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TODAY, I HAD plans to hang out with Keira and Samiya. We haven't had the chance to spend much time together since school started, and especially since Samiya goes to a different school now. So, today, we decided to hit the mall to shop for some outfits since we all recently got paid.
After shopping for clothes, we headed over to Chick-fil-A for a meal. I ordered a spicy chicken sandwich with a side of fries.
Once we finished ordering, we found a bench and began chatting about various topics.
Out of nowhere, Samiya decided to drop a truth bomb, "It's hilarious how Chick-fil-A is known for its controversial stance on LGBTQ issues, yet here sit two members of the LGBTQ community, devouring their chicken sandwiches with gusto." Keira and I exchanged bemused glances before continuing to enjoy our meal.
"That's their problem, not ours," Keira retorted between bites, stuffing her mouth with nuggets. I couldn't help but chuckle at her nonchalant attitude.
"Exactly," I chimed in, adding, "We all have a little homophobia in us." We all burst into laughter, but that was just the beginning of our lunatic escapade.
Suddenly, Samiya's eyes widened in disbelief, and she pointed a trembling finger at my neck. "Oh my goodness, Nymir, what in the world is on your neck?" she exclaimed, dropping her sandwich dramatically. I raised an eyebrow, utterly perplexed.
"What?" I reached up to touch my neck, finding nothing out of the ordinary, and looked back at Keira and Samiya. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Keira, come see this!" Samiya insisted, forcibly turning my head towards her to scrutinize my neck. Keira leaned in, her eyes growing wide as she examined my neck.
Her eyes twitched with an eerie amusement as she declared, "Who's been giving you secret hickeys, Nymir?" I couldn't contain my laughter as I quickly whipped out my phone's camera to see what all the fuss was about.
As I examined the photo on my phone, I discovered an unmistakable, oversized, purple hickey. "Damn, Jaden, you always have to be so fucking dramatic." I muttered with exaggerated indignation.
"JADEN?!" They both exclaimed in mock horror, fanning their faces dramatically with their hands.
"I mean...yeah. It definitely looks like Jaden's work. I can't deny it," I admitted with a hint of wild delusion in my eyes, fully embracing the absurdity of the situation.
"I thought we left him in the dark ages of freshman year! Why is he still lurking around, marking you like this?" Samiya demanded, fully embracing the melodramatic tone of our conversation.
