Dave the type of guy who would give his last to a stranger because he never wanna see a soul struggle that's what Tia loved about him the most he is husband material and if you was to ask Dave Tia was wife material
They have been best friends for...
Dave had just left to handle some business, so I was finishing getting ready for the club when Brandy's name flashed across my screen. I answered the FaceTime with a smile.
This girl had been my best friend since pre-school—ride or die ever since.
"Hey, best friend," she said, rolling her eyes dramatically.
"Hey, what you doing?"
"Just got finished arguing with Don's stupid ass."
"About what?"
"So I guess East asked him to go to the studio with him tonight, and we were supposed to go out together. This man really told me we need to reschedule. Like, nigga what?"
"Bitch, no he didn't! Why the fuck would y'all reschedule when that plan was already set? Dave went last minute!"
"Exactly!" she snapped. "That's okay though—pussy off limits. He a clown."
I chuckled. "Speaking of Dave... I guess we finally about to see what's up."
"About fucking time. What about lame boy Sean?"
"He told me to come to the club, but when we leave? I'm telling him we can't do this anymore."
"Right, 'cause Dave is too good of a man. But I'ma come to the club with you though—I'm about to pull up. Got some more tea, too."
"Heard ju, my cup ready."
I walked over and unlocked my door—something Dave would've had a whole fit about if he'd seen me doing it, but he wasn't here to be all in my business.
While I waited on Brandy, another FaceTime popped up on my screen.
It was my little sister.
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"Hey, Kim."
"I need to tell you something."
My heart dropped a little. "What's wrong?"
"I'm pregnant."
I dropped my damn makeup brush.
"Kimberly... you're pregnant?"
"Look, I didn't mean for this to happen," she said quickly, "but I'm gonna take care of my baby."
I took a breath, trying to calm my initial shock. "It's not like you a kid—you're 22. I'm positive you got this. And I'm always gonna be here for you."
Her face softened with relief. "Thank you. I love you."
"I love you more."
She ended the call, and I sat there for a second, processing. Brandy was already in the room, blending out her foundation like she lived here.
