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|| PHILLY, PA || pov : • 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒.
i stood infront of the corner store waiting for him too come, it felt like he was taking forever.
i called my fav malaysia.
"layyyyy", i said after she picked up.
"what bitch?", she said.
me and lay had a playful relationship, we was always being mean to eachother but it was all love.
"girl what are you doing", i asked.
"nothing in the house with my bae", she said.
"which one?", i asked already knowing she was talking about shitty ass enzo. i don't like none of the niggas she pick cause i always wanted her with jacks my bestie, but if that's what makes her happy i guess i support it.
"girl", she said.
"what bitch?", i asked.
"anyways, you are outside finally. where the hell you at?", she asked.
"im waiting for my nigga.", i said lying.
"whoooooo.. elijah?", she asked.
"girl noooo", i said back.
after i said that, mir pulled up i got in the car showing lay who it was and hung up before she could say anything.
after that it was quiet for a few minutes.
"hey", i said breaking the silence.
"wsp", he said.
"nothing, wsp" , i said.
we had a few more words back and forth but it was just the usual, he was asking me how my day was and all that good stuff.
"what's your instagram?", he asked me.
"@truemilan_", i said.
"your name pretty", he said.
"mhm", i said not knowing what to say.
"what's your real name?", i asked him.
"stop being federal", he said.
"boy just tell me", i said.
"it's amir, but just call me mir", he said.
"no, i'm going to call you amir", i said.
"why?" he asked.
"cause i want too", i said. i'm not calling him by his 'street' name cause that's what groupies do.
"accept my follow request and follow me back", he said.
"okay", i said.
i accepted his follow request and followed him back scrolling through his profile.
