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two.

HOODLIFE CRISIS. | ANJELIA'S POV
DATE | TIME : FRIDAY,
AUGUST 12th 2022 | 6:50 PM.
LOCATION : WHEREVER NOTI FILMS, NEW YORK.

NOTI HOLDS THE door for me as we walk in. immediately met with the sound of mad people talking at once. i look around, deciding to assess my surroundings before doing anything else. there's mad people here, a few more guys than girls but the ratio isn't that off. i immediately notice that most of the guys look older than me, and make a note to not be too friendly because i know that i don't exactly look my age.

the room is huge, and dead center is a white box that i'm guessing is where they record the videos. in front of the white walls is a huge couch and a decently sized coffee table with a lot of opened, and half drunken bottles of soda, as well as lighters and a bunch of weed crumbs that i can see all the way from where i'm standing.

Over to the side of the white room is the smallest 'kitchen' area, which just had a few cabinets, a fridge, and a microwave. which, to be fair, is all you really need. and then theres a random door, which i assume is the bathroom. "noti why the fuck is it so damn hot in here bro." i feel my face contort into one of disgust at the muggy feeling of the room.

"it is right? i thought i was buggin'." i give him a look and go over to the kitchen area as he goes to turn the air conditioning on. i hear the hum as i open the fridge, to grab a water. i take a sip from the bottle before hearing my cousin's voice again, "aii ya, ima leave the air on for a few so it can get cool in here before we start. we jus' can't have the air on while recording because it shows up mad loud in the video." he explains.