1995

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I was awaken to the shrill sound of the phone ringing. With a groan, I tossed the blankets aside and walked over to answer it. The chill of the wooden floor sent shivers up my spine.

"Hello?" I asked, somewhat warily, wondering who could be calling so early. It was, after all, only 7:00 in the morning.

"Mystery Voice: Yo, is this Blue?"

As soon as I heard the voice, I recognized it immediately. "Meth, is that you?" I replied, certain it was him.

"What's up, babygirl?"

"Is everything okay? You kind of woke me up." I laughed softly.

"Oh shoot, my bad. Didn't mean to wake you," he apologized.

"It's fine, what are you up to?"

"I'm good, babygirl. Should've called you yesterday, but I was a bit nervous," he admitted with a laugh.

"Aw, I made you nervous? That's cute," I responded in amusement.

"Ah, whatever. What have you been up to, though?"

"Well, I was sleeping, but now I'm talking to you," I giggled.

"Got you. Me and the clan are having a video shoot with SWV. I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?"

"Of course, I'd love to. What time should I be ready?"

"By 10:30."

"Sounds good."

I gave him my address. We continued talking, sharing bits of our life stories. He mentioned he had a kid named Sha, which I was glad to learn about.

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I look over at the clock and see that it's 8:55. I decide to start getting ready since I'll probably be doing my makeup today.

I get up and head to the bathroom to go through my daily routine. Once I'm done, I strip out of my nightclothes, put on my robe, and head straight to my closet to find a cute outfit for the day.

After 20 minutes of searching, I find a cute brown crop top that's a little revealing but not too much, paired with these pants my cousin Aaliyah got me for my birthday. They have little angels on them, and I match them with some brown heels.

After I change into my clothes, I head back to the bathroom to do my hair. I put it in a sleek back bun and make sure my edges are laid perfectly.

Then I start on my makeup, which doesn't actually take that long. Afterward, I sit on my bed and get my vanilla-scented perfume that my ex, Pac, bought me out of my drawer.

Yes, I used to date Pac during his digital underground days, but we decided to break up once he started getting into the rap scene.

We dated from 1991 to 1993, but we're still cool with each other. He's locked up right now, but I miss that bald-headed n***a.

I smile to myself thinking about Pac, but my smile fades when I hear a loud noise coming from downstairs. "It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen," I think aloud. Blue had jumped out of her bed and landed face-down on the floor.