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𝒮𝓉ℴ𝓇𝒾𝒜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝒱𝒶𝓁ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃ℯ́ • 23 Atlanta, Ga — September 21, 2021 9:27 a.m
"Stori speaking." I spoke into the phone as it rested in between my ear and shoulder while I tried to fix Dayvon breakfast before he woke up.
"Hey Stori, this is Noah."
"Noah?" I repeated back. "I'msorry- I-"
"Spinabenz." I dropped everything in my hands bring the phone closer to my ear.
"Oh I'm so sorry I had no idea. I really apologize."
"It's fine jhit. So check this, The gang and I heading to Dubai this weekend, And We checked out some of yo work and we want you to be our videographer for the trip, we doin a some lil vlog shit." I just nodded my head in assurance.
"Jhit you still on da line?"
"Uh- uh yeah I'm here. Sorry. I um, I'm sorry so sorry I can't. I'm currently nursing a friend back to health, kind of."
"Would he be able to come with you?" He said with annoyance in his voice.
"C- can I call you back in literally like Five minutes."
"'Bet." He hung up and I Walked up the flights of stairs to Vons room.
"Aye Stunna what we eatin' fa breakfast ?" He turned his camera to me and I stale faced him.
"Get off live boy, and listen!" He laughed ending the live and looking up at me.
"What?"
"You know that song 'Who I Smoke? Right? ' I asked.
"Yea folks that shit going crazy right now, why wassup?"
"He wants to go to Dubai with him and his friends to shoot a video for them!" I squealed jumping up and down.
"So you leavin' me folks?"
"That's the thing! You're coming too!" He just stared at me.
