As soon as I got home, I dropped the receipt that Adrian suggested I keep that had his number in the trash. The last thing I need is another boy problem—I just wanted to change into my sweats and make a facial. Also, binge watch all my shows.
I'm not even sure why I let Keith get under my skin the way that he did. Then, the fact that he had the audacity to call and want to talk after the many failed attempts I made, I'm not feeling him right now.
My phone starts to light up and I see that Luke is calling me.
There's a slight hesitation to pick up the phone and talk to him since he's friends with Keith but we were friends way before they were and I doubt he even knows what's going on.
"Hey Lukey, what's up?" I gave him that nickname when we first met at the food bank we were both volunteering at, it's stuck since and that was close to five years ago.
He chuckles then clears his throat, "Hey ugly, I wanted to ask you for a favor?"
"Go ahead, spit it out."
"Right so, my song Options from my Luke James album has been getting more attention now and I was wondering if...you'd want to collab on a remix of the song? I know that you said the song resonated with you in more than one way and I would love to have your perspective on the track."
When I first heard Options, I cried like a baby for what felt like forever. The song made me think of what I tried to bury. I still get a knot in my stomach when I have flashbacks. Luke is still talking, probably trying to convince me to agree to the remix.
"Luke...I'm in. You can stop talking now." He catches his breath and chuckles to himself.
"Yes! You won't regret it, if you want you can bring the girls like for support. If you want, or just keep it personal. Well, somewhat personal because....Keith wants to come." He mumbles the last part but I still heard him clearly.
"I'm sorry, he wants to come for what? He can't sing." My cheeks are feeling heated and I realize this happens anytime when Keith is mentioned. It's true though, why would Keith want to come while we record this song?
"Jasmeaaannn, mama work with me, please? He wants to see us make magic, but if you don't want him there then I'll tell him not to come." I know when he's trying to make me agree to something. If Luke can't give me puppy dog eyes in person then he'll verbally do it.
I sigh and look up at the ceiling then to the window, making a mental note to get new curtains. My mind wanders, y'all then I decide on what to tell him, "No he can come, I can tell you want him there. But I'm not dealing with his ol' Drake ass attitude. I'm coming to record, buss it up with you then I'm out. Understood?"
"Thank you! You know, I know I say that you ain't shit a lot but in this moment; I don't mean it."
We laugh and then hang up, saying our goodnights and I put do not disturb on.
Running my hand down my face, I look into the side mirror placed against my living room wall, I look drained. I wish I could tell Keith that he's draining me for a change, the same way I was draining him. A light snicker escapes my lips then I get up and grab my facial essentials. (Real life, bentonite clay mixed with some turmeric and a mix of ACV/water has my skin feeling lovely, then using aloe vera gel with rosehip oil as a moisturizer, major key but it differs for diff skin types..)
After I've washed the mask off of my face, I go onto snapchat and look at the filters of the day. My go to filter is the one that just makes my face pop and I'm sure every other girl has in their top five.
I post a quick picture to my story since I've been so inactive on my social medias lately then put my phone on the bedside table to finish moisturizing my body.
Finally I can get settled into bed and brainstorm some lyric ideas for me to use tomorrow, Jo-Lynn would be so helpful in this situation...I might need to bring her with me tomorrow morning for backup.
My phone buzzes even though it's on do not disturb, my favorites should know that by 11PM I'm in bed, they gonna catch this fade. That's the only thing I'm thinking while I unlock my phone, there's at least two dozen snapchat notifications but only one name sticks out Keith is typing... Keith screenshotted your snap! Then my blue box next to his name is lit up, I wish I paid attention when Liandra was telling me how to read what someone sent you on snap without opening it completely because I need that.
Painstakingly, I tap the message and as soon as I read what he types I feel those butterflies waking up after so long. Damn, I miss seeing that beautiful smile, please call me.
Leaving it on read at least for the night is what I'm debating on until my eyelids start to feel heavy and I give into the sleep.
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I'm working on Pt 2, but like always thanks for reading & feedback is appreciated
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Been About You
Fanfiction"So, you still about me?" "I've always been about you, dummy."
