REAGAN WALLIS ♡
Atlanta, Georgia
5-24-26

"Oh hold on, is he fine!?" Monica stirred the pot of dirty rice while eyeing her cousin. "Well.. yes he is but the last time we talked he just left without saying anything,"

She wasn't too bothered about it but she did feel it was somewhat rude, just disappearing mid conversation. But hey— they barely knew each other so she couldn't blame him too much.

"Oh please y'all gone end up fuckin' with each other or something. I can just feel it," Monica always told her little cousin to put herself out there more.

Reagan was a beautiful girl but she needed much more confidence. That's exactly what Monica was trying to help her with, and they were getting there.

For the longest Monica has honestly been a mother figure towards the younger girl. Reagan grew up without a mom, so Monica took her in when she was about 16.

If anything she was more of her mother than her best friend, but they didn't like to call it that.

Monica was only 39 whilst Reagan had just turned 23, there was a major age difference but the two didn't love each other any less.

"Girl no! I'm not even about to play with you right now.. just make my food,"

"You better watch it little girl let's not forget who's older, I may look young but I'll fuck you up!" Monica jokingly pointed towards her younger cousin with her face scrunched up.

"Baby you don't even look youn- don't even fuckin' take it there. Bitch now you're blocked!"

She shook her head at the older girl before looking at the time— taking note that she had work soon.

"Ughhh I have work in like 3 hours," Don't get it wrong, Reagan loved every single one of her jobs.. but sometimes she just wanted to chill in the house.

The private club she worked at never gave her a day off, particularly because she was one of their most wanted dancers. They paid her well but not well enough for her to never have a day off..

"Damn, I forgot you had that job.. they still overworking you?"

"Yes! It's so frustrating but I don't want to say anything about it, my boss be kinda hard on me."

The last thing she wanted was to piss off her boss, since he'd already threatened to fire her previously when she asked for a day off.

Ever since then she never confronted him about it again, it really wasn't worth it. At least she was getting paid, right?

Monica shook her head while placing the newly cooked food onto plates, "No you need to speak up for yourself.. I ain't raise no punk!"

With a roll of her eyes Reagan waved the girl off even though she was right, but Reagan was the type to never stand up for herself.

It's a habit she'd been trying to break out of for a while now but still no luck.

"It's not that easy.. I don't like to be a burden,"

"What does being a burden have to do with speaking up for yourself.. please explain it to me. Because I'm not understanding?" Maybe it was the motherly side of her coming out, because now her voice held a certain base to it.

Although Monica was fine with the whole best friends label, she of course still referred to Reagan as a daughter— treated her like one too. Sometimes if she felt like it Reagan would even call her mom, but that was very rare.

"Don't try to start scolding me girl you're not here for that. You're here to make my food and spoil me, slave!" Reagan joked with the thought of changing the conversation in mind.

The last thing she wanted was for this to start an argument— scolding moment, so she cleared the air.

"Don't get popped, kid! Start getting changed for work while the food cools off,"

"Alright, make sure you put some ranch on my rice too!"

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The girl couldn't help the frown on her face when she finally reached the private club. Due to her car being in the shop still— she had to walk.

Surely an Uber would've made more sense but she checked her GPS and it showed that walking would be quicker because of all the street traffic. Atlanta was always so overcrowded, it was honestly nerve wrecking.

She hated walking the streets alone, and not because it was tiring.. but because she always felt like she was being watched.

She tried to convince herself plenty times that she was just being dramatic, since she had no real proof.

But whenever she was alone.. something in her gut always told her to run. Or at least keep her guard up, but she waved it off as paranoia.

'Too many dang scary movies, got me scared.'

The girl started mentally preparing herself once she got to the entrance. Loud screams and music could be heard from even outside the club, and she let out a sigh.

"Well here we go,"

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Ya'mir Quin
Atlanta, Georgia
5-24-26

The man eagerly smiled once he saw her door light off— meaning she wasn't home. Reagan always turned it off when she left so it wouldn't run her light bill up, and of course he would know.

He'd been watching her for quite some time now. Though he didn't like to call it 'watching' because that just sounded creepy.. it was more like 'looking out'—making sure she was okay at all times, and nothing was bothering her or anything.

In a way he was her guardian angel.. she should be thankful, right?

Well.. Ya'mir couldn't make much of an excuse when he found himself in front of her door, unlocking it with the spare key he made a years ago.

Once the door opened he was quick to step inside— basking in the aroma of her beautiful home.

She always kept her house clean and smelling fresh.. every time he visited— trespassed, everything looked neat.

"She won't be back home for another 4 hours.. got all the time I need," He kept note of her schedule as well.

Ya'mir knew every job she worked along with the times she clocked in and clocked out. He honestly didn't like her working this much.. but there wasn't much he could do about it— yet.

He decided on doing his favorite thing first.. which was going to the girl's room and looking around— taking things.

The heart sick man had a routine of stealing her clothes.. mostly panties. Sure, he was a bit perverted but everyone had needs after all. He made sure to always take the old pairs— ones that he knew she wouldn't miss.

The last thing he needed was for her to catch on and find out she had a stalker.

"Oh I haven't seen these ones before.. shit, don't mind if I do," He looked through her drawer before picking another pair of her panties to add to his collection.

Ya'mir couldn't lie, he felt ashamed for doing things like this, but he just couldn't help it. Reagan was too beautiful.. too perfect for him not to become obsessed.

If only she remembered him.. maybe she would feel the same.

authors note
honestly this is going to be somewhat similar to 'you' on netflix but with a twist, be prepared fr.. cause y'all know ima turn shit up 😛!