AMAHLE
After a refreshing shower, I decided to dress casually but chic for the day ahead. Opting for a pair of sleek black shorts and a loose black vest, I completed the look with a vibrant pair of all-red Vans. As I tidied my room, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement for the day ahead. Grabbing my essentials, I made my way to the kitchen, where my housemates were already starting their day.
"Hey, you," I greeted Aya, who was clad in a breezy blue summer dress and sandals, a picture of effortless elegance.
"Morning, babe. There's milk on the stove if you want cereal," she offered, her warm smile instantly lifting my spirits.
"Thanks, honey," I replied gratefully, appreciating her thoughtfulness.
Sage sauntered into the room, looking effortlessly cool in navy high-waisted shorts, a white crop top, and white Chuck Taylors.
"Morning, beautiful ladies," she greeted us with a charming smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Morning," we chimed in unison, returning her smile.
"I love your shorts," I complimented Sage, admiring her effortlessly chic ensemble.
"Thanks, babe. I love you all's outfits," she replied, her gaze sweeping over us appreciatively.
"Thanks, boo," Aya and I replied in unison, a sense of camaraderie filling the room.
"Aya, you done?" Sage inquired, turning her attention to our roommate.
"Yeah, we can go, babe," Aya confirmed, her excitement palpable.
"Already? What's the time?" I panicked, suddenly aware of how quickly the morning was slipping away.
"7:40," Sage informed me, and I cursed under my breath.
"Shiiiit! Where's my phone?" I exclaimed, frantically searching for my device.
"Right next to you. What's up?" Aya asked, concern etched on her face.
"Damon's fetching Jen and me," I explained, quickly dialing Jen's number.
"Morning," Jen greeted me as she answered the phone.
"Hey, you done?" I asked, eager to get going.
"I'm still picking out an outfit. Come help me, please," Jen pleaded, and I couldn't help but sigh.
"Jen, we're late," I reminded her, feeling the pressure mounting.
"Argh, relax. Damon will be here at 8:20," Jen assured me, her tone surprisingly calm.
"What? Why?" I questioned, puzzled by Damon's unusual punctuality.
"Because he knows I take my precious time with everything," Jen explained, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Relax, would you? I have someone holding the line for us," she added, and I reluctantly conceded defeat.
"Fine, finish eating and come over," Jen instructed, and I begrudgingly agreed.
With breakfast finished, I made my way to Jen's place, anticipation coursing through my veins. Knocking on the door, I was greeted by Jen, a towel wrapped around her body.
"You still naked?" I teased, unable to resist poking fun at her indecision.
"I don't know what to wear. You look hot, by the way," Jen replied, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Thanks. Does that mean you also don't know which bra and underwear to wear?" I quipped, earning a playful shove from Jen.
Once inside her room, Jen discarded the towel, revealing her options for the day.
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Amahle's Diary 2
ChickLitAmahle and Sandiso had shared a connection that felt timeless during their high school days. Their first relationship held a special place in their hearts, a cherished memory they thought would endure any challenge. Little did they anticipate that t...
