*The Next Day*
My alarm went off and I pulled the covers from over my head. I peeked at my phone and groaned. I'm coming off my high and I'm tired as FUCK. I turn my alarm off and drag my phone under the covers with me. The first thing I checked was my call log and then my messages; nothing... at least none from Bia. Don't. Text. I pulled the covers from my body and sat up. I stretched and let out a big sigh. Time for me to embrace Santana. Santana is just an alter ego of mines. Santana is the big boss, type shit. I swung my legs on the edge of my bed to feel my cat jump into my lap; Nano. I went to pet him and he scratched me in my face. By reflex, I tossed Nano and quickly grabbed my face. I hurry and make my way to the restroom. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
Ma: Brook! TM is here!
Me: Okay!! She can come up! I'm in the restroom!
In no time, I can hear TM run up the stairs and barge in the restroom with me. She looked at me confused as fuck.
TM: What's wrong dawg?
Me: (moves my hand from my face) Is it bad?
TM: (eyes widen) Bro... (relaxes eyes and pushes lips to the side) I told yo ass not to get that damn demon of a cat.
Me: (whines) Come onnnn.
TM: (looks in medicine cabinet) Relax... we can still save the swag.
Me: (lowers eyes) Bro... who the ACTUAL FUCK still says SWAG!?!
TM: (rolls eyes) You want help or what?
Me: (sighs and mumbles) Yeah...
TM: (pulls out a box of Band-Aids) AH HA!
Me: (looks at TM with a straight face) How is this gonna help me again?
TM: (grabs my face) Shh.. just watch.
She took a Band-Aid and put it over my scratch. Hell I could've done that.
TM: (turns my face towards the mirror) Boom...
It actually looked good. Like Nelly during the 2000's era. I'm fuckin wit it.
Me: (nods head) Okay... now that's figured out. (nudges TM) You gotta wait out in the room while I shower and shit.
TM: (rolls eyes) Don't take forever man. (walks out and closes the door behind her)
*A Couple Minutes Later*
I was out the shower and I had finished up my hygiene stuff. Now all I had to do was get dressed. I decided to go with another hoodie and a pair of jeans. I wet my hair while I was in the shower and I decided to let it be curly and wavy. I just throw a bandana on with my hair and call it a day. I walk to my room to find TM in my bed on her phone.
TM: (looks at phone) Took you long enough. (smells me) Where's the smell good at?
Me: (looks confused) Uhh, the soap I used nigga.
TM: (smacks lips) NOT ENOUGH. (gets up and digs in my stuff) You need something that's gonna attract her nose.
Me: (shrugs shoulders) I guess.
TM: (grabs a cologne bottle) AH HA! (runs over to me and sprays me with it) Ain't nothin like a little (says in a funny accent) Yves Saint Laurent.
Me: (takes a whiff) Mmm, it does smell good.
TM: (starts fixing me up) Let's try to make sure you LOOK like you care. (scoffs) It's like you didn't even try.
Me: (rolls eyes) You're acting like my mom.
