Sensibilities | Deetranada AU

reciprocate

Two Weeks Later

(Dee POV)

Dee readjusts her top, sitting in front of her mirror. She fluffs out her afro, checking for wiry pieces. Myra's voice echoes off of her mirror. 'Is it a theme or somethin'?' she asks. Dee shakes her head, 'Nah but you can't look better than me so don't be tryna show out.'

Myra laughs, finishing her makeup. 'I wanna go but my mama acting funny.' 'Pleaseeeeee,' Dee whines. 'Ki already said she not comin' and I want at least one of y'all there.' 'You ain't even bother coming' to mine,' Myra says, attitude laced within her words.

'How I'm supposed to go when you didn't even bother tellin' me? And you know we had just got here, I wasn't gonna be able to come back that fast,' Dee quickly retorts. She rolls her eyes, her friends pettiness starting to wear her patience thin. 'Whatever,' Myra starts. 'Like I said, I'm trying. She don't want me comin' twice though so it's birthday or summer.'

'Birthday! Birthday! Birthday!' Dee chants, finishing up her eyeliner. Myra sighs, picking up her phone. 'How many times I gotta tell you I'm tryin' Diamond, damn.' Dee pouts, grabbing her phone and starting out of her room. 'Okay,' she whines. 'Girl, you betta cut that shit out before I don't come at all!' Dee laughs, grabbing her bag off of the kitchen table.

She goes outside, sitting on the porch as she waits for Nova to arrive. She and Myra make small talk when she hears his bass approaching. She stands, starting to say goodbye. 'He here so I'mma call you back later. Probably after school, oh wait, I can't. I'll just text...' Her words drop off as Nova gets out of the car. 

'Oh. My God,' she says, her jaw dropped. He chuckles, leaning against the car. 'What you lookin' crazy for?' Myra asks. 'Bitch, he dyed the tips,' she replies, still standing in place. 'Come on babygirl, don't got all day,' he says over Myra's questions. 'I'll call you back,' she murmurs, hanging up the call.

She walks to him, a smile on her face the whole way. He look so damn fine. How the hell some color got him--oh my god. She stands directly in front of him, still shocked. 'You like it?' he asks. Hell the fuck yes. 'Yeah,' she says. 'It looks good. Real good.' She stares, still unable to take in his new look.

'You look so different, it's crazy,' she says, giving him a hug. 'Shit, I know. Lookin' like the realest papi out here,' he responds. She sucks her teeth, pushing herself off of him. 'Nah, you still ugly. Fuck that,' she says. He laughs, giving her a quick kiss and opening her door.

As they drive to school, Dee can't help but stare at him. How the hell--I'm really 'bout to pull with this nigga on my arm? What?! She giggles to herself, pulling out her phone. She raises it, readjusting her braids and finding the perfect angle. He notices and prepares, sticking out his tongue and running a hand down his body as she looks at him from the side, her eyes unintentionally lustful. She double checks that his new color can be seen and posts the Boomerang with the caption: He feeling himself, I am too.

She tags him and posts it, likes and comments rolling in quickly. A message from Myra pulls her from their compliments.

MyMy 🌺: BITCH. The blonde?! 😩😩😩 He can GET IT

Deetra: Watch yaself lor nigga, we not doin' this

MyMy 🌺: I'm just sayin, he look so damn good
MyMy 🌺: Hmph, how you pullin finer niggas than me now???