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i really wanna see this dude again for some reason, and i seen on his story that he does hair at a salon my aunt works at, and i do need my dreads retaliated and all, so it wouldn't hurt to book one appointment right ? well, it may be 3 o'clock in the morning but people don't sleep no more for whatever reason.
"wasgud cuh, i need my dreads retwisted &' i seen your work and i was wondering if you could be my hair stylist for these next few shows, hit me back asap." i texted him.
a few minutes passed, and eventually i got a text back. "of course ! i'd be honored to be your hair stylist." he replied, that nigga happy as hell to be my hair stylist.
"okay, you should give me ya' number so i can reach you easier 🙂." i replied, locking my phone and turning over to continue watching tv until i got a reply from the boy. "213-658-7847." he replied simply.
me being me, i facetime him of course. surprisingly he answered, and of course i'm looking at a fucking ceiling. "yurr." i called out, focusing on the tv with my ear close to the phone so i could hear him. "hello." he said rudely. it didn't piss me off, but it caught me off guard.
"what's wrong, cuh?" i said scrunching my eyebrows. "nothing, just tired." he replied blandly. "nah, talk." i said looking at the phone now seeing that he's propped up his phone while he was laying down.
he had on a really large bonnet and some cream on his face, i didn't really pay attention to it honestly. "i mean, i just didn't tell you that you could call me sir." he said looking at me through the phone. "well, get used to it." i said not giving a fuck how he felt after my statement. "boy, fuck you, don't get hung up on." he said grabbing the phone and looking at me aggressively, thinking he was intimidating me.
"mane, we gone' see if you still got this thug thizzle when we link tomar'." i said smiling, cheesing actually. "excuse me? now what if i was busy tomorrow?" he said, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. "well, now your not." i said wrapping up in my blanket. "whatever, what are we doing?" he asked out of the blue. "you smoke?" i asked. "yeah." he said kind of giggling. "ight then, we gon' smoke and then you gon' do my hair and ima see if i fuh' with it or not." i said feeling my eyes get heavy.
"so basically an audition to be your hair stylist?" he asked scrunching up his face, making me laugh. "yeah, if that's how you wanna look at it." i said. "ima slap you." he said laughing. "yeah yeah, but look shawty i'm feelin' beat down so ima go to sleep, you more than welcome to stay on the phone but i'm going to bed." i said, turning over in the other direction and turning my fan on high, drifting off to sleep.
mmm, tomorrow tomorrow...
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