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5 months later.
August A.
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"Unt uh it's too hot for this" Charisma mumbled
"Yeah you right" I said, shielding my face from the sun.
We were walking downtown just enjoyin' a nice Saturday.
"You got your suit together?" She asked, sitting at one of the tables outside her favorite fro-yo place.
"Nah, i'm workin' on it doe" I muttered.
"August" She whined, "The wedding is a month and a half away, do better"
"I hea' you love." I said, not wanting to argue.
"You better," She squinted at me.
"Who you think you is lil girl?" I smirked.
"Charisma" She said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Girl" I chuckled.
"Boy" She mocked.
"I'm a grown ass man, fuck you mean" I said.
"Yeah whatever" She said.
"Was you tryna get some yogurt?" I asked.
"Nah, I just was tired of walking" She gave me a small smile.
"Lazy ahh" I shook my head.
"I'm just conserving energy" She laughed.
"Let's go though, it's lowkey too hot to be sittin' up bakin' and shít" I said.
After a long and dramatic sigh, Charisma got up. This girl so damn extra.
She grabbed my hand and I smiled a little.
"You got any place in mind on where we could go?" She looked up at me.
"We could go to Jimmy Jazz" I said.
"All you buy is shoes" She muttered.
"Speak up" I said.
"Let's go" She plastered a fake smile on her face.
"You so fake fa dat" I shook my head.
"Oh hush" She said.
After a few minutes, we were inside looking about.
Charisma complained she was tired so she went to go sit down on one of the benches.
I picked up a pair of black and blue Jordan Retro 1s.
"These fye ash" I mumbled to myself.
I turned around and accidentally bumped into this lady.
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Charismatic
Teen Fictionchar·is·mat·ic /ˌkerəzˈmadik/ adjective exercising a compelling charm which inspires devotion in others. Read Charisma before reading this. August Alsina X Brittney Elena
