Nouveau

Chapter 52: Twenty-Six.

Journal entry: 8/4

26.

"Ain't there something I can give you in exchange for everything you've gave to me" -Anita Baker

It's my birthday. And I've foolishly let emotions speak for me. Secrets we both want to find, falling in love through writing and music.

Is it fair that one man could make me feel wanted. Special. Important.

Three words one can't grasp the feel of until they're in it. The givers are in love, but displacements have created hypothetical distance.

We'll find each other.
Keep searching...

God, Help us love.
We deserve it...

Signed, Baby girl

Laive

'If I hit one time, I'm a pipe her, If I hit two times then I like her...'

Their table was to the right side of the stage just before Tremaine was set to go on. Laive had actually turned off her phone. She was too scared to see his response to her text. She didn't know what happened, and why she felt so confident in saying it. L wished she just could unsend it like a DM on instagram.

"Slow down Laive..."

She was on her sixth shot of Jose Cuervo and didn't even feel anything.

What the fuck?

"I'm good Veah. I'm not even a little tipsy."

'Hunnit bands from the safe. In ya face, What'd you say? Money dance turn this shit into a night club...'

Why wasn't her throat burning? Was tequila supposed to make it do that? Shit. She couldn't remember, but nothing was happening. Laive felt as sober as a nun in a catholic church. It didn't make sense. She literally had been tossing back shots for about 30 minutes.

She gulped back shot number 7.

How was she going to get out of texting I love you?

"Lai...come on. Stop."

"Why y'all don't want me to have a good time?"

Laive reached for another shot on their booth table and Saniye moved it out of her reach.

"Come on Lai! You know this your part."

'I need tongue. I need face. Give me brain, Concentrate.'

Laive was dressed in an all gold chainmail dress that had a deep cowl drape that stopped an inch above her navel. The mini dress barely brushed the top of her thighs, and the side splits started at her hip bone. The chainmail material seductively outlined the curves and hips from her thighs and ass while the hem sat about two inches underneath her behind. Pairing her sexy dress with gold Giuseppe Coline Wing heels and her signature bone straight hair with a middle part, she yelled over the music to Javeah, "Come on here!"

Saniye was dressed in a white pant two piece set. Her off the shoulder crop top had sheer long sleeves with tulip cut pants that had a split up the middle to separate the sheer fabric that wisped behind her when she walked. Her open toe chunky heel platform matched the contrast of her black clutch. Javeah wore an olive bodycon bandage dress with matching olive and gold Nelly Bernal strappy heels.

They were having such a good time. Twerking, durty whining, and there was a huge crowd of people with their phones pointed towards their table. 2 chains Used 2 song started playing and Saniye, Laive, and Javeah lost it.