Concept {Normila}

5

NORMANI: Its date night, how do you feel? 

CAMILA: is it too honest to say I'm really nervous? 

NORMANI: Don't be nervous, I don't bite! (unless you're into that)

CAMILA: LMAO

CAMILA: Suddenly I'm not nervous anymore

NORMANI: I'm excited to see you Camila 

CAMILA: Can you give me an idea on where we're going now? 

NORMANI: Yes

NORMANI: It's a party :) 

CAMILA: A party?!?

NORMANI: Yes, I took some photos for a new CW show called 'Roswell New Mexico' and their pilot party is tonight so we're gonna see my photos on every wall and watch two episodes of the show, see some of the cast, yadda yadda, red carpet etc

CAMILA: OMG

CAMILA: THAT SOUNDS DOPE

NORMANI: it'll be a fun event, last time I went by myself I was pretty lonely I'm glad to bring a date this time around. 

CAMILA: :) I'm gonna start getting ready 

NORMANI: I can't wait to see you 

I didn't send another message but smiled down at my phone, a party? Is she serious? Now I get what she means by semi formal but casual. I bite my lip and head to the bathroom. 

Before our ravenous make-out session Normani had actually done really great things to my hair, it had more body, volume, and the products she left at my house I started to use and my hair was smelling amazing. I wanted to show Normani that what she taught me hadn't gone out the window but... I still didn't really know what to do with it. I should shave it all off at this point but I know Nikky would find it as an excuse to shave his own head and he had a beautiful head of light brown curls that I adored. 

"Dinah!" I yelled walking out of our bathroom and towards her room, knocking on the door a few times before yells back. 

"Come in! What's up hot stuff?" She asks me smiling. She's sitting on her four poster bed typing away on her computer. Dinah had taken better advantage of us having our own place. When we first moved in she painted her room a dark sultry red and matched it with red satin sheets and a warm brown back splash of color to match her hardwood floors. Dinah was a creative genius and chief, even at The Coffee Shop she created most of our new drinks and breakfast sandwiches, soups, and even sodas. Dinah had become the heart of the place when her parents decided to make her manager of her first store and the over seeing to every store in California. Dinah Jane was top shit. 

"I need your help, can you do me a favor and curl my hair? I'm going to a party tonight and I need to look my best." I tell her, biting my lip. I pretty much knew Dinah wouldn't tell me no but I also knew because she wouldn't tell me no she would ask me a shit ton of questions and make me give her every detail of Normani and I and I didn't even know if there was a story to tell yet. Everything still felt new and exciting and a straight rush of sexual chemistry. Who knew what else was under the surface yet? I didn't. 

"A party?" Dinah says looking up from her laptop a little shocked "You, Camila, are going to a party? My favorite little hermit crab is coming out of her shell?" 

I roll my eyes with her "Ha. ha. shut up, now please can you help me out?" 

Dinah is already getting up from bed and making her way to me, she follows me into the bathroom and plugs in the curling iron. My hair is in it's natural state, thick and frizzy, which is why I usually keep it in the high bun. But today I've been keeping it down the best I can and intentionally running my fingers through it occasionally to keep the tangles out.