short story = everything moves fast.
𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫
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"ok armani who's finna keep going back and forth with you?" I asked into the phone.
"who hyping yo head like that?" he looked all in the camera.
"like what?" I huffed making a face.
"you getting smart and shit i'll come punch that wig off yo head don't play with me" he mugged me.
"ok" I hung up the phone.
dumb ass think i'm finna keep arguing with him.
he started calling back and i immediately answered.
be answering this man calls like these jail calls I can't miss.
"what yo favorite color ?" he asked out of nowhere.
"blue" i answered plugging in the flatirons.
"mhm" he mumbled he looked focused making me look at the phone weirdly.
"why ?" i asked grabbing the comb.
"picking out caskets for you. since you love to play wimmie like imma lame"
"how? all I did was hang up" i frowned.
"don't hang up then, the fuck is to you?"
"i'll hang up again" i lied grabbing the flat irons.
i started to section for pieces and straightened them one by one.
i noticed armani staring causing me to buck at him.
"what you looking at?" i rose my eyebrows.
"you so pretty" he smiled.
"thank you" i smiled back.
he was sweet when he wanted to be.
"come lay with me"
"i can't i'm going out with zaeland , his sister and toriana" i told him.
"nah" he shook his head.
"i'm going i won't even be gone long"
"ight nation" he hung the phone up.
i sighed plugging it up to the charger, i unplugged the flatirons and waited for them to cool down before i wrapped them back up.
