S.A.D || a cordae story!

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Ella

"You-- wait what?" I said a little thrown off.

Cordae chuckled over the phone, probably at my nervousness.  "I said, can you do hair? Like braid and twist and stuff?"

"Oh uh, yeah, I can." I said hastily, not thinking through what I said.

"Oh word? That's wassup. Would it be a'ight witchu if I slid through so you can do my hair? It's already washed and everything." he asked, hopeful of my answer.

My heart seemed to beat harder that I could hear it in my ears. Am I really going to invite him into my house?

"Uh, u-um... y-yeah, sure. T-that's okay-- that's cool," struggling to get my words out.

"A'ight, bet. Thank you so much, El. I'll pay you and everything. I'a see you in a few. Text me the addy okay?" he said all at once.

"O-oh. Yeah. Okay." my voice getting more quiet. We both hung up and my hand started shaking with my glass of orange juice.

"What did I just do?" I asked myself.

He's coming over. He's coming over.... here!

My mind went into a state of panic and worry. I put down my orange juice and started to reorganize things around my whole house. The living room, my room, even the basement bathroom.

I then hurriedly sent him my address, my phone nearly falling out of my hands twice, and rushed up to my room and hopped in the shower, scrubbing every inch of my body. 

Everything has to be in order, I thought as I rinsed myself off.  I just hope that he likes me and everything.

I got out the shower and dried myself off, looking at myself in the mirror. I scrunch my face up a little and shook my head, smoothing my hair that was in a top bun and walked out, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear and bra.

"Now for the hard part." I said to myself, opening my closet door.

I stood in the same place staring at the items in my closet, tried to decide on the style of clothes I wear.

I thought back on Cordae and how he looked so good. Maybe I might where some little shorts and crop top or something. My face immediately fell.

Nah, I'm not a hoe and I'm not bold enough for all that. He would probably talk about me and how I looked to Nick and Jay and all them niggas.

After five more minutes and changing my outfit three times, I had chosen my beige colored sweatpants and sleeveless shirt that came in a set, and threw on my beige colored cardigan that ran past my knees. 

Sighing in satisfaction, I spritzed perfume on my skin and my sweater and went to my cabinet in my bathroom and grabbed the necessary supplies to Cordae's hair.

"This is really happening..." I thought out loud. 

I decided it might have been better to do his hair up here, where there's a tub and large mirror handy. 

I groaned realizing that my phone was on the couch downstairs and so way my cereal and juice.

Throwing my legs off of the bed, I went down stairs and got my phone which ended up on the floor from when I tossed it.

Putting it in my pocket, I grabbed my untouched bowl if cereal and juice and began my trek back up the stairs, until I heard the doorbell ring.

Whipping my head around I quickly walked down the stairs, almost missing a step and had a death grip on my bowl and cup.