dont trust bitches. [setdatrend]

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼

The next morning, you woke up to sunlight filtering through your curtains, the warmth of the rays coaxing you from sleep. As you reached up to take off your bonnet, the memories of last night—the party, the boy, that kiss—flooded your mind. Your heart fluttered at the thought of Jeremiah, a grin spreading across your face despite the haziness of your sleep.

You stretched out and glanced at the time—10:30 AM. "Shit!" you muttered, jumping out of bed. You had plans to meet Xavier for brunch, and you were running late.

After a quick shower, you started your morning routine, tuning in to your favorite playlist featuring PartyNextDoor. As the smooth beats filled your bathroom, you couldn't help but put on a mini-concert for yourself. You belted out lyrics, feeling every note as you danced around the bathroom, letting the hot water wash over you.

Once you were done, you stepped out and towel-dried your body before applying your moisturizer. Standing in front of the mirror, you took a moment to admire your leave-out sew-in, the curls framing your face beautifully. You carefully unraveled your hair, smoothing out the roots, before grabbing your curling wand to give your hair those perfect bouncy curls. You loved how the curls bounced back as you curled each section, your confidence soaring with every twirl.

Finally, with a final look in the mirror, you grabbed your phone and made your way to the kitchen. The smell of pancakes filled the air, and you found Xavier standing over the stove, flipping them like a pro.

"Look at you, Chef Xay!" you teased, plopping down at the kitchen island.

He turned, a smirk on his face. "I'm multi-talented, sis. Now hurry up and eat so we can hit the block."

You dug into the fluffy pancakes, the sweet syrup coating your tongue as you relished the moment. "So, what's the plan today?" you asked between bites.

"Just catching up with some homies. Probably head to the park later. You know how it goes," he replied, glancing at you. "You alright? You seem kinda...happy."

You laughed, brushing it off. "Just had a good night, that's all."

"Good night? With who? That nigga you met last night?" he raised an eyebrow, clearly interested.

"Chill, Xavi. We just chilled. Nothing serious." You tried to play it cool, but a warmth spread across your cheeks.

"Yeah, right. I saw the way you were smiling when you came in. Just make sure you don't fall too hard too fast, alright?" His voice turned serious for a moment, and you nodded, appreciating the brotherly concern.

After brunch, you both decided to head out. The streets of the Bronx buzzed with energy, music blaring from nearby speakers as people mingled and laughed. The summer heat wrapped around you like a thick blanket, but you loved it—this was your home.