-- 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆 * 𝑩𝑲𝑻𝑹

first time for everything

majesty.

the woodwick candle crackled throughout my room as i finished up my stats homework for the week while sade's music blared through my headphones.

i could lie all day and say that music helps me focus but i get more distracted. it sucks because all my friends are napping, if they weren't, i'd probably be kiki-ing on the phone not getting anything done.

considering this is my senior year, i need to be on my shit but it's so hard when there's so many distractions in the way.

ping! ping!

brooklyn:
come over rn i need my hair flat ironed 😩

speaking of distractions...

brooklyn and i are friends but she love bombs me. i don't even know if i could consider it love bombing when she doesn't even know i swing that way but she's so hot and cold.

i guess you could call it a 'crush' but i don't even know if i swing that way. i'm in that phase where i'm confused about everything but i just wanna make my parents proud.

my mother already feels like emerging me in 'western culture' isn't traditional in nature so being a lesbian would definitely be pushing it.

but bk is so pretty. she's tall, i love the way her braces lie on her teeth, the dermal piercing right beneath her eye, the tattoos crawling up her neck, ugh it's just everything.

it amazes me how her parents lets her get all those body modifications. my dad would've backhanded me and sent me back home for eternity to think about it.

and she's polite as ever with nothing to hide. but she reels people in to spit them out. all her dating stories have to show for it.

:
i'm doing hw bk. something u
should be working on rn. and you
haven't talked to me since last weekend bookie

brooklyn:
sorry bae i went through a depressive episode where i locked myself in my room n tatted myself 😹😹😹 you wanna see??? gotta come
over

:
oh— um sure. but idk if i could
come yk how my parents are and
my daddy isn't home yet

brooklyn:
tell them i'm bouta jump off a cliff or sum and ur the only one i want 😩🙏🏾

'ur the only one i want' see that's the shit i be talking about. like girl what's going on.

:
orrr i could tell them
im about to do your hair. but are u fr
about me coming?

brooklyn:
yes plssss 83002 w pssyonft ave.

huffing, i turned in my chair. my stomach turned as i thought about her nutty caramel scent and soft puffy hair. she was such a protective friend and it made me feel wanted.

but should i really waste my time and ask my mom to go? or the more important question is should i waste my time with bk?

i thought it'd be a smart decision to at least finish up my work so she wouldn't have any issues with me leaving. after solving the problems successfully, i tidied up my room.