She said with a smile. "Well good luck today, rooting for you."
"Thank you." I backed away and gave Dante a look as he pointed at me with a laugh. "Shut up."
"You do suck at interviews, damn."
"Calling Rob my cheerleader is like.. I don't know, sounds weird. I don't like that term." I said with a shrug. "Makes it seem like I'm above her or something when we're equals."
He playfully grabbed my shoulder. "You're so cute oh my goodness." He said with a flamboyant tone, his hands clapping until I pushed him into his seat. "You must be getting buku sex."
I looked around before leaning in to whisper. "Ever since I proposed? Every. Night." His eyebrows shot up. "I mean we were already active but it was maybe every two days on average now it's like man, she's on a nonstop drive."
"That reminds me of this shit.." He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his gallery before turning to show me a meme.
I pointed with a laugh. "No for real. I ain't a pussy so I don't say no but goddamn. Sometimes.. sometimes I do wanna cuddle-"
"Get the fuck outta here." He said and pushed my shoulder as he closed his phone. "This Rihanna we talking about. A million and some niggas wanna be you.. better not take that for granted."
"Trust me, I don't."
Our conversation was cut short when some music started to play loudly as someone spoke on a mic. "BET how y'all feeling?"
We lifted up when the basketballs came out for practice or whatever. I didn't really know much of the people on our team but I did know a few. Nick Cannon, Pete, Trevor Jackson.
"Yo," Trevor said to me with a smile as he gave me a bro hug. "I was at the show in Paris, your shit is so dope."
"Thank you, I appreciate it. I watched Burning Sands.. man." I shook my head and patted his back. "You really nailed that role. I felt like I was watching my life in a movie."
He laughed and dribbled the basketball. "Good good, I tried to make it real even though I never joined a fraternity. Y'all some real beasts."
Dante tossed a ball to me and I stepped to the three pointer line before nonchalantly pulling up a three. "Yeah you did good for real."
After some minutes of practicing, not that I needed it, we did the whole walk out thing where they call your name or whatever.
We then moved back to the benches and I draped a towel over my shoulders as I nodded along to the music playing. "Yooo." My head raised and I smiled when Quavo walked over to me and gave me a bro hug. "Apparently I'm team captain or some shit. What's up though? I can't roll around the A without hearing your damn name, I'm Quavo."
This guy was talking to me like we been friends for years damn.. fucking dope.
"And I can't turn on the radio without hearing Bad and Boujee." I retorted and he chuckled before looking down at the paper in his hand. "Is that the uh the list or whatever?"
"Yeaaa, hey y'all." He called out and the team circled around him. "This shit weird as fuck. Anyways, Dante you guarding MGK. Trevor you on Mayweather.." he kept going down the line before he looked up at me with a chuckle. "And you on Chris."
"Oh they tryna see some shit." I heard Trevor mumble behind me.
I nodded slowly before looking over at the opposing huddle where he was dancing to the music with his weird ass shoulder dance. "Aight bet.. lets get it."
A buzzer went off and I rubbed the bottom of my shoes before tossing the towel down and moving the center of the court. Some lanky guy on our team would do the tip off with MGK since they were the tallest.
"Aye," I looked at Dante and he grabbed my hand to give me a bro hug but used it to whisper in my ear. "Give that nigga the Harden treatment."
I chuckled and patted his back before pulling away. "You already know."
I looked to the sidelines and my eyes caught Robyn's who smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I winked in response before turning to face the tip off. Once it was lifted up, tossed to our side, I caught the ball. Oooh they done messed up now.
I dribbled the ball and watched Chris move in front of me with a pending smirk. "What's up lil girl." He said and I silently eyed him as I walking forward at my own pace. "Come on, show me something."
Nah.. not yet. I passed the ball to Dante and he pulled up a three. Nodding, I clapped his hand before backing down the court and keeping Chris guarded while he tried to get open. Like that was going to happen.
He 'shook' me and got the ball but I was right on him so when he went up for a layup, I lifted off of the ground and slapped the ball out of his hand.
I heard the instant 'ooo' from the crowd as he turned and nodded slowly with an 'alright' smile. Dante stuck out with tongue with a smile and pointed at me.
