You Go Down Smooth

On My Mind

10:33pm - Normani: how many bags should a week away at a beach house require?

10:33pm - Normani: i need u to settle the argument. i have 1 big bag and 1 small one. Dinah literally has like 5.

10:34pm - Normani: isnt that a bit much for mostly bathing suits?

"How did Chris even find out about this place, D?"

"He didn't. Gina did. Some college friend of hers is having a giant birthday/moving celebration before she leaves to go overseas. Chris and Gina were going anyway, but for some reason,BigJauregui thought we all needed to go have a family vacay."

"Who's rooming where? lo's already called dibs on whatever house Chris will NOT be in."

"He's driving her crazy, Normani. He takes advantage of the whole 'older brother needs a key to your apartment for safety purposes' thing. Even Gina has told him to cut the shit out. I think that's part of why he wanted us all to go. He knows Lo is a sucker for the beach. He's trying to make up for being an asshole. But whatever, I'm staying with them because Gina makes some bomb-ass pancakes in the morning sooo...yeah there's that. Jas will probably bunk with us too. You know Camila still makes her nervous."

"Alright, cool, so I'll be boarding at the LoveShack. I'll invest in some earplugs before we go."

She laughs to herself, looking up after she doesn't hear a response from Dinah.

"How are things with Y/n?"

Oh, boy. Here we go.

"They're great. Why?"

"Normani, you know what I mean."

"Yes, and things are....progressing nicely. I'm learning things about her. Little by little putting together the Y/n Puzzle."

"And how's the picture looking? Speaking of pictures.....making any headway there?"

"It's still kinda.....splotchy I guess....in artsy terms, but I like what I've seen so far. And.....no. I haven't asked and...neither has she. Aside from the other night.."

"She asked you for a picture and you declined?"

Well...no, not really, I mean...

"No....it was more like she said she wanted to see me."

"Same shit, Normani."

"Not really, D. We were.........kinda-maybe-trying to have phone-sex....it ended before it even really started. But she told me she wanted to see me. Just like that. Quote, I want to see you Normani, Unquote. In her deep breathy, husky thing she does with her voice and why the fuck isn't she texting me back?"

Don't be needy, Normani.

"Call her. And while you're at it. Demand a picture. I'm so over your need to torture yourself, right now."

"Dinah, I don't make demands on her."

"Maybe you should. Maybe she'd like that shit. I make demands and I gets the bitches."

"Shut up. I just.....I don't know why she hasn't....made a move yet. Ask me for a picture or tell me that she likes me....not just likes flirting with me. I don't know, D. But I can't help wanting to know more about her - like her whole story. I feel like....as close as I'm getting....there's still things I don't know. And it's not that she hides them...I think....I think she just feels more comfortable responding to questions, sometimes."