𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 | j. kirstein

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 7

Wednesday 2:22 PM

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It's been a couple of days since my date with Jean so we haven't seen each other since. But, that didn't stop us from texting and calling each other when we had the chance. Something I liked about Jean was he has a life, so he's not just texting me 24/7, he's out doing things, and it was the same with me. Even though we've known each other for a week I already feel comfortable around him, and that he would respect me.

When I woke up this morning, I received an email from my agent saying I have a photoshoot for Nike tomorrow morning and they want my hair natural. That required me to take my braids out. I had them in for about a month and a half so I guess it was time. I was in the middle of brushing the build-up out of my hair preparing to do a hot oil treatment until an incoming call interrupts my music playing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Princesssss." Jean cooed through the phone.

I giggled while rolling my eyes at his nickname, even though it was really cute. "Wassup?" I asked.

"Can I come over?"

"For what?"

"Because I wanna see you. Duh," he answered.

I was thinking about letting him come over or not since, I'm literally in the middle of doing my hair, but at the same time, I did want to see him again. Plus Mielle was at work until 7, she works at Footlocker.

"Uhhh, sure, how long?"

"About an hour, that's cool?"

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Igh, do you want anything I can stop at the store before I come."

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"Mhmm, igh see you soon."

"Byeee," I said and hung up the phone.

Hopefully, he takes his sweet time, I want to at least shampoo my hair before he comes.

I continued to brush out the build-up and once I finished I heated a mix of oils in the microwave, while I grabbed a plastic shower cap.

The microwave beeping prompted me to grab the oil and go into the bathroom to apply it to my scalp. While I was massaging my head, with oils dripping down my fingers and the back of my neck, I was thinking about what I need to do before he gets here.

Probably put on pants, I said while looking at my t-shirt and underwear in the mirror. Sweep the floors and light some sage, or maybe a candle.

The roots of my hair were now fully coated in oils, and wrapped in the shower cap, to stay warm. I went to throw on some baggy gray shorts that stopped above my knees and started to clean the floors of any lingering hair from my braids.

About forty-five minutes later, everything was clean and I was chilling on the bar stools in the kitchen when my alarm went off on my phone telling me to rinse out the oil.

He might be here soon, but then again he might not. Fuck it.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the bathtub water, and rinsed my hair a little just to get it wet. I grabbed my creme of nature shampoo off the shelf and squeezed some into my hand. I turned off the water, while I massaged my scalp to remove excess oil and dirt. Mid-shampooing I hear the mother-fucking doorbell ring.

I know you're not deadass- Should I rinse or just let him wait. I wondered.

Ding dong, the ring app was now alerting my phone.