me and trinity were chilling on the couch and watching 'Keeping Up With The Kardashians' Kim seems pretty basic. Kourtney has got to be my main.

she offered to come over with food after she witnessed the petty post Natalia made on instagram. so she came over and brought a lot of pizza, and a lotttt of soda.

again, like always, why didn't you expect this? it was gonna happen sometime soon, there was the infamous knock on the door. and if it isn't kékéli or trinity at the door, the universe never seems to mean well.

trinity gets up off the couch and walks over to the door, twisting the golden knob and peeking out the door. from where i was sitting and what i could see, there was no one at the door.

"seriously? whoever this is, a ding-dong ditch? immature ass." she yells and was preparing to slam the door shut before the looked down and saw a folded piece of notebook paper on the off-white carpeted floor that lined the hallways of the variety of condos.

she tilted her head and picked up the note, closing the door after she did and locking it. she walked back over the the couch and i saw it in her hand.

she sat down beside me and folded the note open. i couldn't see the note because she had it facing her. trinity looked infuriated when she read the note.

she handed it to me and i read it: hey, boo! it's your fav, Natalia! this note is just a warning that if you comment bitchy things on my post again and decide to shame me for something that was really YOUR fault. i will fuck up everyone you care about. LOVE YA!

sincerely,

your favorite,

Natalia Roberts.

i crumpled up the note, laughing. her notes weren't threatening. she's a helpless scrawny piece of shit. i tossed it into the trash can beside the couch which held all of our empty pizza boxes and soda cans.

"welp, sorry dear Natalia. but, it's the least i could do after what you did." i say to myself, getting up off the couch and heading over to grab a sticky note from a draw in the kitchen. i take one off the stack and snatch a pen from the same drawer, writing on the note exactly what i had just said.

i giggles and shoved the note in my jean pocket.

i was going to stick it on her door. she doesn't intimidate me. she never has. a small reply note shouldn't hurt her delicate feelings too much.

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oop.

— clair 🧚🏽‍♀️🤩