DIGGY STORYS

Drunk On Love - Chapter One

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“Mikaela Lola Karma!” My brother screamed my full name  from downstairs in the lounge.

He said my full name? I must be trouble,Shit.

I lazily dragged my self out of my bed,but unfortunately failed when I fell back down.

Chase,he use to catch me when i fell,every time.

Yet again,I started to cry.

Last week the person who
I thought I “Loved”,broke my heart. He cheated on me with little Miss perfect Paris Browning! 

I really thought I was a great girlfriend,I really did think so.

But apparently I’m not,not to Chase I’m not.

I always made time for him in between my busy schedule,we always did what he wanted to do and I always tried my hardest to impress him.

I have this thing with love,my friends say I’m crazy but I look at it differently,I just want to be in love,I somehow get into a relationship and simply just fall in love with them. I don’t know how to stop it,it just…happens. 

I feel like I’m  a hopeless romantic,I can’t help falling in love,I feel for love…I need it,I crave it,I just can’t get enough.

“Mikaela Lola!” I heard my brother call my name as he arrived at my bedroom door.

He looked pissed.

“Mikaela,you need to get your ass out of this room and get productive!”

Wow,someone woke up with attitude.

“Ever since you broke up with Chase
All you’ve ever done is listen to Taylor Swift on your iPod and watch Romeo and Juliet over and over again!” 

Can’t he see I’m crying?

“And plus!” He continued.

“You haven’t been showing up to
work!”

“Have you ever had your heart broken? Cos’ for your information,it hurts!” I screamed back at him.

My brother started to pick random
pieces of clothing up from my messy floor and threw it at me.

“Get dressed,and ill drop you of at work!” He screamed,walking out my room and slamming my door behind him.

He has some nerve! I did not say anything,not a peep, when he broke with his girlfriend and just became a slob.

“I’m not going to my fucking Job!” I called out from my room.

My brother bursted into my room.

“What did you say?” He almost whispered,squinting his eyes.

“I’m not going to my fucking Job.” I exclaimed.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“That’s it! that is it! I have had enough of your bullshit,I know that you have had a rough time with school and your boyfriend broke up with you,but I can’t handle it anymore!”

What does he mean? He can’t handle it anymore? He can’t handle what?

“So what are you going to do? kick me out? Dads all the way in Asia working and mom-“ 

I stopped when I said mom…because that was the worse thing I could say in this situation right now.

My brothers face lit up.

“Your moving in with mom.” He simply said,smiling a evil smile.

I’m not moving in with mom…she is hell it self.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I stated.

“Oh,yes you are.” He smirked.

“Oh,no I’m not.” I spat at him.

He pulled out his phone and started to dial a number,after the number was dialed he held the phone up to his ear.

He stood on the phone with a smug look.

“Hey Chase,I heard that you was Looking for a place to crash at while you got your self ready for college,I have a free bedroom here if you like?” 

Fuck.

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“Mikaela Lola,what have you done?” My mother asked.

My mom,she looked tired,thick bags laid under her eyes surrounded by black circles,wrinkles had already started to appear on her forehead and eye corners and she started to lose her bone structure.

“Ma…you okay?” I asked,worried.

“You didn’t answer my question.” She said,her lips pinched together.

“Um…I just…didn’t do anything,because-” I attempted to speak but was interrupted by a telephone ringtone.

She raised her index finger up at my face before picking up her phone.

“Rachel Mackenzie.” She stated
as she answered her phone.

I sighed.

This is the reason why I hate living with her,she’s a blunt work addict.

“No,no,I don’t have anything happening right now,you can come over…alright,okay,you remember where I live right?” My mother spoke into the phone.

I trailed off as she kept talking into the phone,ignoring me.

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I started to unpack my suite case and put my stuff away.

“Mikaela Lola! Go downstairs and open the door for our guest.” 

I shoved my last clothes in the draws before running out my room and racing downstairs.

I looked over at my mother who was multitasking,on the phone,on the computer and plus trying to put make up on. 

I shook my head at my stupid mother.

“The door Mikaela Lola.” She exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes,walking to the door.

I twisted the marble knob on the door before opening it.

Oh my god,standing in front of me is  Diggy Simmons.

New Story Guys!

Okay,so I’m deleting the “No Strings Attached.” story’s since it was so confusing to everyone and I honestly had no idea where I was going with the story. So ima post another story called “Drunk On Love”…so yah,tell me watcha think! Love you guys :)