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It was about 5pm at the baller estate. LaMelo and I were lounging on the living room couch, playing 2k.
"Aye, Melo with the assist!" He called out, passing the ball to his teammate for layup before I blocked it.
My fingers were slamming into the buttons as I dribbled down the court, reaching the paint and clicking x to dunk. (idk what button it is cuz I only play mobile..ik i'm lame ntm now✋🏽)
"That's a body!" I screamed, jumping up from LaMelo's lap and cheering.
"That ain't count! You know I got a broken finger baby." He whined.
"Run me my money." I laughed, turning to him and sticking my hand out.
He just rolled his eyes and dug into his pocket, slapping a hundred dollar bill in my palm.
"Thank youuu!" I giggled, pecking him on the cheek and laying back down on the couch next to him.
He had bet 100 dollars that he could beat me in 2k. He lost 46-67.
"Yeah whatever." He sighed, laying his head on my chest and watching Tik Toks on my phone with me.
A few minutes later, I got a DM from Gelo.
It was a ig story from Dmo. He was going through a haunted house with some of our friends. The location was only 15 minutes away.
Gelo🤮🖤💙 __________
Gelo:We should go👀
Me: Rn?
Gelo: Why not
Me: Bet
Gelo🤮🖤💙 liked a message __________
"Mane ion wanna go to that lame ass shit." Melo said, kissing his teeth.
"Why not? It's gone be fun, I promise."
He sighed and thought for a moment.
"Ight but I'm only going cause you going." He confessed, getting off me and helping me up. Leading me to his room so we can get ready.
The fit
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