Milk and Honey (GirlxGirl)(Lesbian Story)

Chapter One

LEILANI

Moving wasn't an easy task, taking boxes up and down stairs, unpacking boxes, trying to figure out the right place for everything to go and getting accustomed to the sound of your fifty-year old neighbors have sex every night at 9 PM was quite exhausting. But with the help of friends, it made things ten times better and interesting. My best friends had been helping me for a solid three days to get my apartment together and finally we were just about finished. We only had one finishing touch left and Sasha was holding onto it as if it was a national treasure.

"Shall we," she asked looking from me to my other two friends: China and Kali. The moment was severely dramatic but only because we had been through hell and back the past few days. It was constant work making sure everything was perfect for my first studio apartment. I was coming from living with a weirdo named Tim, who I caught masturbating to me while I slept, to my own studio apartment in Downtown Los Angeles. It was a humongous step that took months of saving up money, hoping and praying.

The only thing I was going to miss about my Compton apartment was the fact that Tim paid majority of the rent, but now I was going to be all on my own. Rent was coming fully out of my pocket and there was going to be no one to help me. It was going to be tough but with success came responsibilities. I was okay with that.

My new apartment wasn't perfect either. It wasn't like it was a top scale apartment complex. Yes, the price was steep because of the location but the apartment itself still needed a little tender love and care. There were a few holes in the walls but they were easily covered up with portraits. The paint was chipped at some places but my friends and I fixed that ourselves. The apartment had come together nicely within four days and man, did I deserve it. I had been through so much sh-t the past few years and now I finally felt somewhat happy.

I took a deep breath and gave a few seconds for the moment to set in. Staring at the Rihanna portrait that Sasha held in her hands delicately, I nodded my head. "Put the queen up," I told her peacefully. Sasha gave me a nod before carefully hanging the portrait on the wall. It hung perfectly right over the white, plush sofa that my lovely brother let me have for my apartment. The portrait was of Rihanna lighting a blunt on the beach, body glistening in the sun, melanin popping, body snatching and she was unbothered as hell. That's exactly how I hoped to be in at least two years' time. A true inspiration.

Putting my hands on my hips, I stepped back and took a look around the whole spacious, modern apartment. All of it was mine and it was decorated to my own taste. No one could tell me no or what to put up. Portraits of my own inspirations such as Rihanna, Beyoncé, Naomi Campbell, Viola Davis, Angelina Jolie and even yes, Tiffany "New York" Pollard spread across the white and gray painted walls. The five women always represented success, grace, confidence and carefree self-love and I digged it. I needed those type of positive vibes in my life. I wanted to be just as secure as them not only financially, but emotionally and psychologically.

For now, I was interning at a modeling agency working on my spot to be employed as a model by the infamous Angela Daniels. I made ends meet by promoting flat tummy tea to my Instagram followers and doing very small modeling gigs for new clothing brands. I knew one day I would come up and be that successful, household name model, but for now, I had to earn my stripes. Angela saw potential in me but she wanted me to start from the ground up. She wanted to keep me humble and though sometimes she could be a b-tch, I appreciated her dearly.

I stood there in awe as I heard the sound of a camera shuttering. Kali was walking around and taking pictures on her phone, saying that she was going to post them to Instagram since she was so proud of me. China was quick to stop her. She took Kali's phone from her and closed the Instagram app. "Fool, don't post that sh-t. Somebody's going to run up and snatch all her sh-t," Chy scolded.