𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝙓𝙓𝙓𝙑𝙄

𝙤𝙢𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙩

shamira sat in her car waiting for the makeup artist to get here. she unlocked her phone going to jae's contact calling, as soon as the call went through shamira started going off.

"ouu bae these bitches git me fucked up!"

"what happened pooh?" he asked

"so first tell me why the girl who was supposed to do my hair tried to steal
my wig like bitch the fuck? then my makeup artist rescheduled my appointment to a later time and now she late no call or nothing" mira told
him huffing

"if i would've went through all this i would've waited to book instead of trying to do good for myself"

"calm down bae if she don't come then dispute it with your bank and get yo money back"

"why is everyone playing with me today, like on prom are you fucking serious"

"you go get your dress yet?"

"yeah my daddy went to get it, i was scared they wasn't gon be done with it yet"

shamira sat on the phone with jae while he was getting his hair cut. once shamira saw her makeup artist pull up she grabbed her things.

"bae she here i'll call you later"

"ight i love you"

"i love you too" she said hanging up

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𝙣𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 | 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙟𝙖𝙚

"you think mira gon be mad ypu cut your hair off?" my momma asked me

"nah i told her i was cutting it off" i said

"well i'm pissed you cut your hair off" she popped me

"ouch ma what the fuck" i rubbed my arm

"because nobody told yo stupid ass to cut it off"

"you act like i got boosie fade" i looked at her

"shit you damn near"

i got in the car pulling out my phone calling mira. she answered yelling at somebody.

"tt get yo ugly ass mut away from me!"

"heyy bae" she smiled at me

"wassup sexy" i started taking a whole bunch of pictures of her

why my momma in the car i wanna say some shit

"ouu i need to go in here real quick"

"lady if you ain't out of marshal's in 15 minutes i'm leaving you"

"boy i'll whoop yo ass" she bucked at me getting out the car

"go somewhere" i told mira

"you just wanna say nasty things"

"exactly so go somewhere"