I hate that I go to school with 80% of ppl who think it's okay to ALWAYS look like ass and when I dress up the slightest "I'm doing too much"
Fuck you bitch
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Lotanna Rosé Maury
"You excited for your Big Day?" Simba asked as Lotanna fed him some of their fries.
They had picked up some food and we're now going for an aimless drive around the neighbourhood.
"A bit, if it goes well, it'd be like a big break for the brand, but if it goes south then," she shrugged, "I'll eventually get over it."
"Be positive," Simba lectured bringing her free hand to his lips, "you got this."
"I'll try to remember that," she sighed stirring her drink with her straw.
"Simba," she started, "were you close to your dad?"
"Yeah, we were real close." He hummed.
"Were?"
"He dead," he chuckled, "it's been a couple of years."
"Oh, my bad. You miss him?" She asked taking out the tomatoes from her burger and eating them.
"A lot," he said letting out a breadth, "I miss him so much."
"You wanna talk about him?" She asked.
He shook his head, "no, not yet."
Lotanna nodded eating half of a nugget and feeding him the rest, "my dad's a dick but we've already established that,"
"He called me yesterday, saying he wanted to talk to me, you know explain why he did everything that he did."
"You gon hear him out?" He asked.
"I don't know forreal, like obviously I want him to explain but like I don't want to forgive him either."
"What do you want to do?" Simba asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Like what do you want to do? Genuinely."
"I definitely want to hear him out, and I know eventually it'll lead to us being cool with each other, but I don't want to be the only one in my family who tolerates him when everyone else can stand his guts." She expressed.
"I think you should give him a chance, everyone is different they all have their reasons for hating him at the end of the day everyone copes with shit differently. If hearing him out makes you feel better then I think you should go for it."
"I guess you're right," she said sipping her drink.
"I'm always right." He said.
"Shut the fuck up," she chuckled bringing the straw to his lips so he could sip.
"How bout yo mama?" She asked.
He hesitated his fingers clenching and unclenching the wheel, "she straight."
Lotanna scrunched up her face reading his body language, "yall not talking or sum?"
"Did you fucking hear me say that?"
Lotanna turned to look at him, a frown printed on her lips, "nigga what the fuck? I was just asking."
He didn't answer, keeping his gaze fixed on the street light lit road.
"Now you not answering me, perfect. I don't even know why your ass is mad, can't have a fuckin conversation witchu." She muttered.
"I said she was straight."
"And then you got mad when I asked a simple question that required yes or no."
"My bad." He said, "let's talk about sum else."
"I don't wanna talk about nothing else, I'm trynna go home now."
"Lotanna."
"Don't Lotanna me, stop talking to me like I'm a child." She said
"You're behaving like a child-"
"Take me home Leon." She interrupted.
"Mamas," He said looking at her.
"You always saying I never wanna talk about stuff and when I finally do, you being a dick." She said. "I'm not mad, just take me home."
Simba let out a breath rubbing his temples, "She's in the hospital." He said stopping the car in a random parking lot.
"What?"
"My momma, she's in the hospital, she got COPD, it's a lung disease." He said as he began to roll a blunt.
"When I was younger, she used ta smoke often, she never did it when we were around but I overheard her and my dad arguing about it a couple times, when he died, she was too convinced it was her fault and let her bad habit consume her.
"She tried not to smoke when we were around but my sister and I were already going off ta college so it really didn't matter, eventually it caught up with her and now her lungs are busted and she inna hospital."
He glanced at her noticing a look of guilt on her face before shaking his head, "don't do that, you ain't do shit," he muttered letting down the windows as he released smoke out of his nostrils.
"Tell me what's on yo mind," he said as she tried to say something but hesitated.
"Why you smoking then?" She asked leaning in the arm rest.
"Cuz you stressing the fuck outta me," he chuckled lowly, "and this ain't my favourite topic."
"Ignoring the topic doesn't make it any better,"
"I don't want it to be better, I don't want it at all." He said, "the more I talk about it, the realer it gets." he said.
"That's not how it works tho," she murmured.
"You don't know that," he hummed leaning the back of his chair down.
"If you talk about your problems to people, it'll make you feel better."
"Take yo own advice then," he said cutting his eyes at her.
"I'm working on it." She said.
"Mhm." He hummed shutting his eyes as he let out smoke from his lips.
"What if it's hereditary, I don't want anything to happen to you." She said biting on the inside of her lip.
He smiled cracking his eyes open, "you scared?"
She kissed her teeth as she rolled her eyes.
"Yo ass always got an attitude," he said sitting up and leaning over the arm rest to kiss her lips.
"Nothing gon happen ta me," he said slowly kissing her, "I promise."
"How you so sure? You ain't a doctor." She said as his hand caressed her face.
"You ain't a doctor either," he chuckled.
"Simba," she said stale facing him.
"What?" He laughed.
"I'm being serious."
"Me too," he said, "nothing gon happen ta me, don't worry."
~~~
Like 12 more chappies and we're donezies
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SIMBA
Romance"Where you been?" Lota asked. "Why? You missed me?" He smirked walking up to her so his face was inches away from hers. "My bad for asking," she rolled her eyes and walked off the the kitchen. "Aye I'm jus playing with yo ass," he said grabbing her...
