𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝

C6

Keyamani Anderson
Barcelona, Spain
10:00 am
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I wake up with a minor headache from all the champagne last night. Nothing an ibuprofen can't handle. I remove myself from Chase's arm slowly as his loud snores continued. He has yet to sleep in his own bed.

I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my skincare. I take pride in my face care routine seeing that I have very sensitive dry skin it requires a ton of maintenance.

After using my triple hyaluronic cleanser, I go in with a rice toner. The toner was my favorite part of my routine, it just feels so good on my skin. I go over my skin with a hyaluronic acid serum and finish off with an oatmeal moisturizer.

A/N: Putting ya'll on game!

I dry my hands and exit the bathroom to see Chase sitting up like a zombie. "Dude is you cool?" I ask, the phrase was my current favorite thing to say and every chance I get I will use it. He sat there still for a moment before shaking his head yes. "Okay, can you move I wanna make my bed" I tell him not really giving him an option.

"I want to take a nap," he says lowly lying back down. I've come to the realization that he is not a morning person whatsoever and would much rather stay up late. "Get up I wanna get my day started," I say hitting him with one of the pillows. He lets out a groan grabbing the pillow and hitting me with it.

"You coulda used that energy to get out my bed boy," I say getting in the bed continuing to hit him with the pillow. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me down so that I was also laying down. "Gimme like an hour," he says with his face still buried in a pillow. "Only an hour bro for real," I say slightly annoyed seeing that the morning would be passed by before I knew it.

Even so I still decide to take a nap, I can't turn down a good nap.

- 12:43 pm -

"Get up nigga," I hear a voice say to me. I lay still not sure if I'm still dreaming or not. "Nigga get up you was tammat me sleeping and shit but look at you," the voice says. I'm not sleeping and I'm going to punch this nigga for talking shit. "I can do that you can't o'l lame as nigga," I say finally opening my eyes to Chase standing above me with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Girl boo," he says walking into my bathroom. "I hate this sassy man apocalypse we're in when is going to end," I sigh following him into the bathroom. I take my bonnet and scarf off revealing my week old lace front that needed a little bit of TLC. "Never," he replied before spitting out the suds in his mouth.

"Goodness gracious imma lose my mind," I say holding my head dramatically. I began to fix my wig starting off with brushing it. "Let me do it," Chase says wiping his mouth. "Do what?" I question 'cause I know he not talking about my hair. "Yo hair," he says touching my hair. I turn to him with a stank face "absolutely not,"

"Why not I'm certified," he says picking up my edge brush. "By who? Whoever certified you needs jail time," I say laughing while he attempts to do my edges. Surprising it wasn't terrible but it wasn't good either.

I take my edge brush back and begin fixing my edges. "You a hater fasho," he says kissing his teeth and walking away. I laugh finishing one side of edges moving on to the other.

I decided I would wear a sun dress since it's burning up outside. I slip on the brown dress with diagonal ruffles and take a few pictures since I'd never worn it before.

I get a text from Geneva saying that today is all about being well-rounded. Meaning I would be doing something outside of my comfort zone.

"Aye what she mean? I'm already well-rounded," Chase boasted. "Boy bye you are not," I say shaking my head. I head to the kitchen area to grab me a water bottle. "You're my biggest hater Mani I swear you are," he says coming behind me also grabbing a water. "That's something I take pride in," I turn around smiling.