Losers In Love ❁ d.j.h

• chapter seventeen •

The two women didn't speak again after that.

Well, it was only thirteen hours ago, but to Normani, it felt like a whole eternity. As she sunk her head towards the floor and sat on a pillow between Sinead's legs, she pouted at the ground.

Sinead took the rat tail comb and parted another section, reaching into the air for the shine n' jam. Normani held the canister up for her. They had been sitting in silence for a while now, save for the low hum of SZA's CTRL in the background. Considering the fact that the brunette needed her hair redone and her best friend was the only one within a five foot mile radius that she let touch it, there wasn't much to be said. Sinead tried to get the girl to open up when she seen her childlike tear stained face at the front door. But Normani only turned on her heel to silently guide her to her room.

Truth be told, Sinead didn't know what to do. Normani had many crushes growing up but none of them quite landed, much less with girls. Her best friend had experience with guys so she could counsel her on that, but women? Women were a different entity entirely. She wasn't sure how it was supposed to go. Did they talk about their futures on the first date and just lay it all on the table? Or did they just grasp at straws in the dark and then blink ten years later and be married to their lovers? Maybe they owned ten cats or traveled the world together? Was there even a talking stage?

There were so many questions.

As she picked at the pack of expression hair next to her, the black woman pursed her lips over what to say to start the conversation with her best friend. It needed to be something that wouldn't run her off but would prod her to talk. She looked down at her to see if she could gauge her facial expression. But the girl was too busy looking down at her phone.

Sinead craned her neck to look closer, seeing one of the videos of the drummer that she found. She rolled her eyes, pausing her hands on the braid she was forming.

"Mani?"

"Hm?"

"What are you doing?"

"...Nothing."

Sinead gripped the braid with one hand and leaned down to grab the woman's phone with the other. Normani twisted her body to move the phone out of her reach.

"Stop!"

"Give me the phone!"

"No!"

"Stop moving, you're gonna mess up your hair!"

"Then stop trying to grab my phone! I'm not looking at anything!"

The pudgy black girl gave her best friend a sour face, ceasing all of her movements. Normani's head was turned just enough to witness it.

"What? Why are you making that face at me?"

"Because you're torturing yourself." Her best friend sighed, turning back to the finish the braid.

The brunette pouted. "I'm not trying to, okay? I just want to see what she sees in her."

"Sees in who?"

"The girl she slept with!"

Sinead tilted the woman's head back to get to the kitchen of her head. "She was drunk, Normani. She likely doesn't even remember who that girl is or her name."