LOVE SHOT

C. 1

So, I just go the first chapter down and I had a hard time figuring out how I'm going to start the story. I hope you do like the first chapter, it's introducing Maryse about a couple of months before going to Korea.

The picture is what I imagine Maryse looking like and the song is 'Barbie Tingz' by queen Nicki Minaj

Hope you enjoy, please vote and comment!! 

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Blasting Nicki Minaj through my speakers, rapping along with 'Barbie Tingz' and dancing in the shower, not giving two shits. I shut off the hot water, drenching my caramel in sesame oil to keep skin glowing and smooth even in the California winter weather and cover my body in my fuzzy bathrobe. Grabbing my phone and Bluetooth speakers into my white aesthetic room; dark hardwood with a matching bed frame, white silk sheets and a fur throw at the edge with a white vanity set and bench, dark sliding doors to my walk-in closet and to top it off, a crystal chandelier hanging from the vaulted ceiling to highlight everything in the room.

Squirting some almond oil into my hands and fingering it through my hair, I plug my hair dryer and blast out all the water clinging to my thick, black hair. Another pump of oil and I preheat my flat iron and prime my face for a thick layer of foundation that was a shade lighter than the rest of my body. Finishing off my base with concealer, contour, and powder, I start frying my curls to become as straight as possible. Finishing off my under layers, my phone buzzes twice and shows a text from Dani, my girlfriend since kindergarten.

d girl

hey, you still coming over 4 the party?!

me

yes, trying to straighten my hair rn

d girl

girl, I love ur curls tho :(

me

yea, I don't

d girl

bitch, I'd fucking kill for hair like u have. also, my pops gave me the fancy ass champagne! get ready to get fucked up!!

me

sweet! be there in 30 min

d girl

c u soon

Repeating the process of brushing out the tangles, sectioning my hair off, going through with the iron four to five times to get it straight to me that half an hour. Whoops, sorry not sorry, Dani. Pumping some more oil into my hair to keep it looking luxurious, I start the process of my eyebrows, because I can't leave the house without some damn eyebrows or I look like a little boy. Someone knocks at my door, making me jump and nearly fucking up my eyebrows.

"Who is it?" No response and the door opens, in the doorway was my mother in her black long sleeved shirt and matching pants. Her black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, it was pulling her skin back to give herself a facelift.

"And where are you going, young lady?" My mother questioned me.

Great, she's in bitch mode, I thought, before turning back to her and said, "Going to a party because I want and don't give two shits about what you thinking right now." Turning back to fill in my eyebrows, my mother huffs and asked,