𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓛𝓾𝓿

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"Mama i'm tired of taking pictures..for real. You don't think that's enough?" I groaned.

Just because she have daughters, she want us to take pictures for her clothing line. Like find somebody else. She drug me from my bed for this. I just want to go lay back down.

I had a long night and i'm out of energy. She know I have to take pictures for my own clothing line, plus hers. That's too much. And she like extra stuff.

Want me to wear dresses and shit. Knowing I don't wear that. Especially skirts. I have to tuck for that and that's uncomfortable. But whatever for Tina right?

"Giselle. You complain so much. You can leave. Need to get something done to that head. It's been two months, them braids need Jesus." She grumbled.

Always talking shit. I went and got my hair done like she said, but she still wanna complain. Although i'm not tripping about going back. If I get to see pretty girl again.

We followed each other and liked pictures and shit. Commented some cute stuff, but that's it. She be posting and I be watching her stories and stuff.

Found out that she's a really colorful person. Like she loves everything nature and pink. When she be posting the hair she do, I know she be tired.

But I also found out that she have a boyfriend. I know him, he pussy. His family one of the most...nasty ones. They the type of kids to go to school just to fuck with people. Not learn a damn thing.

I've been in to it with them so many times. He seem all good, but he ain't shit for real. He tried getting with my cousin Kelly, but she found out he had a whole kid.

And a crazy ass babymama. Keitta. Yea I fuck wit her, but I don't have no baby by her. So i'm cool.

That's the worst combination. Having a kid..okay. But coming with that kid is a crazy motherfucker? Hell no. That's bullshit.

I wonder if she know he got that. Doubt it. She don't seem like the type to deal with that. I see a lot of self respect in her. Based on the family she in, I know she got a lot of respect.

The Maraj's are right next to us when it comes to respect and quality of family. I've been told that we were really close friends. Mama even showed me pictures of us. I was in my boxers and a t shirt, while she was in her underwear and a t shirt as well. Our arms were around each other's shoulders and we had big smiles.

Mama said she always wanted to dress like me. I wonder why we drifted.

"Mama...alright. Imma go there now." I left quickly before she could say anything else. Sitting in the washing place was getting annoying. All because it "fit the aesthetic."

She'll be the death of me. But I love her with my whole heart so i'll do whatever she asks of me.

I pulled into the area of the hair shop and got out. It seemed to be kind of packed, but that was the barber shop side. Every chair in there was taken. Every girl was doing hair and focused.