The Art of Harmonization

11

Life was moving way too fast for me.

It seemed like just yesterday I️ was in Alabama living my best life with Cymone (and occasionally Tavion) and yet here I️ was moving into dorm on the last day of July. I️ had surprisingly a lot of stuff to take back an forth between each end of campus, so I️ was grateful that Samir and my parents (mostly my dad if we're being honest) were here to do the work while my mom and I️ bossed them around. At this point, the four of us had been working since eleven o'clock in the morning, and it was nearing three o'clock now. Most of the bigger stuff was already placed in the apartment, and now all we had to worry about was taking the clothes and the little decorations to the dorm as well.

But of course, mother dearest was hungry and practically demanded that we take a break.

Personally, I️ did not mind her request. She wanted seafood, so at the moment she was seated on the lonesome chair in my old dorm room scrolling through Yelp for good seafood places nearby. Samir was leaned up against the empty wall on his phone, most likely texting his new boo thang that I️ had the pleasure of meeting that one day we went to the club.

What was her name again?

Kandyce? Kenzie? Karen?

I'd probably remember it later, but even if I️ didn't I️ wasn't stressing over it. Ol' girl and I️ would probably not see each other much anyway and if we did, I'd be keeping my distance. Her groupie attitude in the club towards Mike rubbed me the wrong way. I️ didn't think she was good enough for Samir, but I️ think that had more to do with the fact that I️ was biased—Nia was my best friend.

Speaking of Nia...

I looked at the date on my phone. Alisha was still enjoying the hell out of her summer vacation—her family was actually on a cruise ship to the Dominican Republic right now. Claire was volunteering at her mother's hospital over the summer, and Adele was doing her motherly duties. I️ didn't want to be here by myself, so Nia, being the sweetheart she was, decided that she'd come and stay with me for a while before school started. Move-in day wasn't until the third week of August so I️'d have Nia all to myself for two whole weeks. According to what she told me, she would be arrive in DC in the next day or so. Hopefully I️'d have all my things together by then so Nia didn't come into a messy ass apartment.

"Savanna have you found a place yet? My dad spoke as he came out of the bathroom. Despite today being strictly labeled as a 'moving day', my dad was dressed sharply in a pressed button down and some slacks. My mom looked up from her phone and nodded her head. "I just booked us a reservation at Juicy Crab. It's a thirty minute wait which is kind of ridiculous for a Tuesday. If we leave early I️ can stop by the fabric store nearby so we don't need to go after lunch." My mother spoke, standing up and sliding her hands down the front of her dress. My dad shrugged his shoulders, not finding a problem with her offer.

"Alright let's go then." My dad spoke in the direction of both Samir and I️.

"Charles do you need me to put the stuff we gotta take to the apartment in the trunk or leave them here?" Samir questioned, standing up straight. My dad pondered on the question for a bit before shaking his head. "No, that's fine. Knowing my wife, she'll probably be buying a lot of stuff and we need all the space we can get. Make sure you guys lock up and meet us in the car." He spoke, before following my mother who had already left the room. I️ grabbed my keys from the dresser and quickly slipped on my sneakers as a yawn escaped my mouth. Samir looked at me, a look of amusement on his face. "What you tired for? I️ ain't see you do shit." He retorted. I️ sucked my teeth, flipping him off with my freshly manicured fingernail. He laughed loudly as he stepped out of the room, giving me space to close the door and lock it behind me.