the taste of weed is still stuck in my mouth the next day when i wake up. i realize that i dozed off before i could properly get ready for bed and my phone still sits face down off the charger, my bonnet also not on my head.
i reach for my phone and plug the charger in before i check my phone which is usually pointless but to my surprise there's a message on my lock screen.
it's from the group chat with alyssa, brandon, and iyanna.
while we haven't been able to hang out as frequently as i would like, we still interact. mostly from sending each other videos, memes, and little updates on our lives. right now, brandon is checking in with everyone in the group to see if they're free to hang out today.
brandon: yall got any plans today?
alyssa: nothing to do like always. but iyanna is babysitting all day
iyanna: i can speak for myself.
iyanna: i'm babysitting today so whatever crazy shit you have planned i can't come
from their stories and the short breakdowns of their nights together, crazy really is an understatement, and i'm eager to finally be able to tag along since i'm off today.
me: i'm off today so count me in
brandon: no way u finally got released from the shackles of capitalism
me: i'm a free woman fr
alyssa: i thought we would never see the day this calls for a celebration
iyanna: right in front of me wow
brandon: party with them bad ass kids
alyssa: LMAOOO
me: woahhhhh
i shake my head as a laugh, missing the banter between the group.
me and brandon met during middle school at summer school, because we both were terrible in school. if our teachers thought we were bad enough, we got even worse when we became inseparable. we made it this long together off of pure shenanigans and due to our close-knit bond. if i was in deep shit he would be the first person i'd call.
alyssa and iyanna were sisters, iyanna a year younger than alyssa but somehow the more mature out of all of us combined while alyssa is the most chaotic of the bunch. i met alyssa through brandon during our sophomore year of high school and iyanna followed. when one came it's almost guaranteed for the other to be right behind.
iyanna: yall make me sick
brandon: ignoring her but yall wanna meet up at my house for a little pregame?
me: yea
alyssa: i'll be there
i feel myself getting giddy because for the first time since i've been here during the summer i'll be going out with my friends.
every summer break, i swear up and down that i'll make unforgettable memories and go out. and yet i always end up working or in the house the entire time. most of it was on my own accord, but now i'm going to allow myself to have fun.
i stand up and i put together a general outfit, because i don't know what brandon has planned but i want to be dressed for anything he could possibly have in store.
laid out on my bed is a pair of black shorts along with a graphic tee shirt that will go well with my black and white converse.
i take my shower and get ready for the day, and while i'm moisturizing with my whipped shea butter, i hear a knock on the door.
