A Quiet Place

16.

Kha'Mazi Noelle Carter
The Next Day

I look at my locs in the mirror, I #NeedThat Retwists ASAP. I sit at my desk and pull my phone out..

Maz: Hey pretty

Blake: Heyy mama, wassup

Maz: Can you do my retwist today? Lookin rough as hell rn

Blake: LMAOAO
Blake: Ofc, I got you. Come over

I heart her message and put some clothes on. I put on grey sweatpants and a wife beater with my Yeezy slides.

I knock on Grace's door, preparing myself for whatever since she has yet hear me talk.

"Come in."

I open the door, "Hey, I'm goin ova to Blake's house for a retwist."

Her head snaps up from her computer, "Okay... You're talking now, is that something you actually wanna do?"

I nod, "Yea, I feel like me speakin helps me voice out certain things that I can't voice out while doing ASL or typing. And if I ever don't feel like talking I jus won't." I shrug.

Grace hums, "Okay then."

With that I leave the house and make my way to the gas station to get snacks for Blake. I grab her Takis, Trollis, and blue Powerade then make my way to her house.

When I make it to her house I grab her snacks and my book bag with my essentials in it. I go up to her door and knock on it.

When the door opens I'm met with Jordan.

"Hey Kha'Mazi." She said, letting me in.

"Wassam, wea Blake?" I asked.

She points to the living room before going back in the kitchen. I make my way to the living room.

"Hey pretty." I said to Blake, making her look over at me.

"Hi mama." She hugs me-making me stiffen a little then relax- before looking at the bag, "What's in there?"

"Hm." I pass her the bag.

She pecks my lips after seeing there's snacks in it, "Thank you. Go sit on that pillow."

I put my bag down and look for the pillow. I don't see a chair so I look on the floor. Boom, there goes the pillow.. on the floor. I guess I'm sitting between her legs.

I feel my dick twitch at the flashbacks from me being in between her legs last night. I sit on the pillow and scroll on instagram.

I hear Blake come back into the living room before sitting on the couch behind me.

"Just a retwist or you want a style?" She asked,
playing in my dreads.

"Jus' a retwist." I answered.

She hums and start parting, "Who you tryna get sexy for?"

I shrug, "Me, you, and myself. Gotta look good for the stuff I got planned for yo birthday."

"What you doin on my birthday?" She asked.