Once Chris and I connected eyes again I pulled up my shorts and nodded my head up at him, a silent 'come at me.' He nodded back. Let the real game begin.
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The whole game was back and forth between all of us. I scored on him, he scored on me. It became more of a me versus him game then anything and everyone knew it.
I wiped my forehead with the top of my shirt as he stalked towards me with the ball. He tried to shake me but I was on him the entire time until he spun to his right, his elbow flying into my side. I stumbled back slightly with a groan which gave him time to pull up a three.
I held my side and looked up, my jaw clenching as he backpedaled with a smirk. "Can't take a hit lil girl?" He spat out as Dante rested his hand on my back.
My eyes instinctively flew to the sidelines and I saw Rob standing up with her mouth moving a mile a minute. She was no doubt talking shit.
"You alright?"
I nodded and grabbed the ball from the ref. "Aye," I said before tossing Dante the ball from the sidelines. "V Carter bro."
Dante's eyebrows raised up. "On God?" He question and I nodded. As he dribbled down the court, I moved to his left side and eyed Chris who was trying to figure out what we were doing. I made a quick cut right and behind behind his back and down the court which made Chris quickly move to follow me.
Dante threw the ball up to me right as I reached the free throw line and I caught it before driving down the court. And this is why we called it V Carter. I took two steps and jumped up, my eyes on the court but I could see Chris jump up as well but I had them wide receiver hops, ya dig?
My right hand cocked back with the ball before coming forward and slamming down into the net. Chris? My force made him bounce off of me and fall right back onto his ass. The building damn near shook from how loud everyone got.
I dropped down and landed right above him, my eyes staring down at him cockily. I slowly stepped over his body with a smirk and he shot up at me but Mayweather pulled him back.
Wiping my nose with a chuckle, I looked to the sidelines at Robyn and shot her a wink when I saw her dropped jaw, her hand on Melissa's shoulder. Oh but I wasn't done.
Once I got the ball back, I decided to let the other players have their shine but not before fucking with Chris some more.
I was driving down the court at almost full speed and he was backing up to try and match my pace but I suddenly stopped which sent him tripping, tumbling back onto the ground.
I stared down at him and shook my head, not even gonna buss a three in him like that. I nonchalantly handed the ball to Trevor and already started walking down the court while he pulled up a three.
Quavo, who was on the sideline, tossed his water bottle behind him with a laugh as he clapped my hand when I walked past him. "Fuckin beast!"
I'm just saying, I wasn't gonna embarrass him, that wasn't my plan but if he wanted to play dirty I'd raise the bar higher than his blonde wannabe curls.
Chris looked like he was fuming which was just so funny to me. He was really mad.. what a child. I wasn't even taking this serious man. Their side called a timeout so I took the time to step back a bit.
Moving to the other sideline on purpose, I stood in front of Robyn and stuck my hand out to her she smiled before doing our handshake. "You're crazy." She mumbled and shook her head. "I didn't know you were this good."
"Only when I wanna be." I said before looking up at the scoreboard and saw we were up by five. "What you wanna do after this, you hungry?"
"Starving." She breathed out and I nodded in agreement before rocking to Bad and Boujee that started to play around the arena. "Is your side okay?"
I nodded and waved my hand. "Yeah it's cool. Just stunned me a bit but it wasn't shit." I saw her eyes roll as she looked over my shoulder so I followed her gave and saw Chris sitting on the bench with his lips pulled into a smirk. Eyes on her.
He wanna stare so bad, ima give him something to look at. I crouched down and cupped Robyn's face before pulling her in for a heated kiss. My tongue slid into her mouth and I felt her hands resting on my neck, her body like puddy in my hands.
When I pulled back, I felt her lips chasing me back before she snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat. "Lemme go win this game real quick." She nodded silently and watched me jog back to my side of court.
Dante smirked softly as he tossed me a towel. "Petty timeee."
"Sometimes sometimes." I replied and draped the towel over my head before retying my shoes. "We got a minute left in this game, why they stalling?" I mumbled and looked over at the other team to see them still talking. "I swear breaks shouldn't be this long.."
