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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘!
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐗 , 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊
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❝ Y/N ❞ sat in her messy bed, her pink water bottle that said her nickname on the side in bubble lettering next to her.
Her eyes were glued to the tv that played "Riverdale" on Netflix.
Hearing the rain drops hitting her window as it poured outside.
Then everything was cut off by her hearing banging on her front door, causing her to jump.
Quickly pausing her shows and running out her room to the door.
Yelling who is it before opening. Showing her boyfriend.
" Mmcht get out my face Jojo. I took ya ass DON'T come to my house." Y/n said damn near about to close the door.
He sucked his teeth before walking in.
" Bae come onnn. I said sorry." Jo said closing and locking the front door.
"You wasn't saying that when you was postin bitches talm bestie." She said adding finger quotes to bestie before she sucked her teeth.
"Boy please" she said walking back to her bedroom.
He followed behind. Of course.
"Y/n forreal.. that's just the homie." He said watching her sit on her bed.
" Be so out of this universe forreal.. Let me find out you fuckin that girl.. You know what's up." She said nodding her head.
"I'm not fucking that girl bro. And I dare you to do some hoe ass shit." Jojo said as he flopped down on Y/n's bed.
"Nigga or what? Ya bitch ass ain't gon do shit forreal." Y/n said unpausing her show.
Jo snapped his head at her. "bitch? Awe ok."
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