𝗕𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗧 ━━━━━ 𝗲𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗲. (DISCONTINUED)

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- BRIANNA'S APARTMENT -

DECEMBER 1989

𝕭RIANNA AND I BOTH SIT ON THE CARPET in her apartment's living room with random products and outfits scattered all around us as she helps with my makeup, giving me advice and what to do and say tonight, but I don't know if I should take advice from someone like her.

Her apartment is decorated in numerous shades of pinks and fake fur textures, whether it's her prestigious rugs, pillows or blankets. She has a range of rose gold tints, from her tables to her frames, lights and curtains.

It's a comfortable since it's her first home and is on the smaller size, but it's a perfect space for her to live in and if she wants her partner too.

Her home really does seem like a girly dream and it's got a beautiful view of the city life.

If only I could move out and get a place too.

I sit in front of her with my eyelids closed as she applies my eyeshadow carefully, her tone of voice soft as she focuses on perfecting her art. "Just talk to him, he ain't gone do much to you." She stresses to which I exhale.

I decided to explain to her the situation between me and Eazy that happened almost a week ago since she still though it was a good idea for me to go out that night to the club, she only didn't resist and still insisted that I'd go out.

In her words, we haven't talked for longer than 5 minutes and I'm just not allowing myself to get to know him aside from my emotions.

If it wasn't for her, I definitely wouldn't have been going out this night.

"I know, but don't you remember what happened to me when I saw him-" I start, opening my eyes after she finishes with one eye and pulls back glancing at her before continuing, "I can't fucking stand that nigga, he's fucking rude for no reason." I state.

Brianna smiles before she taps her brush into more eyeshadow, "Girl there ain't no going back now, Eazy fine as fuck and you gon' talk to him tonight period." She sighs her brown eyes glued onto the palate and the brush before applying it, I only groan in response.

"He ain't cute."

She only glares at me in a joking manner to see if I'm joking and I shrug my shoulders at her response, am I supposed to agree with her?

"Be fucking for real."

"He ain't."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

There's a silence between the both of us as she thinks of what to say next, glancing at her work on my eyelids before me and she only smiles at me expecting the same response.

Honestly I don't find him attractive, it wouldn't make any sense to find someone that I can't stand attractive.

I watch as she rests the brush down back into the palette and closes it, reaching for another product between the numerous other ones all around us. "No but seriously, you ain't find any of them niggas fine?" She asks me, her tone being unsure but curious.