- 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘢 𝘹 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 -

Y/N POV.

☾ 𝗝𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗔,❞ 𝗜 𝗬𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗗. “WHAT,” she yelled from the other room. “Are you packed for the weekend?” I said. I didn’t hear a response so I assumed that was a no. “If you aren’t packed by this Saturday, I’m leaving your dorito built ass here,” I cackled. “I WISH YOU WOULD,” she said, as I heard her voice getting closer. “Square up. What’s good” I said, getting up. We both started throwing hands until I had her in a chokehold. “Say sorry,” I said.

“No” she yelled as she bit my arm. I winced in pain as I let her go. I just had my jaw dropped as she just smiled at me. Jemila’s quiet but I swear she’s crazy as hell. We were both moving to Japan this weekend. I’m almost 18 and Jemila’s almost my age so it wasn’t a big deal in our eyes.

I was raised by my aunt since my parents were nowhere to be found and also since she’s my closest living relative. I have my own business where I make desserts. Whatever you want, I can make it. Flan, cheesecake, mochi, cookies, whatever. Baking has been something I started doing ever since my aunt took me in as her own. She taught me everything I know.

The reason we’re going to Japan is my aunt got me a very good job to supply desserts for a shop there. I forgot what the name was but I wrote it down somewhere. I’ll find it later. Jemila’s only coming with me because she doesn’t have anywhere else to go. My aunt is rarely home anymore because she travels a lot. She always lets Jemila stay here and treats her just as well as she treats me.

I was basically done packing since I didn’t have that many clothes anyway. I was just going around the room and making sure I had all my stuff. My aunt said she would be back here tomorrow to say her goodbyes. Obviously, she refused to fly with us there. She had too much going on for her to be able to come with us. “Y/N,” Jemila yelled. “WHAT?”

“Let’s go to the corner store and get some snacks,” Jemila said, making her way back to my room once again. “Sure, but I hope yo ass know I ain’t paying,” I glared at her. “Bitch,” she said under her breath. “What was that?” I said as I put my finger behind my ear. “Oh, I said bitch,” she smiled. I flipped her off and began putting on a hoodie I already had sweatpants on so I just slipped a hoodie on top of my sports bra. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone then waited at the door for Jemila.

She came out of her room wearing a similar outfit to mine, just with different colors. “Let’s go,” I said, opening the door. I waited for her to step out and then I locked the door. We walked out of the building and started walking on the sidewalk. We had our arms interlocked and were just enjoying each others’ company. We made it to the corner store in a matter of two minutes since it was pretty close to our house. We were just about to walk into the store until someone grabbed my throat and dragged me back.