Kiaria climbed into the passenger seat next to Hazel and closed the door. Her black, slim eyebrows slightly creased when she didn't drive off. "What happened?" The chocolate skinned stud asked. "It's better to tell you when there's more than one live person in the car."
"Hey," Hazel said, facing her best friend and raising a finger," I—" Kiaria raised both eyebrows and a small smirk was forming on her face. Sighing in defeat, Hazel sat back in her seat and pulled out of the gas station.
"Fair enough,"
Kiara laughed and began," I heard you playing Do You Think Of Me while driving here, why'd you stop the music?"
"Cause it was loud." Hazel plainly answered, still keeping her eyes on the road. "Please, how loud can it be?"
"Club loud." The golden eyed girl added, turning it down before pressing play. Now That I Know started to play, they both bopped their heads and sung to the sung as they drove to the small recording studio of Nuyorican Productions. Mia sat on a curb near the glass doors, most likely listening to a Janet Jackson song through her black Beats headphones. She wore something sexy for a makeup artist. A black crop top, ripped Demin shorts and high heeled boots. She quickly got in the backseat and pulled her headphones from her neck. "Hello there Square," Hazel said with a smirk. A mischievous smirk that was saying more than just a hello. Mia playfully rolled her eyes as Hazel pulled off the curb. She scratched her head," Alright, what happened?"
"Y'know," Mia answered with an eyeroll," Jlo fired me." Hazel chuckled and added," Who? I don't know her."
"Petty ass, I can't with you." She laughed. The golden eyed girl bit her lip and raised an eyebrow," When's the last time you heard me listen to one of her songs?" Mia thought for a moment and answered," Well never, damn. But we ain't got to worry about the bitch anyway." Looking back in her rear mirror, she speed up," Why did she fire you?"
"Because she was ungrateful as fuck," Mia replied, crossing her arms as her tone became sharp with reigniting anger," Gone tell me she don't like the way I do her makeup—slow down before you put us in a accident. I ain't tryin' to die."
"I went off on that hoe a long time ago, I would be glad to get fired." The Latina added. Hazel laughed mischievously," Calm down, I ain't finna crash. So, Kiaria, what happened with you?"
"At work today some crackhead ass dude popped into the store with a gun and called me a bitch. I knew his pussy ass wouldn't shoot, so I shot him."
Hazel slammed on the brake and the tires struggled to get get a grip on the smooth concrete,
Screeeeech!
"This is the third time Kiki," Hazel said through gritted teeth," I don't want to go to court again. First, it was the Italian crime lord and now you poppin' crackheads?!"
"No, you don't understand," Kiaria remarked," If he shot me then I would've been hurt but even if he shot me, I would've been whoopin' his ass." Mia rubbed the back of her head," I forgot you shoot people...I need a drink." Hazel rolled her eyes, speeding back up as she kept her focus on the road," And how many times have you looked down the barrel of a gun and said,' Shoot me'?"
"Many times..." Kiaria answered mischievously," Many times. You don't even know about most of the people I shot."
"I hope you don't have to go to court for this..."
"If he does, I'll shoot his ass again and I'll blame Jlo for it."
Hazel laughed," Nobody's gonna believe that but I applaud your persistence."
"Anyway, anybody hungry?" Mia asked," Hey Gigi, pull over at that Olive Garden. I need pasta."
"We have a chef at home," The producer remarked," And we're almost there, we're like, ten minutes away."
"Jlo always looked like a man with makeup on to me," Kiaria commented. "I thought I was the only one—Let me stop," Hazel said with a chuckle," She did call you a lousy puddle...she did kind of deserve that."
"I went off on that hoe a long time ago." The caramel skin adult added," I'd be glad to get fired."
"So," Hazel began," What was the name of the guy who replaced you?"
"Dude named Alex," Mia answered, looking out the window in annoyance," But the way he does make up is so...wrong. He's gonna make her look like a drag queen on national tv while I'm sitting back enjoying the shit. Anyway..." The makeup artist slipped a blunt from her pocket and looked at Kiaria. The brunette smirked," You up for it?" The caramel Latina climbed into the backseat, interested but nervous. Hazel cleared her throat," No smoking in the car."
"Sorry, can't do." The Latina remarked," Bad for my vocal chords." Mia rolled her eyes," Come on, it's just one joint. You need to live a little."
"Fine...give it to me." Kiaria said, giving in to the brunette's rebellious antics. "Square..." Hazel warned. "Hey," Mia began," She needs a stress reliever after what she's done. Take it slow Kiki,"
The Latina did so but after all, she'd never smoked before so it didn't go as smooth. "Gross," She commented before coughing," You actually like that stuff?"
"Took me a week to get that smell outta this car!" Hazel exclaimed. She gripped the steering wheel and it creaked under her grasp," So help me I will rash this car! Put that stuff away until we get home." Mia took the blunt from Kiaria, quickly put it out and shoved it into her pocket. She crossed her arms, looked out the window and grumbled," Buzzkill." Hazel sighed," I can't with you...I need music." She turned on the radio with a simple push of a button and turn of a metal knob. Nasty by Janet Jackson started to play and Mia sung," Nasty,
Nasty boys
Don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys,"
Hazel laughed," You're unbelieva—Hey, hey! Damn Mia, stop twerking in the car! You know people are behind us?!"
"Yeah, stop twerking," Kiaria added," We might get pulled over. Goldie, can you drive a little faster?" Hazel shook her head," At least it wasn't Would You Mind...Last time that happened..."
"Would you let that go." Mia said," I remember what I did."
"Quit whining," Hazel added," We here. Both of yall get out."
"Finally!" Kiaria remarked, getting out the Hummer," Fresh air."
The golden eyed producer chuckled as she drove away, blasting Dreamlover as she pulled off the curb.
