🎈🍴|| June 13th, 1990 ||🍴🎈
"Ooh, girl that looks good," I said as I inspected Kaitlyns nails. Somehow, at the age of 16 she was a professional nail painter. Or whatever it's called. She could do pictures and shapes, while I had enough trouble painting my nails with the left hand.
Kaitlyn and I had been friends since the summer transitioning to sixth grade. From there on we were inseparable. But when I started to hang out with Marshall and the rest of the guys, we rarely saw each other. Today was just for us to catch up. Just two girls innocently painting nails and hanging out.
As she twisted on the cap to a bright pink, she pulled her bag full of colors toward her and began to rummage through it. "Want me to do your nails?" she proposed.
"I thought you'd never ask," I jested and laid my hands in front of her.
She laughed. "You want a picture or just a color?"
"Surprise me," I shrugged. "But whatever it is, the colors need to either be orange or pink."
"Okay," she nodded. She took out a brown, green, yellow, orange, and pink.
"What the hell are you gonna do with all that?" I asked, looking over the colors.
"You'll see."
I sighed. "So," I started as she undid all the caps and got some things ready. "What's new with you?"
"I'm going to the cosmetology school in September," she answered with a smile. "At the Career Center."
"Seriously?!" I hopped up and down in my seat excitedly. "Oh my god! That's so perfect for you!"
"I know. And on top of that, I get extra credits for going!" she informed me.
"That's so cool," I stated for her.
"I can't believe you actually dropped out. I knew you hated it, but that's a big deal," she stated.
Kaitlyn and I went to different schools. She attended a school in Dearborn, and I stuck with Lincoln. Unlike Lincoln, her school had the Career Center option. It helped a lot of students get to know what they wanted to be, gave them extra credits, gave them a lot of experience, and many job opportunities. Ever since her and her class went on a tour in 8th grade, she's been ecstatic to go.
"I know, but it's not like I went anyway," I sighed. "So, are you excited?" I asked as she started on my middle finger.
She nodded profusely. "Yes! I can't wait."
"Well when you open your salon, I better get a good discount," I said seriously. For real, I'm her best friend. It's practically a law of best friends to get things like that.
"Don't you worry," she chuckled. "75% off just for Amber Lynn Martinez."
"What?! No, bitch it finna be 100%."
"I still gotta make money," she reminded me.
I slouched in fake disappointment. It got quiet while I watched her work her magic on my nail. She was very concentrated, the tip of her tongue tracing her top lip slowly.
"So..." she spoke after a few minutes while she dipped the orange into the bottle to collect more paint. "Who's the guy that's been keeping me from you?"
"Guys," I corrected. "Marshall, Proof, Swift, Kuniva, Bizzy, and Konartist," I answered.
"What the fuck?" she chortled and glanced up at me for a second. "What's up with the names?"
