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(Ø▽Ø) “Gotta lov cherry boiz, amirite?”



I feel like Dre has a special liking for other red-eyed Sanses, since they come from the same place.

Cereza!!! @ecto-tiddy

save me era hair colors
  • jin: "i just bleached my asshole" blond
  • yoongi: no seriously save me blond
  • hoseok: soft 'n luscious caramel brown
  • namjoon: wish the care bear blue
  • jimin: yoongi's soul
  • taehyung: RED RED RED RE DRE D REDR E ED!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • jungkook: terry crews brown
Playlist - Dave East Short

“You know how I much I hate house parties,” she stressed, looking out the window of her friend’s BMW. Ryan DuPont was as social and antisocial as can be. She was a social butterfly among her friends but to complete strangers, she was classified as that mean bitch. Either way, it didn’t faze Ryan because no one checked her on it and even if they did, what could they say? I don’t like that you’re not talking to me? If it wasn’t for her best friend Rumi, she would’ve been under her A.C., in a pair of basketball shorts and sports bra, catching up on her favorite shows. Instead, she’s wearing a black one -piece bodysuit with gold gladiator heels.

“You live in Harlem, this is all we know how to do out here,” Rumi laughed.

“I hate it,” Ryan huffed.

“With an outfit like that, I’m sure as hell you’re ready to walk in there and meet some damn body,” she teased.

The girls slowly pulled up to a brownstone, noticing the large group of guys out front on the stoop and both immediately rolled their eyes simultaneously. It was like walking through a pack of hungry lions; it was unlikely that they wouldn’t at the very least try. Rumi found the nearest parking space a few feet away from the house and parked fixedly before the two of them made sure they each looked great, exited the car and made their way up towards the brownstone. “How are you doing, beautiful?” Ryan looked to the side as soon as she heard those words, checking to see who those words were being directed to before faintly smiling and mumbling a great, thanks for asking before she kept it pushing.

“Stay by my side and don’t you dare think about hooking up with any of these lames,” Ryan stated, pointing her white nails in her friend’s face.

“Listen, it’s a party, I’m going to have fun. Let’s go get something to drink and then we can find Dre,” she insisted. Ryan cut her eyes at her best friend, knowing that her friend was about to let that thot out tonight. Rumi and Ryan held hands as they navigated their way through the crowded area, making sure not to get split this soon. Magnolia blasted throughout the speakers just as the chorus of the song was being played and naturally, everyone screamed back the lyrics towards the DJ that was centered towards the back of the room. As soon as Ryan and Rumi got towards the kitchen, they both sighed out with relief as they noticed Dre around the drinks, the man of the hour.

“Happy birthday, Dre,” Ryan sang, engulfing him in a big bear hug.

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