Your pov:
"BECCA WHERE'D I PUT MY HAT LAST NIGHT" I screech whole tearing the room apart trying to find it. "Bed post dumb cunt"
I just grunt and grab the sun hat. "Thanks babe" I say before leaving for the deck.
I stop in my tracks when I realize Becca's got a full face of makeup and her streaming equipment, this bitch. "Hold the fuck up" I say slowly coming back into the room "you never take breaks, workaholic" I tease as she shoots me a glare.
"Says the one who brought ever instrumental piece of equipment they own" she hissed back jokingly. "Who you talking to?" I say honestly not caring but I just love talking to her. "Cara" she mumbled. "Sorry I asked, tell her I hope she goes to hell" I groan before leaving for the deck like I initially planned.
Me and cara have a rocky past, we dated and she's the main reason I met Becca but damn, the bitch switched up on me like that. Next thing I knew she was super jealous some moments and others she didn't care.
As soon as I left her she's made it her goal to make my life a living hell. Fucking New Yorkers. I guess I was lost in my thoughts considering I've been staring at the wall for a bit.
Finally, inner peace. I can finally just sit on the deck and write without getting distracted mid thought. Guess all my built up anger about cara has fueled my writing because within no time at all I've gotten a new song.
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"Fuck" I shoot awake, guess I fell asleep. I glare over to my phone, didn't I give everyone strict instructions not to call me? "What?" I hiss into the phone not realizing it. "Guess you haven't changed much have you?" An obviously annoyed familiar voice hissed back.
"Who the hell is this, I'm kinda busy right now." I demanded sick of what ever 'joke' this was. "Your favorite person" bruhhhhhhh.
"Who the fuck gave you my number cara?" I hissed back, at this point I'm beyond pissed. "Your girlfriend" she laughs through the phone, if I could I'd strangle her right now.
I bolted inside with rage, no I wasn't mad at Becca, I'm mad at the nerve of the bitch on the other end of the phone. "Why'd you give the she-devil my number?" I groan not even caring that she was streaming. "She wouldn't shut up about it so I have in" she said plainly.
I just clench my fists and walk outside the room. "What is it that you want that's so important that you had the nerve to call me?" I say giving in at this point. "Just letting you know that I'm back to the full time job of making your life hell" she said "why jealousy got the best of ya?" I laugh as she grunts before hanging up.
