Me & U || URBAN || (DAVE EAST x KEYSHIA COLE)

Chapter 2

Angel 'tiny' Milán
Los Angeles, California
10:00pm
I tried to catch this tear before it fell. I really did but ultimately, it rolled down my cheek then they poured down my face like a waterfall.

I hated this. I hated everything right now. My boyfriend wouldn't answer the phone and it felt like the end of the world.

Granted, he was in prison but I snuck him a phone for this exact reason. I couldn't stand being away from him. He was my entire world and the fact that he couldn't be with me felt heart wrenching.

Besides the fact that he couldn't pick up, I needed to talk to him about something important. It'd been stressing me out so bad.

This isn't what I needed right now. I just kinda wished everything would go according to my original plan. But I knew God had something in store for me.

"Girl! What is you doing!" I heard from my left. "You on in 5!"

Looking over in that direction, I saw my best friend Quiana had been standing in the doorway of the locker room.

"Qui...I don't know if I can go out there." I sniffled.

"Bitch is you crying?" She questioned, walking over to me and caressing my cheeks.

Looking into my eyes, she wiped my tears with her thumbs then pressed her nose against mine. She was that one friend that didn't know personal space or boundaries but I didn't mind it.

"What we sad about?" She questioned.

"Nothing."

Pulling away from me, she crossed her arms. "So if it ain't nothing, why you not out there shaking ass and making money?"

"I- I'm nervous." I stuttered. Which was half the truth.

I was sad about my man but I never did a solo dance before. Qui got me a job working at this strip club only a month ago and I usually just made my rounds around the place serving drinks topless.

But that wasn't paying the bills like I thought it would. I figured I had to grow a pair and dance for these muh fuckas now. Use what I got to get what I want. 

"That's no reason to cry, mama. Come on. You fuckin up your makeup. If it makes you feel any better, I'll watch you in the cut. How that sound? Just look at me while you performing." She sighed, taking a powder puff and fixing my makeup for me.

"Alright, alright." I huffed.

I figured that'd help. Plus I realized I could just call my boyfriend later on tonight. I wasn't gonna sweat this anymore.

"You need some lip gloss. Where is it?" Qui asked, finishing up my retouching.

"I ran out. All I have is Blistex." I huffed, blotting my lips with whatever was left on them.

"Nuh uh. Come here." She sighed, leaning in and planting a kiss on my lips. She made sure to rub her lips against them so that her gloss would spread on to mine.

"And this one is for good luck." She smirked, pulling away then kissing me again.

Like I said...Qui was very touchy. And like I said again...I didn't mind it.

"You still nervous?" She questioned.

"Definitely not." I chuckled, popping open a bottle of henny and taking a swig. The burn was real but I was good now.

I was gonna grow some balls and give these niggas a show. I was doing this to pay for what I really wanted to accomplish in life. I was 23 going on 24, graduated from an online university and I felt it was time to get serious about my goals. I was gonna do whatever it took.