I sighed and raised up before waving the towel at then to get their attention. "Y'all wanna throw in the towel or something? What's taking so long?" Most of them waved me off with a laugh but Chris raised his middle finger with a serious expression. I smirked. "I'm right here, ain't that what you said?"
He pulled the towel off of his shoulder and threw it down before walking towards me but I wasn't gonna pretend like I didn't see the four other guys on the sidelines raise up. "Yeah I did say that, what's up?" He spat out as he got within swinging distance.
I looked him up and down, my eyes continuously looking behind him. "Get the fuck out my face, Christopher."
He stepped closer. "Or what nigga? Swing something."
"Oh you must think I'm stupid huh?" I said and shook my head. "You and drake the same nigga. I swing and you hit back once before backing up and letting them pussy ass bitches over there.." I said loudly on purpose as I pointed at the dudes so they knew I was talking about them. "Come jump me. If you can't tell," I looked behind me and saw Dante with his eyes on us but still sitting on the bench. "I don't need no one. So again, get the fuck out of my face."
He exhaled through his nose heavily and I saw him pull his shorts up and I was about it.
"Y'all," an arm came between us and I heard Trevor trying to get between us. "This a charity game, nobody here to fight."
I clicked my tongue and waited until he backed away before I let my guard drop a but never fully. His pointer finger raised as he pointed at me. "Keep playing with me."
I backed away as well before waving my hand and getting back into game mode. Like I said, he was a fake blood ass pussy nigga who couldn't fight his own battles. I wasn't stupid, I knew how to pick my battles. Throwing myself into a fight with his whole entourage there was suicide. I ain't a damn dummy, I knew his game.
The last minute was uneventful as fuck. I knew we were gonna win which is why I didn't even really try to go crazy. I already proved myself and humbled this clown enough yet he was supposedly the 'BET king of basketball?' Riiiight.
"Give it up for em y'all." The MC or host, whatever said and I waved at the crowd with a smile before already starting to walk off the court.
Rob raised up with a smile. "You did great, babe." She said and pecked my lips before interlacing her hand with mine.
"I just wanna say a personal thank you," Melissa started with a serious expression. "For putting him on his ass twice. Swear that made my entire year."
I chuckled and dapped her up. "Anytime Mel."
As we were leaving, Quavo flagged me down. "Aye, you did your shit today." I briefly let Robyn's hand go to accept his bro hug. "Come through to my after party if you want. It's at Oak."
I nodded. "Bet, I'll catch you later bro." When we separated and started walking away again, Rob gave me a look with a small smile. "What?"
"Oh you got famous homies now?" She said with a smirk as we ducked out through the back and got into our car without a fuss.
"I wouldn't call him a homie yet." I said with a chuckle as I started the car, honking at Dante when I saw him pull out in front of me. We stopped at the red light, him on the side and rolling his window down. I smiled and waved at Lauren before focusing on him. "Aye you wanna go to Oak tonight?" He shrugged before nodding. "We can carpool in the Esc, meet me at mines around ten."
"Alright bet." He said with a nod before swerving off with his girl.
Before we could go to the club I had to freshen up a bit and make myself look presentable, ya know? I know I looked sexy in everything but I couldn't be out here bummin' it.
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At the Club
"Babe," I hummed, my arms around her shoulders from behind as I swayed her to the music. "I ordered McDonald's, can you pick it up from outside?"
I chuckled and nodded before pulling away. "We just ate, when did you order food?" She shrugged softly while sipping her drink from a straw. "Is it already here?"
"Should be in like three minutes."
"Alright." I looked at Dante and tapped his shoulder. "Aye can you ask if they can bring some Jack over? You know I don't fuck with this light liquor." He gave me a thumbs up so I left the club and made my way to the front to wait for the Postmates.
I could see the camera flashes but I ignored them and leaned back against the pillar next to the bouncer. I gave him a polite smile before pulling my phone out and seeing a call from Dante.
"What's up?" I questioned.
"Aye Chris just fucked with Rih."
Immediately I was put on guard. "What you mean?"
