7:34pm
aaliyah's pov
I just walked through my dorm door where my roommate Layla was on the couch watching Buffalo "66.
"hey you bitch! where have you been i've missed you." I said to Layla as I tackled her in a hug.
She chuckled while wrapping her arms around me.
" I'm sorry lili , I've been hanging out with devonte a lot since we've haven't seen each other in a while cause our work has been getting in the way."
Devonte was Layla's boyfriend who she loves very much even though we all know he's bad news. He is a man whore. One time he even tried to get with me while he just asked Layla to be his girlfriend. Me and Kidada always try to tell her that he's no good but she's blinded by him.
She ended up even getting his name tattooed over her heart that I know she's going to regret one day.
I walked to the kitchen looking for something to cook for dinner for my and lay.
" hey liyah!" Lay called me.
"Yeah?"
" somebody texted you?"
I went to go get my phone seeing a number I didn't know.
xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey.
liyah: who is this?
xxx-xxx-xxxx: it's ethan.
liyah: so look who finally decided to text me?
I decided to put his contact name as "white boy" quickly before he texts me back.
white boy: yeah , i had to take care of some things but don't think i forgot about you.
liyah: I know you didn't forget about me. Who could?
white boy: nobody.
liyah: why do you say that?
white boy: simply because you are unforgettable.
liyah: that was cheesy but cute.
white boy: of course it was. so i was thinking , when are you free for a long period of time?
liyah: im free all next week, this Friday including the weekend.
white boy: no classes?
liyah: nope.
white boy: perfect. this Friday. me and you will go exploring for our first date. we can go anywhere in the world you want to go.
liyah: really?
white boy: yeah. well unless you don't want to.
liyah: of course i do!
white boy: yay! ill see you Friday then.
liyah: yes. yes you will.
white boy: bye aaliyah.❤️
liyah: bye white boy.❤️
white boy: ugh.
" what are you all happy for? You've been over there smiling so hard at your phone." Layla asks me as I lock my phone and put it on the couch.
"No reason" I respond while getting up and walking to my room.
"Where are you going? We have to talk about this? Is it a boy? Who is he? Do I know him?" Layla continues to ask me questions until I cut her off by shutting my door and locking it.
"THIS ISN'T OVER!" Layla screams on the other side of my door and walks away.
I laugh at her and pull out my suitcase to start packing for the trip/date.
I can't wait to see how this goes.
