Mr.Playboy Stole My Neon Yellow Bra
❝Hey,Chloe?❞I say out loud as my hands dig through my dresser,clothes flying out with each passing second as panic begins to consume me. ❝Have you seen my bra lately? Maybe someone borrowed it and forgot to bring it back?❞
I don't see her due to myself facing parallel to her,but I could tell her face was stuffed with the toffee bar by the muffled sound of her voice. ❝No,to ethier. Have you lost it?❞ she asks for a moment,I hear her swallow as I start on my closet. ❝Which one? What does it look like?❞
I roll my eyes, sinking my knees to the floor as my eyes and hands search through my lower closet space frantically. ❝My lucky bra,a neon yellow push up with smiley faces on the straps... ❞ I trail off not really wanting to inform her on the size.
I was going so a unsafe level of fanatics for a piece of clothing, some would conclude that I've lost my mind and probably sound ridiculous. Full diva mode as Lydia would say,I didn't even know that mode existed to be honest.But it was lucky for a reason,I couldn't lose it. No,I wouldn't. This couldn't be happening,what even happened?
I hear her stop behind me, a slight gasoline escape her lips to prove my sudden theory. She new something I didn't. ❝What's wrong?❞ asking as I slowly rise to my feet to face her,eyebrow raised and arms crossed over my chest.
Licking her lips as she speaks she looks almost apologetic.
❝I kinda know who has it...❞
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