❛ YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE SENT FROM
ABOVE , WHEN I LOST ALL HOPE, YOU
SHOWED ME LOVE. ❜
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two artist come across one another, forming a romantic bond. their different ways cause conflict amongst them, will they overcome it...
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' 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 , 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 , 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 ' eric & selena's residence ━━ calabasas , california !
"IS HIS WIFE friendly Lynn? Because most of the times when dinners like this happen, the wife is a total jerk, I've seen the movies. I don't want any bad blood with anybody. . . yet." Selena rambled to Eric as she laid on him, moving her fingers in a circular motion around his chest, giving him a sense of comfort.
The couple had been very low profile over the weeks, giving each other every chance of affection they could whenever they had the time. It was the least they could do, considering how much the tabloids were talking down on them as people. Despite not knowing them personally.
It had taken a very serious mental toll on Selena, but Eric has told her countless times to ignore it. He was used to being negatively talked about by the media. It happened all the time. Selena on the other hand, had never had this happen to her before.
He chuckled, "Nah baby. She's nice. She's. . .kinda like an airhead though, typical dumb blonde if you ask me. But she coo' peoples, she' eazy to get a long with." He joked. She rolled her eyes giving him a goofy smile.
Ever since her meeting with Courtney, her mood had been in high spirits. She was still bummed out about not having anybody else to turn to regarding family, but she thought it was best to move on from that part of her life. Maybe it just meant that there were better things coming for her, and her family wasn't meant to witness it.
Eric rolled his blunt while Selena watched and scrunched her face up in disgust. She removed herself from him, "Um, those stink." She uttered out flatly to him, her face saying more than any words could. He did nothing but stare at her with a blank expression, causing her to suck her teeth and storm away into her closet.
"Dramatic ass." Eric mumbled, but she still managed to hear him. "I heard that!" She shouted from the closet. Further looking for something to wear. Her closet was huge and full of clothing and accessories. Her options were limitless.
"Wear my coat." He tapped her behind quickly, making her jump in fear. "You scared me! You did that on purpose! You jerk!" She lightly pushed him. His laugh became louder as her frustration became evident.
His laughter died down a bit, "Why would I wear your coat? None of your coats match anything that I have in here." She mentioned as she swept through her clothes trying to find what could possibly be compatible.
"Make your own style. Match my fly, but make it your own. Y'know with the bustiers n' shit you be wearin'." He suggested.
It took her a minute, but she decided to wear her simple black bustier top and matched it with black flared pants. She chose to dress her pants with silver waist beads and topped her simple look off with Eric's black Eazy-Duz-It tour jacket. On her feet were a pair of her gucci heeled metallic sandals. Her hair remained in a slick up-do with curls coming from her bun, and slight swirly edges rested on her forehead.
