Mr Hotspot My Friends Lyrics Novels & Stories

🎵I hope a trap boy's your type🎵 🎶why?🎶 🎵Cause I don't have a nine to five🎵 🎶alright🎶 🎵I get that your standards high but I'm not a random guy, I'm different🎵 🎶lliterally🎶 🎵When I write my rhymes, you say you don't like that line, I'll switch it🎵 🎶calm🎶 🎵You said you don't like my life, you said you don't like my guys you're trippin', trippin🎵

I came out in the open, making sure he sighted me from afar. “And who do we have here, huh?” “Just who you are seeing.” I replied him, staring at his friends. “Okay boy. What do you want now?” Nate asked, stepping towards me. “Stay away from Heidi.” I said bluntly. Nate and his friends burst into laughter, after which they looked at me. “Heidi is mine now…and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about that, buddy. “We have plans for tonight too. We are going for a nice swim, and maybe after that, we are gonna go beyond the physical. I guess you understood that, right?” Nate said naughtily.

I looked at my band mates and smiled at Mark. "Mike wants us to play Yellow by Coldplay." I saw how Mark smiled widely before nodding because it's one of his favorite song. Maybe even more now because of Mike. I looked at Troy and Cole and they both smiled at me before nodding and I stood behind the microphone. "Our next song is requested by our dear friend there." I pointed Gab and his friends' table and the crowd looked at them before clapping their hands. I even saw some of the girls eyeing Gab so I had to look away and turned to my band mates to tell them that I'm ready. "This is Yellow by Coldplay."

The music is very loud, and pedestrians frown at us as we sing and shake our heads as if we were at a concert. “Oh hell!” My smile broadens as the Iron Maiden song ends and a unmistakable guitar riff begins to play along with the sound of a Hi-Hat, characteristic of AC/DC's Thunderstruck. “Turn up the volume,” I ask Ryan, yelling, as I go back to texting my sister. I decide to call her later, and enjoy the rocker time with my good friend. “It already has all the volume,” he yells. “Ohhh ohhhohhh”, we began to sing in unison, and shake our heads gently. Ryan taps the wheel lightly.

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

"Loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Yeah, you should be loving someone Oh, oh, loving someone Oh, oh~" But wait-- I can sense something else with him. Why does he doesn't have any real friends? How can he say that? Oh no, curiosity go away! Fudge! I'm doom!

~When the sun shine, we shine together Told you I'll be here forever Said I'll always be your friend Took an oath, I'ma stick it out to the end Now that it's raining more than ever Know that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella~ -(Rihanna) Umbrella -------- -------- -------- Stefanos:

'Keep pushing your friends away, they'll eventually stay away. My mum's words resonated in my head. I couldn't let that happen, I wouldn't. I am going to tell Mandy that I won't be able to watch her practice because I already made a commitment. It was a commitment to one of the most important persons in my life and I couldn't break it. I'm going to hold you close Kiara so just try and get away. You'll see how futile it is. Wait-her name is Mindy. Shit.

He said in a soft voice, "You're really something, Scarlet.May I have your phone number?Just to make sure you're okay from now on.” I was unsure. I knew deep down that I should say no. "That seems like a bad idea to me." Without being pushy, he said, "Please." His eyes were serious. "I only want to be friends." Friends? Could I even picture him that way? After everything, could I trust him? As I thought about what to do, my fingers moved around on the edge of my shirt. If I gave him my number, he might back off. I shook it off and said, "Fine."

I'm on the other side, it's alright, just hold me in the dark (I'm on the other side, it's alright, just hold me in the dark) No one's got to know what we do, hit me up when you're bored (No one's got to know) Nah (what we do, hit me up when you're bored) 'Cause I live down the street, so we meet when you need it, it's yours All I hear is Nothin' feels better than this Nothin' feels better Nothin' feels better than this Nothin' feels better, no, no We don't gotta hide This is what you like, I admit Nothin' feels better than this You say we're just friends but I swear when nobody's around (You say we're just friends but I swear when nobody's around) You keep my hand around your neck, we conne