The clock had just struck twelve am. It was my birthday! Officially time to turn up, I didn't have any plans though. All I really wanted for my birthday was a good ass nap, along with some good ass food. "Alrighty, I made it to twelve. Time to go to sleep," I stated to myself, turning out the light. It took a few minutes but I eventually drifted off. That was until I heard some loud knocking all the way downstairs, at the front door. I groaned and punched the pillow in frustration. Who the hell could be at the door at this time? The knocking soon turned into scratching and it got louder and louder. "Just a minute," I mumbled, stumbling down the stairs. "Girl you betta open this door up," an all too familiar voice said. I smiled a bit and opened the door and saw my TT Cardi. Of course, she was dressed in her designer clothes, compared to me in my sweats and tank top. She reached out and pulled me into a hug. "Well, if it ain't the birthday bitch," she announced, in her heavy Bronx accent. I smirked and did a couple poses. "You ain't dressed like the birthday bitch, Kaniyah." She examined me and shook her head. "Sorry, TT. But it's like after tweve," I tried explaining, but she held a blank expression and shrugged and handed me some clothes. It was an outfit made for the baddest bitch on the planet. "Cardi, only you could slay in this," I stated, and she flipped her weave over her shoulder. "Well it did come from my closet, but you can wear it. Now put it on." She shooed me upstairs while she sat on the couch, with her legs crossed waiting. I started changing when I made it to the top.
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Even though it was squeezing the life out of me, I felt like a boss bitch. After slipping the heels on, I modeled back down the stairs and "Act Up" by City Girls popped on. Cardi stood up with her iPhone in hand, more than likely going live on Insta and started twerking. "Ayeee. It's the birthday bitch, it's the birthday bitch," she yelled, hyping me up as I flipped my hair and started doing a little dance of my own. "Girl. You know you super fly," she cheered, recording me from all angles. "You can't tell me I ain't fly," I coolly replied, brushing dirt from my shoulder. "You are fly baby," this raspy voice said, inches behind me. I stopped all my movements and just looked at Cardi, whose grin was wider than usual. She knows how much I wanna meet Bruno Mars. "Give the boy a hug, chile." I slowly turned around to see him smiling a dimpled smile and stretching his arms out. I didn't wanna freak the man out, so I not so calmly jumped in his arms. "I fucking love you so much, and I'd been dreaming about meeting you," I finally screamed, and he just smiled. "Happy birthday Kaniyah." He sat me in a chair, and the beat to Please Me came on. Bruno and Cardi performed the routine that was in the video, and Cardi basically gave me a lap dance. I just kept screaming of excitement. Then, Bruno grabbed a confetti cannon and it all fell on me. I got up and hugged him tightly. No matter how much I wished he was mine, I knew how to respect that he was in a happy relationship, and I would never overstep any boundaries. "Thank you so much Bruno and TT Cardi." Bruno handed me a stack of hundreds, and left before I could protest. "Damn bitch. Who got the best TT in the world?" I smirked and pointed at myself. "I do. Thanks so much again." We hugged and she left, and I stripped back to my sweats. I just met Bruno freaking Mars. My life is complete now.
