MANDY MILKOVICH.
LIP HALF EXPECTED HER TO BE PISSED, in fact maybe more than half expected, he hadn’t exactly told her he had entered her into the photography competition, but in his defence, she hadn’t explicitly told him not to. So, to Lip, it was fair game.
“ So, ya know that camera I got ya for your birthday? --- I told ya those pics were good --- ” Lip smirked, turning his phone screen around to show her the email confirming she’d only fucking won the competition, and that her pictures would be on display at the new ‘art space’ gallery in the Southside next week, some boujee hispters had opened the place in an old abandoned church. It was his turn to do something for her like she had done for him with college, hell, if Mandy hadn’t applied to all those schools, he wouldn’t be where he was today. He figured he owed her this one, “ they want you to go to the Gallery opening, think you get an award or some shit, and $1,000 bucks --- i know you weren’t gonna enter the competition, but sometimes ya need a little push --” Lip grinning nudging her arm playfully.
“ Boujee party, free booze, what d’ya say? can’t hurt to go along, right? you can wear that little black lace dress ya got, you look fuckin’ good in it --” a coy smirk tugged on his lips, a arms snaked around her waist. fuck, he was proud of her, even if the words didn’t leave his lips, he felt it hit right in the center of his chest.
@nctyourplaything gets a STARTER that we talked about 84 years ago, bc I remembered about it and its cute af !!
