𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟬𝟯.

Brooklyn Monáe Banks| Brook
📍STL – MO📍

"Dude, why whenever I catch an attitude this nigga wanna catch an attitude too?" Des blew out a deep breath and typed vigorously into her phone. "Like, damnnn. Be yourself!"

"They just can't give you a break, huh, Lil Des?" I joked sarcastically.

"Bra...It ain't even funny, Brook." She straight faced me. "Tell me why this one dude got me getting weak in my knees, susta. Then, he's spose to be at the party we going toooo."

"Not cheating ole Destiny getting weak in nem knees. Ouuu chile."

"See this why I can't tell you nothing." Des continued to look at me with a straight face. "You think everything a joke."

"What shoes should I wear with this outfit, pookie?" I held up my yellow Crocs and my black and yellow Jordan 4's.

"To be honest, they both go with the outfit... I like the Jordan's more though."

"Mm...I like crocs better." I acknowledged, putting my Jordan's back into their clear shoe casing. "Plus, they comfortable & I got nobody to impress there."

"You throw yo crocs on with any and everythingg."

"And what about ittt?" I playfully bucked at her and she pretended to jump back.

"Nova is outside. C'mon." I grabbed my purse and headed towards the front door, with Destiny following close behind.

Des sat in the front while I sat in the backseat. I'm not sure why, but I hated sitting in the passenger seat—whenever I didn't have to.

"Heyy, sustasss." Nova shrieked with excitement.

"Heyyy, Nova girlll." I responded and gave her a big hug from the backseat.

"Heyy, bae." Destiny hugged Nova too, also sending her a flirty eye wink.

"Des, bitch, you the fakest bitch in America." I gave her shoulder a playful push— also giving her an eye roll. "You was just calling me bae yesterday, ho."

"Listen... I know I got a lot of y'all, but, baby you my favorite." Destiny sung the lyrics from a Nardo Wick song and cupped under my chin.

"Eww, fuck you." I flipped her off, before I started dying laughing.

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"You'd think you're meant to have a hellcat, the way you be driving, Nova." Des looked in a mirror in front seat and finished fixing her eyelash's.

"On my daddy. She be driving the fuck out this Nissan Altima." I cackled, agreeing with Destiny.

"I am lowkey." Nova smiled, and walked to the front door, leading Des and I.

We walked in, smelling straight weed. There were lots of people there. I noticed some people that went to our school, and people that I'd even associate with occasionally.

"It smell like shit in this bitch." Destiny described with her nose turned up.

As we moved through the crowed party to the kitchen, we all made sure to be near one another.