Do Better

One

Jhene

Waking up at noon wasn't the greatest feeling. I had a terrible headache and I felt 20 pounds heavier. Fuck hangovers.

Walking over to the refrigerator, I grabbed a jug of orange juice, then poured it into a glass. As I sipped it down, I glanced down at my phone screen, noticing the date. December 31, 2013. I'd completely lost track of the date the last couple days, not even realizing it was almost New Year's Eve. My only plans were to fly out to NYC with my sister, Kareena.

I sighed, placing the glass in the sink. Getting dressed up was the last thing that I felt like doing today. It felt like a big-t-shirt-and-netflix day. Truly, on a daily basis I hated getting dolled up.

Wake up wake up

Gotta get this paper, get this cake up

Gotta do my hair gotta put on makeup

Gotta act like I care about this fake stuff, straight up

What a waste of my day

I walked into my room and my heart immediately sank. It was so empty here...so lonely. Once again, I let the sorrow take over. Without a second thought, I went downstairs into the studio that I usually write in and pulled out a hookah pen. I sucked in on it, tasting the flavor. Closing my eyes, I tried my best to relax and allow the sad state of mind that I was feeling, disappear.. After a couple of seconds, I breathed out, letting the smoke fade away. I took a few more puffs of it, feeling a million times better.

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I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my head and another around my body. After drying off, I decided to wear a short black dress that was laced at the top and around the waist, then had solid black on all of the other spots, with the sleeves just barely covering my shoulders. I applied a smokey look on my eyes, light foundation, and mascara. Once I straightened my dark hair, I was finished.

-

Around 9 PM, Kareena and I arrived in NYC. The streets were jam packed by people and stages. The city looked so beautiful at night. I remembered being on this exact street during the New York show for WYLAT. Damn it, Jhene. Get it out of your head.

"Jhene? I didn't know you were coming out here." I turned around to see Ryan and my eyes immediately brightened.

"Ryan!" I ran over to give him a huge hug.

"This is Shay, my girlfriend. Shay, this is Jhene." Ryan said quickly, clearly letting his girl know I was just a friend. I couldn't help but laugh at how hopeless he was.

"It's nice to meet you." I smiled sweetly.

"You too." She reached over to give me a hug, and I hugged her back.

"Did you two come up here alone?" I couldn't help but ask. I had hoped they came up with the whole crew.

"Nah, they're all at that club right now." He pointed to the direction of a nightclub.

I inwardly smiled like a little kid. "It was nice seeing you guys!" I smiled sweetly at both of them and made my way to the club Ryan had previously pointed to, with Kareena's arm interlocked with mine.

Once we had gotten inside, Kareena went her own way while I searched the crowd of hyped people.

I felt a pair of hands come behind me and cover my eyes. Wriggling out of them, I turned to see Aubrey slightly laughing.

"Hey!" I playfully shoved his arm, feeling his muscles underneath his crew neck.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, yelling over the music.