Soulest

02

I wake up to the bright ass sun shining directly on my face. I rub my eyes and sit up in the bed, looking at my surroundings. I'm in Shy's guest bedroom. ChiChi's nasal-sounding laugh carries through the open door and immediately annoys the hell out of me. Dammit! I get out the bed and walk into the adjacent bathroom and start preparing myself for the day ahead. I don't even know if I'm going to go out the house today. After hopping in the shower and doing my morning routine, I walk back into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my body. I click the music app on my phone and Hard Work by Justine Skye comes straight on.

"Oooh hell yes!" I shout while swirling my hips to the music. I fucking love this song. "Gonna gonna work you hard. Work you. Gonna work you hard. Work you." I sing along while slipping on a pair of black panties and matching bra. I sit down on the edge of the bed and lather my body with a coat of baby lotion then walk out onto the balcony. I love waking up in Shy's house because it is so beautiful.

He lives uptown, in one of those white and brown houses with wide, tall windows and glass staircase and multiple bedrooms and everything looks like a fucking artist designed it. For a dope boy, Shy has it going for himself. He not only makes moves but also is an aspiring singer and goes on mini-tours and shit like that. I keep trying to tell him to go to music but he still has his hood tendencies.

"Damn girl we can hear you all the way downstairs." I whip around and Shy is standing in the middle of the bedroom with a towel around his waist and his body still glistening from his shower. I slip back into the room but leave the door to the balcony still open.

"Whatever. You work today?" I ask while sitting back down on the edge of the bed and rummaging through my duffel for some clothes.

"Nah not today, tomorrow though for sho'. I'm 'bout to head to the studio real quick, wanna go?"

"Nah but I'm gone need your card though because I ain't got shit!" Shy laughs and snatches the bottle of baby lotion from beside me on the bed. His finger brushes my thigh and I get a little tingly feeling where his touch was. "I'm serious Shy, I need that."

"I got you." He whispers right into my ear. I bite my bottom lip to control myself but I'm used to this. Me and Shy tease eachother all of the time, it's just an unspoken thing between us that we're just both used to. He pulls away a little then plants a sweet kiss on my neck. I push him away while giggling.

"You better stop before yo' mutt come gallopping up the damn steps." He laughs and I watch as he walks out the room, shutting the door behind him. Ooh Lord, sweet Jesus biscuits!

I slip on a simple pair of black leggings with my white fitted crop-top and Shy's blue plaid button down. I put in my pearl earrings and my gold chain bracelet. I put on my white Air Force 1's and apply a little mascara and red lipstick. I dampen my hair and put it into plaits so it will crinkle right. I cut the music off on my phone and go sit on the balcony and watch the expensive cars roll past on the cobblestone street. I love how his street is made. I take a picture of the street with my feet propped up on the balcony's fence and upload it to Twitter and Instagram. In 5 seconds I have 264 likes and 20 comments on Instagram and 400 favorites and 30 retweets on Twitter. Ahh I got clout or nah?! At some time I fell asleep because I wake up to Man of The Year playing.

"Hello?" I say into the phone while sitting up.

"India, I need you to watch Zolecia tonight for me." It's Carlecia, Zo's babymama.

"Ya whatever. I got you around 6." She hangs up with no 'thank you' 'okay' 'kiss my ass' nothing. Rude hoe!

I go into the bathroom and take the plaits out of my hair and fluff my shit. It falls perfectly into curls. I take a picture then scoop up my keys and wallet. I go into the kitchen and see Shy left his black card and a car key on the island with a note.