𝙄𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚

Entertainer

Natille's POV •

"Should I still show up tonight? To work?" I ask Liv, cooking me something quick to eat. It was almost five. "Your call. I'm sure it would piss her off to see you acting like nothing happened. Hell, she might not even be there today. Probably too banged up," Liv smirked.

"Any news from Voria's Lives? She blocked me and I don't give enough of a fuck to make a side account," I tell Liviya. "She just been talking mad shit. Nothing new. I'm surprised she didn't block me." Liv thought for a second. "Actually," Liv let her words trail off, "she did block me awhile back, so I wonder why she decided to follow me back now."

"Did she ever know we was friends?" I ask her.

"Ion think so. Did you ever mention me to her?" Liv asks. "When y'all was together?"

"Nahh," I shrug, "I don't think so."

"Go to the club," Liv says at last, "I'll come tonight and be your lookout. Just don't come up to me or no shit, then people might know where you are. She might have niggas after you. Who'll follow you home. And you'll take an Uber home. Ima keep my eyes on Regina. Give me a picture of her."

I pull up one of the many photos Regina and I took as friends. I haven't brought myself around to delete them. "I got that hoe," Liv grins. "Let her lay another finger on you."

"So I can get ready?" I ask Liv, standing up and stretching. "Yes. And where something sexy. If she doesn't pay you, I'm paying you tonight," she grins.

Xiomara's POV •

I glance at the clock and think about how I'd be at the club right now. Zabelle's playing with Indigo and giggling loudly in the living room. I think my best friend can sense that I'm...upset, or sad, or just confused by her despite me trying to keep up a neutral facade but I ignore her attempts at talking about it.

I keep telling her she shouldn't miss work over Zabelle and I, but she won't hear none of it.

I guess we're both ignoring one another, in a way.

"Zabelle's asleep," she tells me an hour later.

"Thanks," I say, peeling my eyes from Natille's Live and giving Indigo a tired smile.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing," I reply quickly.

"X. You can be honest with me," she bends down to match my eye level. I sit up on the couch and she comes to sit next to me.

"I don't want you to...stop being kind to me. And Zabelle," I say slowly. I'm not using her...but I need her. "Xiomara, even if we ever hated one another I wouldn't leave you high and dry. Xiomara is a child, and if I fucked up her future in any sort of way, I would never be able to forgive myself. Don't worry about that. I always got y'all."

"What are we, Indigo?"

Her eyes moved away from my face and settled on the blank television. "What do you mean?"

"You've been begging for this conversation all day and now you wanna act stupid?" I scoff. I start to stand, but Indigo cups her hand down on my thigh and pulls me down. "I'm sorry. I'm used to...playing with people's emotions. If you want a straight answer, I'll give it to you, X."

I wait impatiently for her to get her mind together.

"We're best friends. With benefits?" she then adds.

I look at my clasped hands, and push back tears that I don't know the origin of. Am I happy about this statement? Sad? Angry? Disappointed? Would it even be okay to feel a mixture of these things?