Met her in LA, flew her out the state
Tryna make her my out of state bae
And I ain't buy you Prada yet, but I'm proud of you, bae
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Date: April 26th Time: 6:12 pm Location: Nevaeh's House
Kiya sighed as she sat on Nevaeh's bed, scrolling on tiktok as she was just bored.
She didn't feel like going anywhere but she made a deal with her friends and they promised her waffle house afterwards.
She sighed, getting more comfortable under Nevaeh's blankets as she just wanted to go to sleep.
"Kiya, get yo big ass up and get ready." Nevaeh said as she did Chanel's makeup.
"I'm ready." Kiya said.
Chanel and Nevaeh both mugged her as she just had her hair in a ponytail with some lipgloss on.
"Girl." Nevaeh said, putting down the makeup stuff briefly.
She walked over to Kiya, snatching the blankets off of her and grabbing her hands.
"Get up." Nevaeh said loudly over Kiya's loud groans.
Kiya sat up, scratching her head as she looked at Nevaeh with a bored look.
"What's wrong with you, boo? You been upset the past 2 weeks." Chanel pouted as she got up.
Her and Nevaeh sat on the bed as Kiya rubbed her lashes.
"Me and Zyaire had a small disagreement and haven't talked since." Kiya said, not giving them the details because she felt like that should stay between her and Zyaire.
"Uh-uh, what he do?" Nevaeh scrunched her face up.
"Nothing. He's just concerned for a good reason but...I don't know. It's whatever." Kiya shrugged, shaking her head.
"Y'all still go to sleep on the phone?" Chanel asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah." Kiya nodded her head.
"Okay, then he's not mad at you. Just talk. That's what y'all do best." Chanel shrugged, standing up and stretching. "For now, get yo thick ass up and get ready so we can go show our asses at the prom."
Kiya laughed as she got up, stretching and waljing over to Nevaeh's vanity.
She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing as she took her black 26 inch wig out of the ponytail.
"Hand me your makeup bag." Chanel said as she held her hand out.
Kiya got started on her hair as Chanel worked on her makeup. They all wanted Kiya to help with their hair because thanks to her wigs she had much expertise in that area.
"Don't think about my cousin tonight, Kiya. Push allat to the back of your mind. We going to prom and we finna have a shit load of fun." Nevaeh said, leaning down and smiling in the mirror.
"Better do it Cristina and Meredith style. Turn some music on so we can dance it out." Chanel said and they laughed.
Nevaeh walked over, grabbing her phone and connecting it to her blue JBL speaker.
