Messiah Wallis and Mayari Thompson are best friends. That's been their only title since they met when they were babies, despite what others think. But as they get older, feelings change and things will only get more complicated for the two.
"Thank you boo! You definitely finna be my new stylist." My first client of the day says smiling so hard you can see her gums.
"You're welcome girl. This color looks good on you." It was platinum blonde at the root and became a bright blue. I didn't think it would look that good but she made it look better.
"Thank you. I shouted you out on Ig. When you get famous don't forget me." She says as we're walking towards the front door.
I laugh at her comment. I don't really have any plans on making this a forever thing. I made a page on Instagram and i'm already gaining followers on it. But again, this is just on the side for extra money not my career.
"I won't sis. But have a good day and be safe." I open the door and she walks out looking down typing something on her phone.
"You too. Imma be back in like a week, deadass." She says looking up at me and smiling then waving and walking away.
I wave back and close the door once she's on the elevator.
I go to my room to start on my hair. I didn't wake up early enough to finish. I took out my hair last night and just let it be. I also dyed the hair and bleached the knots. When I woke up I washed and braided my hair down again. And then my client came.
My phone starts ringing and I look at the caller ID for a second, debating on whether or not to answer.
I press the green phone button and put it on speaker. I'm glad he didn't call me on facetime, I look a mess. He'd just be looking at the ceiling.
"Hey beautiful. What you doing?" Demitri asks. It sounds like he's at a party. But I doubt it because it's 11:47 am right now.
"My client left at few seconds ago. I'm doing my hair now. How bout you?"
"I'm out with these niggas. Whatchu you doin to it?"
"A pink lace. The color came out cute."
"Oh okay. I was just checking on you. Imma talk to you later." He says then hangs up.
Well okay then.
About two hours of singing in the mirror and finishing my hair, I look at the final result.
I just get better and better. I decide to get a little cute and take some pictures to post on my main page, before my next client arrives.
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Two minutes after I post I get a call from the group chat.
I answer it putting my phone up against the counter as I clean up my mess.
"Mayari Thompson, who do you think you are young lady?" Tj asks with a spatula pointed at the camera in a pink apron that's says "Daddy's favorite chef".
