~Vanity~
Almost about a week later...
Me and Hendrix are sitting in our office trying to figure out who keeps stealing our stuff.
"How do yall keep letting our shit get stolen anyway?" I ask him and he side eyes me.
"You think I want the stuff to get stolen?" He asks me and I shrug.
"I don't know. I figured you would've found a solution by now. Or at least who's stealing it" I say and he sighs. Then my phone buzzes. I pick it up and it's just Kurtis.
Kurtis: girlllll
Kurtis: I gots my outfit ready for tomorrow
Me: what are you talking
about
Kurtis: for that ball
Kurtis: bitch I'm Gon be the flyest nigga there
Me: nigga I ain't going
Kurtis: but we GOTTA go
Me: you can take my place
Kurtis: now what I look like going there without you?
Kurtis: we just need an outfit to change your mind
Me: it's gonna have to be
the mother of all outfits to
make me go
Kurtis: don't worry about it. Imma find ha
I close my messages a sigh. Hendrix turns to look at me.
"What was that?" He asks.
"Just Kurtis. He said he got an outfit to go to that event you was talking about" I tell him.
"You letting him go?" He asks me and I nod.
"Yeah. He crazy as hell" I say.
"Oh. Wait. Look at this" he says and pulls out a paper from his pocket and I look at it. It has a number on it.
"What you want me to do with this?" I ask him and he shakes his head.
"No no. It's what whoever was stealing left" he says and I now have a confused expression on my face.
"Why would they leave their number?" I ask and he shrugs and gives me the paper.
"I don't know. Call it" he says and I scoff and give him back the paper.
"You crazy as hell. You call it" I tell him and he shakes his head.
"I ain't calling that number" he says so I take it from him, crumple it up and throw it in the trash.
"Problem solved" I say.
"No it's not" he says and I shrug then get up.
"It is to me. We'll figure it out tomorrow" I say then walk out the room.
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I am now sitting in Kurtis's room as I wait for him to come out. He's bought a shit ton of outfits that he wants my opinion on.
"Look" he says and comes out in a white shirt that's cropped along the side almost in a triangle shape with white pants. He also has star shaped sunglasses on and his dreads up in a palm tree.
"You can not wear that" I tell him and he takes the glasses off his face.
"Why? You don't like it?" He asks me and I shake my head.
