Bonded In Truth

Blurred Lines

Jade

“Dats my best friend, dats my best friend …that’s my bestie, my best friend, go best friend…” Zaiere’s ringtone sounded out from the other room as I started to unpack my items from this afternoon’s shopping trip.

“Hey, what’s up” I asked. He usually didn’t call on my off days cause he knew how I was about my time. He’d always send a text, so I knew something was up.

“Nothing much. I got a question”

Oh goodness, I thought.
“What is it, Ra?”
Everybody called Zaiere by his nickname Z, but I called him Ra because I loved his middle name.

Zaiere Rasheed Thornton was the man to know back in the day. Hell, he’s still the man to know now. His intelligence wasn’t limited to street smarts, and I liked that about him. When we were younger, he made a lot of moves that weren’t always the best, but he knew how to hustle and not just with niggas, so I couldn’t knock him for that.

“Chill, it ain’t even nothing like that. I was just wondering if you’d be up to going out tonight.”

I relaxed and kicked off my shoes.

“Oh ok. Um, yeah I guess. I haven’t been out in a while anyway. Where you wanna go and what time?"

“Cool. I was thinking BLVK Orchid would be a good move for tonight. It’ll be one of my homeboys and me. We were thinking about heading out around ten o’clock. You know the line gets crazy out there once eleven o’clock hits. They havin’ a live band before then, and I know shit like that is right up your alley.” He laughed.

“Whatever, nigga, you like it too, so don’t even front,” I said as I laughed along with him. “But, ok, I’ll kick it with y’all as long as ya little friends ain’t on no fuck boy shit. I am not trying to go out with any of them. They are not my type.”

“Girl, hush with all that nonsense. Ain’t nobody tryin’ to set yo crazy ass up, and you already know you don’t even have a type.” He laughed harder.

“Yeah, whatever, you say that now, but as soon as one of them tries something, they are going to get embarrassed,” I stated with a blank face.

“Ok, Jade, dang. You need to lighten up a bit. We just trying to have a good time, so save the attitude for another night, ok?”

“I hear you,” I said to him as I simmered down.
 
My thoughts had already shifted to what I could wear. I hadn’t been dancing in a while, and after today’s workout, I was feeling a little feisty. I needed to burn off some energy on the dance floor and have some fun.

“Ok, well, I’ll hit you up later when we get ready to leave from my place,” he said.

“Cool I’ma start getting ready now cause you know how I can get.” I laughed.

He laughed back, “Yeah, I know. You about to try on everything in your closet knowing damn well you’d look good in anything you put on.”

“Whatever! That’s all you mister fly guy. You stay pulling chicks every time you step out,” I said jokingly, but it was true.

Zaiere was one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. He looked exactly like a tall Lorenzo Tate, but darker and more muscle. Plus he had the prettiest smile that would make any woman’s heart melt. The man was gorgeous, and I’m not saying that just because he’s my best friend. It was the truth. Let him tell it, he just an average guy that knows how to dress well, but I saw otherwise.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just be ready by ten. I’ll see you later,” he stated, and we hung up the phone.

He was right about one thing. I was definitely about to destroy my room getting dressed. I was getting excited at the thought of getting extra sexy and showing off a bit tonight. I didn’t typically like being the center of attention, but I did have my moments where I stepped out prepared to have all eyes on me. I am far from conceited, but I also enjoyed the fuck out of myself. I loved how my body looked with and without clothes on. Hell, I put in enough work in the gym to show it off and that’s exactly what I was going to do tonight. I most definitely planned on showing off my perfect ass and full breasts.