FRIDAY |18+|√

big girls

Onika had a great day while I was in a sour mood. She was trying to apologize and cheer me up but I still couldn't get that disturbing feeling out of my chest. Was he even interested? We're my actions disapproving? I sipped on a glass of wine trying to listen to Nik tell me about her date with Kai.

"Aliyah?" She called and I snapped out of it.

"Hmm?" She shook her head and walked to the bar to pour her self a drink.

"Just forget about him alright... Our vacation will be over soon anyways" I heard her but my interest were too far gone at this point.

"I can't... There's just something about him I can't put my finger on it" I sipped the smooth liquid again resting it on my tongue then bringing it up on my palate.

"Here what... Let's go shopping tomorrow clear our minds.. Just you and me no Friday no Kai" I smiled at that idea because I was starting to miss my girl, we didn't come here for men we came here to enjoy ourselves. We saved up so long for this and I didn't want it ruined.

"I'd love that.." She nodded taking a sip of her own. My phone ringed on the table and I peeked and saw that it was my mom. I showed onika the screen and walked away to the balcony.

"Mom?" I greeted.

"Little girl... You know me a go kill yuh, why yuh neva tell me say you were going away" my mom was such a dramatic woman, very nice and funny but also very dramatic.

"Mom I'm literally an adult plus I told you like a week before the date we were leaving" she hissed her teeth over the phone a habit of my fellow Jamaicans whenever they were annoyed.

"Me nuh care... Tell me same way" I sighed.

"Alright mom.. I'm sorry, now how are you?" She calmed down just enough to speak with me like a decent person.

"Not bad at all baby girl... Just tired as usual" I hummed lightly reminiscing on how hard my mom worked. Despite me and my siblings being established in our jobs she still insisted on working. I try to convince her to retire but she always says that she could never be a burden to her children worst they were building lives of their own. I try to work hard to have enough money just to try and convince her again that I was well off and able to take care of her so she could rest.

"How are you and your friend?" She asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Good. Were enjoying our selves.. Hows home?"

"Unu better behave unu self and were good out here... Anyways am going to cook so later, love you" My mom still resides in her home country she said despite it being expensive it was still home and she could never leave it for another mans country where she could easily be deported if anything were to go wrong. She visits us from time to time but doesn't want to live.

"Okay mom.. I love you too, bye" I hung up the phone and stared off into the distance just to get some fresh air and think, however my eyes couldn't help but wonder off towards the ground level where the pool yard was and lo and behold there sat Friday reading his book and smoking a blunt.

I wasn't that high up where he couldn't see me but still far enough where you had to be looking. I stood and shamelessly watched him, he skipped through his book pages and comfortably smoke. How did people not rush to take pictures of him right in this vulnerable state without his security guards.

Then I thought to myself, this was an elusive hotel after all it was definitely not cheap to stay here. Not people weren't interested but probably not rude enough to interfere with other peoples personal space like I did either that of they didn't know who he is.

Which had me thinking, I didn't know who he is, I didn't know his name or anything I literally was just trying to score just imagine if the scripts were flipped and all he wanted to do was score blatantly trying to touch me or have sex with me without even knowing my name. I cringed because that is not what I would have wanted for myself and it was rude of me to assume that that is what he wanted.

Maybe I should try a different approach because I was genuinely interested in him. So with thought I took my eyes off him and made it back inside.

"How's mom?" Onika asked when she heard the door close, she was sitting on the couch watching Netflix.

"Good and you know dramatic as usual" she chuckled.

"That's why we love her right"

"Hold up missy... You have things to tell me" I began, putting my phone on the table and plopping down on the couch.

She glanced at me and pretended she didn't hear so I picked up a pillow and smacked her head.

"Bi- aliyah" she warned she always hated being smacked in the head but did it to others.

"Spill" I gave a warning of my own, she sighed and paused her movie.

"Fine... Nosey ass, I didn't really want to say too much yet. I didn't want you to get invested in this and it didn't work I was basically taking everything with a grain of salt" I hummed urging her to continue.

"So we had our first date today just to practically get to know each other... He seems nice, for now. His name is Kai Myers.. He's german mixed but grew up in the US.. He's in college but doing this driving thing part time to get some cash.. You know the struggles of college.. He likes me and I like him" I definitely knew the struggles of college, not being able to afford nothing but a can of tuna and some bagged mayo on white bread was a struggle plus trying to finish those God damn assignments.

"I see my girl is invested" I cheesed I was happy for her to say the least, she's been through alot and deserves her happiness.

"I am.. I think I'm going to give this relationship thing a try" I looked at her then went on to scold her.

"Don't keep me in the woods hoe I'd like to know either way... But I won't be a bitch and tell you what to do, I can help you through tough times and tough decisions though.. like always" she smiled and reached for a hug we squeezed each other tightly realizing that we were becoming big girls or women as the world would put it and we may grow from each other to pursue different things best friends don't always buy a house together and sit on the couch eating chocolate ice cream with millions in our bank accounts and a room full of cats.

No, sometimes we were broken, broke, imperfect beings with vaginas that twitch for men and different hopes and dreams that may not align with each other and that was okay.