A Jamaican love story
Ameila a highschool student attending Immaculate conception
Shavantae a Scamma, Businessman extraordinaire
Life had an unexpected turn for both of them when they met in half way tree at Circle K
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Groaning I rolled over in my bed
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Looking towards the clock on the wall reading the time damn it's already 1am.
Why can't I sleep?
We both know y dawg shi deh pon yuh mind.
Sigh I wish I could lay with her or even see her.
Yuh likkle creep yuh just meet har bredda? Scare yuh waah scare har?.
True but I want her.
"So yuh mean yuh whip n no get e pussy jahjer ute," my subconscious said in an rasta voice.
Shut up no dawg.
Laying on my back I looked at the ceiling thinking about how she would look as my girl smiling at the thought of us being together.
Di man all a think far inna e future tpc jah know.
Ignoring him I continued thinking about me and her.
With a smile on my face I feel asleep.
**Tuesday 12:00 pm**
Wait supmu no right.
I feel way too relaxed, jumping up rubbing my eyes I searched for my phone finding it under the pillow.
Bomboclatt a afternoon now jah jah.
I don't remember the last time I slept that long and so good.
"A Lila...I mean mia good nookie weh yuh no get yet mek yah sleep like a baby, imagine when yuh finally get it dawg no coma yah go inna g," he says laughing.
Really wish mhii coulda strangle it sometimes eno.
Taking my phone off DND seeing.
*2 missed call from spooky* *5 missed call from mommy 🥺❤️ 19,000 messages from *gangnem😈* *70,000 messages from 5000 contact* *1700 emails* *1000 messages from insta*
