"Fuck you!" I said, running out of the house with my purse in my hand.
"Veronica, stop." He said, getting in front of me.
"What, huh?" I said, as tears streamed down my face.
He sighed as he tried to move towards me, like he was going to hug me.
"Ge...
Those words kept replaying in my head. I don't really know what makes me happy.
"What really makes me happy?" I asked myself. I shrugged as I looked through the laundry I had.
"What the hell?" I picked up one of my black shirts to see it bleached the fuck out. I sighed out of frustration.
"Now what the hell imma do?" I said, throwing it down. I started folding my other clothes until this idea popped up in my head. I looked at the black shirt and ran to the bathroom to get some tape, scissors and a spray bottle then went to the washing room in my house to get some bleach.
I brought it back up to my room. Let's see how this shit turn out. ~ "Damn." I said, holding up my now finished project.
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I smiled at my shirt since my shirt wasn't completely ruined.
"Huh.." I mumbled. "Let's see how far I can run with this." ~ "So why did you text us and say it's and emergency and we have to bring our shirts to you right now?" Nick said, placing his shirt on the couch along with Dani, Maddie and Ryan.
"Okay, thank you. You a will get your shirts back after I'm done with them, byeeee!" I said, pushing them out the door as they all complained. I closed the door and locked it while smirking. ~ Danielle
"Um, Ight." I said, shrugging. "What y'all finna do?" I said as I walked down the steps.
"I guess I'll just go back home." Nick said, shrugging.
"Might run by Luke's. See wassup over there." Maddie said.
"Finna go get sum to eat, I ain't ate anything yet." Ryan said, getting to her car.
"Ight, I'll see y'all later." I replied, getting into my own car.
*Ding!*
😒💕🥱🦋:Bring yo ass over here.
:rude ass. Ight. ~ "Daniiiiiiiiiii." I shook my head as this nigga dragged my name.
"What?"
"What?" He said, mocking me. "Come here."
I sighed and walked over. He wrapped his arms around me as I did the same.
That's until he decided to lift me up.
"Nigga put me down. Yo skinny ass gonna drop me." I said, laying my head on his shoulder.
"Skinny?"
"Yeah, skinny."
"Yeen never thought." He said, pushing his lip up. He put me down as I walked into the kitchen.
"You finna cook me something?"
"Ha, you finna cook us something." I said, looking in the freezer for some food.
"Now you know I can't cook." I turned and gave him a stale face. Nigga know he lying.
"Boy please." I threw out some. "I'll be back in a min." ~ Woody
I groaned as my phone went off for the almost 23rd time. Yes, I counted. I turned my phone off and walked around in my house.
I rubbed my hands over my head as I tried to think about why I did what I did.
I couldn't find a reasonable answer.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I ran my hands over my face.
Now I really see what people be talking about when they say you never know what you have until it's gone.
I fucked up, I fucked up bad. I never meant to hurt anybody. Everybody messes up every now and then.