"I mean he was grabbing her and stuff but she kept pushing him off. I made him leave and I think he's coming your way."
Just as he said that I saw the group walking out and my eyes caught Chris' and I snapped. I dropped my phone before rushing forward and shoving him back harshly. "Fuck is your problem? You grabbing my girl?" I spat out and he simply looked me up and down. "Fuck that, let's go."
I yanked my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, my eyes watching his homies step up. "I'll fuck all y'all up, let's go bruh." I pulled my jeans up and waited for one to make one move forward, just one was all I needed. And thank God it was Chris.
He looked back at his guys and waved his hand. "I got it, don't even worry about this lil nigga." Bet.
As soon as he got within swinging distance, I pulled my right hand back and popped him in his mouth. I wasn't even aware of the growing crowd outside, all I could focus on was us both going at it.
Now Chris wasn't completely like Drake 'cause this nigga actually could fight. I would be lying if I said he didn't get some hits in that I knew I'd feel tomorrow but I had something he didn't. Motive.
Soon I started to see him putting his hands on Robyn. I saw him beating her and that gave me more anger than I already had.
I felt my back hit a car door but I spun us around and grabbed the front of his jacket before lifting him up and slamming him back down on top of the hood. My left hand gripped the front of his shirt as I punched him with my right until I was pulled back. That gave him time to run up and rush me, his arms wrapping around my waist as he tackled me to the ground.
Who the fuck was grabbing me, bruh??
My head bounced off of the cement and my vision got a bit blurry but I raised my hands to block his hits. "Bitch ass nigga." He spat out and I pushed him back by his chest which was harder then I thought but once I got us rolled over, it was my turn.
My fists unloaded on him until I could see the blood he claimed to be. But as much as I just wanted to fuck up his pretty boy face, I wanted him to feel it tomorrow. So I lifted up slightly before dropping my knee into his side harshly and I saw the breath leave him as he gasped.
Just for good measure, I did it once more before but harder and that's when I was grabbed again. And this is where the shit kicked in. His fucking boys.
I had about two motherfuckers coming at me from the jump. Goddamn it..
I bounced back slightly and pulled my jeans to give myself a little bit of a breather before I started fighting with one of them, the other being a little bitch and getting in cheap shots. I punched the guy in front of me before shooting my elbow back to hit the guy behind me. I wasn't even trying to but that one hit dropped him behind me.
"Woooah," I let out a sigh of relief when Dante flew out of nowhere and grabbed one guy and threw him against the pillar before kneeing him in his stomach. About fucking time man, damn.
"Hey!" Almost immediately, everyone scattered when sirens sounded. Of course.
I wiped my nose and leaned against the pillar in exhaustion. Without warning I felt cuffs slapped on my wrists but I was too damn tired to argue. Shit I think I did hit my head pretty hard.
"Y/n." I looked towards the entrance of the club as I was sat on the curb. Robyn walked out with Mel, both of their eyes wide. "Holy shit.. babe." She rushed forward but a cop pushed her back. "Don't fuckin out your hands on me."
I looked away and glanced at Dante who was sat next to me. "What'd you do, take a lap around the club before coming out?" I questioned and he gave me a look as he wiped his bloody nose with his shoulder. "Cause you took your sweet ass time."
"Bruh I was trying to get out but they had the entrance blocked. I had to run around the back just to get here." I kicked his foot with mine with a smile. "Your heads bleeding."
"Is it?" I questioned and turned as if I could see the back of my head. "Shit I don't feel nothing." I looked back at Robyn and saw her still arguing with the cop. "Aye," I called out and she looked at me. "Relax shawty, I'm good."
Her head shook as she whipped out her phone before pressing it to her ear. It took me a moment but when I looked around, my eyebrows raised when I saw Chris put into a squad car. Shit so that meant.. I then felt myself being lifted up. Yep.
I was sat into the back of the car and I winced when I laid my head on the back of the seat, now knowing what Dante was talking about.
Fuck.. I hope somebody picked up my phone.
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Priorities 💀💀
Anywayssss yeaaaa what y'all thinkin? Cause I know ya lil brains is workin like a hamster wheel.