Driven by artistic passion and a longing for change, Clovel boldly uprooted his life, moving to California to break free from the stagnant cycle and advance his art career. Motivated by providing for his family, especially after his father's passing...
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Saturday, November 24th
After Thanksgiving with both Tiana and Clovel's families, they felt a bittersweet twinge as they took their parents back to the airport this morning. Tiana's family left a little later than Clovel's mom and sister, allowing them to spend a bit more time together. The day after Thanksgiving had been filled with family time-catching up, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company.
Tiana and her family spent the day shopping and engaging in their usual traditions, while Clovel played tour guide, showing his mom and sister around Los Angeles, taking them to all the must-see spots.
Clovel knew that today, Tiana would be catching up on sleep since she had to return to work on Monday. His family's flight had been early, around 8 a.m., while Tiana didn't need to take her family to the airport until 11 a.m.
Clovel needed some time with his best friends, so Jon and Des came over to his place. The three of them were chilling, passing a blunt back and forth, enjoying the easy company.
"You gotta take off the durag, C," Desmond said, eyeing him with a smirk.
Clovel sighed and took off his durag, running his hands through his thick hair. "You see this? I desperately need a haircut, and Tiana's talking about, 'Nooo, you look so fine like this,'" he said, kissing his teeth in frustration.
Jon burst out laughing. "Wolf face ass," he joked.
Clovel flipped him off, shaking his head. "And she seriously hasn't stopped being all over me since my hair started growing out," he added with a grin.
"That's actually funny as hell," Jon said, still laughing. "I don't even remember the last time I saw your hair grow out this much, or like this. Usually, if it's long, you've got braids by the time I see you." He laughed even harder, shaking his head in disbelief.
Clovel took a long pull from his blunt, exhaling slowly. "Man, I'm just gonna cut everything off. If she gets mad, it'll be fine."
"Aw, don't do her like that," Desmond said, laughing.
"Got me feeling like me with hair and a beard is more attractive than me without it... I'm offended," Clovel joked, shaking his head with a smirk.
Jon couldn't contain his laughter, knowing exactly how Clovel felt. He was well aware of how often Clovel changed his hairstyle, never sticking with one look for too long. The fact that he hadn't changed it simply because his girlfriend loved it was hilarious to him. "Man, the way you're keeping this style just for her is too funny," Jon said, still chuckling.
"I'm about to set up a hair appointment," Clovel said, pulling out his phone. "Either all this hair on my head goes, or the beard does."
"Your beard is decent, bro. Keep the beard, cut the hair. You deadass look like you growl at the moon." Desmond responded.
