𝐊𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐌, che.

000. PROLOGUE

KARASI | MILAN | TAVIOUS | CHE | DON
ATLANTA, GA.

"STOP MOVING" milan muttered to the girl in the chair, trying her hardest not to tear the lace from how hard she was pulling.

karasi's hand held it to the left side of her head, fidgeting with it because it was slipping due to milan's force.

milan groaned again, "keep it in place or it's gonna slip bitch" the girl spoke. she quickly grabbed the comb from the counter, grooving the hairline into the line of glue she put on the bald cap.

a few breaths left her mouth as she placed the lace band on her friends head. "imma start charging you if you gone be difficult" she threatened.

karasi scoffed and hugged her friends waist, "you know you love me too much." milan rolled her eyes with a smile while she accepted the girls hug.

due to karasi's endless complaints about her hair not being done, milan decided to take matters into her own hands and do it for her.

of course karasi could've just done it herself like she usually did, but she felt too lazy and non productive.

she didn't even remeber when her last maintenance day was, but milan knew she needed to interfere soon.

she didn't want her best friend out there looking a mess. so here she was in karasi's kitchen installing a blonde 26" on her.

a hair company had sent it to her to promote, but she felt as if blonde would wash out her light skin tone and would much better suit karasi's ebony shade.

now that she could see the wig on her head, she was definitely right. she loved having a pretty best friend to match her fly.

they'd been this close since freshman year, but it felt like way longer than that.

"now.. what yall got in this kitchen? a bitch hungry as fuck" milan withdrew from the embrace, turning to search the cabinets behind her.

she opened the door to the pantry, amazed at the sight in front of her. this was the main reason she loved being at the hendrix residence, aside from karasi of course.

meanwhile, karasi pulled out her phone to check how the colored hair contrasted her skin. she smiled, pleased with it.

"girl.. you pressure" she mumbled to herself.

she was practically glued to her bed before milan pulled her out of it "i'm tryna go 'aht tonight" the puerto rican had told her.

her home was empty, both of her brothers being out along with her dad. he was a truck driver, so he was never really home anyway.

it would've hurt karasi if she didn't understand that he was doing it for her and her brothers.

the twins, as she called them, were younger than her by 2 weeks. they were real twins, but she was their ghetto twin.