"Hold up, boi, I gotta do WHAT?" Chaerin said with a badass attitude to diplo.

"Shake ya booty, make dat clap, twerk, bubble pop dat nice " Oh diplo you ghetto as hell.

"Hell naw!!!! HELL TO THE NAW!" Chaerin yelled at diplo.

"WHY NOT?!" Diplo yelled back. Chaerin flipped her grayish blond colored weave and rolled her eyes.

'I AIN'T NO TOY." she crossed her arms and scoffed at him. Diplo just nodded at her.

"K." is all he said then he walked out. The , man? Chaerin threw her arms up in frustration and strutted outside, flashing her new Moschino dress that Jeremy gave her. Speaking of Jeremy, Chaerin pulled out her phone with her Moschino phone case on it and dialed Jeremy's number.

RING
RING
RING
"HAY GURL HAYYYYY!!"

Chaerin giggled at her bestie, he was gay as like god damn man you make flamin hot cheetos look mild with yo flamin hot .

"Yo Jeremy, I'm sick of this wigga's , mayne, like dude you old and gross af you aint got swag and you ain't bout dat life, like nigga BYEE" Chaerin ranted to Jeremy.
"YAAAAAAAAAAS CL YAAAAAAAAS YOU SLAY HIS , hey how bout I come pick ya up in my new Moschino car I designed?" Oh wow Jeremy u designed a car too.
"Thanks bae this is why I luh ya"

"See ya in like 2 minutes kk girl?"
"Yea. Bye~"

*10 mins later*
Jeremy pulls up in his Moschino car wearing his moschino suit and NOT Moschino sunglasses. Damn, if Jeremy were a pimp his name would be-

"Imma call you Mr. Moschino okay boo?"

"GIRL YAAAAAAS"

They drove to Jeremy's place and listened to Dr. Pepper on repeat as they drove. When Jeremy parked Chaerin stepped out of the car and walked in.

"Jeremy mah boo boy I'm hungry af can I make some food?"

"GIRL YAS"

Chaerin went to the kitchen and began making, u guessed it, hte spageti. Just kidding, actually, she cooked some fancy french food or some idk use ur imagination. Suddenly, Jeremy came in and hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek.

"So what did Dippity Doozer do to my bestie?"

"BOY, he wanted me to make my clap, like the ?! How the do an clap, do he think my is some sort of cheap toy that you shake and it claps? Boy no, my is plump, juICY and thick af, it aint finna clap, especially in my Moschino dress, who do he think he is?"

"SMH" Jeremy said

"I KNOW RIGHT?!" Chaerin said as she stirred her food in the pot.

"HE BE TRIPPIN!"

"HE DO BE TRIPPIN, FOO'!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!" Jeremy asked

"WHAT?!" Chae asked back
"We finna twerk here, now, by ourselves"

", you cray but aight" Chae agreed. She continued to stir the food and twerk as she did so, Jeremy put his hands on the counter and twerked behind her. Chaerin began to rap while she twerked.

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and 'em in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills,
He keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my appeal
He said he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit 'em with the jab like...
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun