Finding Jareem (Urban Story)

Gone

“Are you okay?” After those words were said it echoed a million times in my head. Was I okay? No. A bunch of not okay things appeared in my head.

 

Are you okay? No

 

Are you okay? No

 

Are you okay? NO

 

come on you practiced this. Say it. Say yes.

 

“Yes. I just didn’t get enough sleep last night.” I replied as I finally turned my gaze to my good friend. I think I had zoned out, I focused my gaze on her and almost forgot to smile. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, so I looked in between her eyes.

 

“You sure girl? You do look tired, but you’re eyes look more blank than usual.” She explained in her usual loud voice.

 

“Yeah I’m sure!” I looked around and spotted a tight sleeveless, but low cut purple dress hanging on one of the many racks and grabbed it, holding it up to Tasha.

 

“Look at this dress! I think it’ll look good on you, and it’s your favorite color!” It really was cute, if it was black or white, I’d definitely buy it for myself, because purple was not my color, I didn’t think it complemented me.

 

“You’re right! Ima go try it on, you sure you don’t want it?” She got up quickly and then paused, waiting for a reply.

 

“Nah, you know purple is not my color, I think it would look good on your skin color.” I said, and it was true, Tasha had caramel colored skin and purple definitely fit her. I had more of a honey brown skin color and I liked more basic colors anyways.

 

She nodded and hurried to one of the dressing rooms. While she was getting dressed while babbling on about some random boy that was trying to hook up with her I looked out of the big window, out into the bright sunlight.

 

It was a pretty day today, I had woken up with the bright sunlight gleaming on my face, and I knew I just wanted to stay in bed. But then Tasha called me and wanted to go shopping with me. We went to one of those malls that were one story and were connected and you had to walk around in the hot sun from shop to shop. And it was hot today.

 

“Milani! Come over here and tell me how I look in this!!” Tasha yelled, breaking me out of my thoughts. I got up from the little couch set in this store and walked towards the changing room. Their wasn’t that much people here so all of the changing stalls were empty and Tasha was standing, facing the mirror. The dress fit her perfectly. It hugged her curves and it almost made me jealous. It ended a little bit above her knees and it showed off her big ass and it was backless.

 

“Girl, you look sexy in this!” I exclaimed and her face lit up. Tasha had confidence, but she’d always ask me if she was too fat or if her nose was too big, and I’d always have to reassure her that she looked good.