Love is a drug, a drug he tried so hard not to get high on, because like all drugs, they come with side effects, and those side effects only last a short period of time.
"To everyone else i was Blake or Ghost, but to her. I was just Josiah. Her Josi...
YOU HATE ME FOR NO REASON, I BE TALKIN' BOUT' YOU ON BEATS ______ die with you.
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KENJI ANXIOUSLY bounced on the heels of her feetas Monica parked the car. She sat in the passenger seat, gazing out at the large house.
While staring confusedly, she felt deja vu wash over her, almost like she'd been here before but couldn't recall it.
In the drivers seat, Monica held a disgusted face at the state of the house party. She could only imagine how it looked on the inside.
Teenagers were scattered along the yard, some passed out, some kissing, others simply talking. Beer cans and red solo cups laid everywhere. To top it all off, rap music was booming loudly.
Turning towards her new friend, Moe raised an eyebrow "Damn girl, you ain't never been to a party before? Calm down!" She joked
Kenji chuckled, opening the door and stepping out as Monica did the same.
"I am calm, just excited because I haven't been to a party in a while." More like never but that isn't to be spoken on
"Well," Moe smiled, "You my friend now and we finna be goin' to all the parties and then after these parties we finna be fuckin' all the hoes and then we gone-"
