ZY'MORA KEORI STEPHENS ( MORA )
23 years old
Dallas , Texas
🎶 "Secrets I have held in my heart
Are harder to hide than I thought
Maybe I just wanna be yours
I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours"🎶
I Wanna Be Yours-Artic Monkeys, played on the speakers as Mora finished up on,Dejah's small knotless braids.
Since Dejah wanted her braids so small, she had been working on her hair damn near all morning. She was tired and worn out.
"Make sure you pay me too bitch." Mora said while dipping her ends in the hot boiling water. "I feel like you lowkey tryna' call me broke." Dejah mugged holding her head back.
"Wellll...." Mora trailed off before bursting into laughter. She tried not to laugh too hard since she had the hot water in her hand. "Terrible service. Ima' make sure I tell instagram about this." Dejah shook her head in disappointment.
"Alright you finished. Stand up so I can get a video." Mora set the pot of hot boiling water on the table beside her.
She grabbed her phone, unlocking it, and going to Snapchat. "Ok turn slowly." She instructed recording Dejah. Dejah complied spinning around slowly.
"Alright. Shake it." Dejah put her hands on her knees and,started twerking making her stop the recording. "Cut the motherfuckin' cameras." Mora smacked her teeth.Dejah stopped twerking,bursting into laughter.
"I meant shake the hair! not yo' fonky ass." Mora fussed.Dejah stopped laughing instantly,mugging her. "Ok bitch yeen' have to say all that."
Mora stifled her laughs seeing the look on Dejah's face, unlocking her phone again. "Ok come on." She held the phone up again,recording.
Dejah shook her hair,swinging it around a little. "Yasss." Mora nodded her head in satisfaction, stopping the recording.
While Mora was looking at her phone,Dejah grabbed her belongings trying to sneak off quietly, without paying. She paused for a second before running out of the room scaring Mora.
"Bitch what you running for-unt unt give me my motherfuckin' money!" Mora laughed running out of the room,chasing behind her.Dejah cackled as she flew down the stairs trying not to trip.
By the time Mora reached the last step, Dejah was already in her car. "I forgot this bitch used to run track!" Mora ran out the front door.
She looked and saw Dejah in her car,cracking up from laughter struggling to put her key in the ignition.
She jogged over to the drivers side before knocking on the window. "Ima' pay you when my check come, times is hard right now!" Dejah spoke from inside the car.
"If you can buy stuff for that nigga' , you can pay me hoe!" Mora shot back,Dejah flicked her off.
Dejah started her engine & put the car in reverse , before backing out the driveway leaving Mora there. "That bitch don't gotta' worry bout' me doing her hair nomo." Mora mumbled to herself watching her back out.
"Love you sis! Ima' pay you, I promise!" Dejah shouted out the window before pulling off down the street. Mora couldn't do anything but smile.
She walked back inside the house, making sure to lock the door behind herself. As she was locking up the door,she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to call Mariah and check in on her.
Her and Dejah tried calling Mariah earlier to see if she wanted to come over but she wasn't answering. It made Mora a little worried but Dejah just assumed she was still asleep or something.
