Realized

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1 - 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍

𝟷𝟶:𝟸𝟸 𝙿𝙼 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

I was alone.

It's a Friday night, I'm 21 and I'm in my bed alone watching reruns of Fresh Prince.

Great Show. Sad Life.

My phone started vibrating on my nightstand and I looked to see Yuri, my bestfriend calling. I answer "Hello?"

"Hey girl whatcha doing?" She yelled, over the loud music playing which indicated she was at a party.

I shrug my shoulders and look at my acrylics "The usual." I mumble. She sighed heavily, and I felt another speech coming however, instead, I got a whoosh of air and the greeting of my other best friend, Orin.

"Listen bitch- "I cut him off "Well hello to you too," I say sarcastically. "Girl, I don't have the time nor patience for formalities, you need to put on something sexy, do your hair and get to this damn party." Here we go again.

"Orin parties just aren't my thing, they always end up with me either doing something stupid, crying, or both" I explain.

He groans "Mel we just want you to have fun! You know that thing where you let go and forget about all the bs that life is throwing at you?" I roll my eyes and smile.

"I'm familiar with the term Orin," I say getting up from my head and start walking towards my closet, maybe he's right, I have been pretty bored lately anyway.

I hear a gasp and I laugh, Orin is such a drama queen "Are those footsteps I hear!" How the fuck?

"Boy, how in the world you heard my footsteps over that loud ass music?" I asked while pulling out my red, spaghetti-strapped bodycon dress and throwing it on my bed.

He scoffed and laughed "Bitch because I'm Asian we just superior like that." This nigga.

"Boy whatever. Is it cold out?" I ask

"Kinda, it's only like sixty-four degrees out so nothing too heavy." He informed me. I nodded and took out my leather jacket and black thigh-high boots. "Do you want us to come pick you up?" He asks.

I shook my head even though he can't see me "Nah it'd be unnecessary since y'all already there and just in case I wanna leave and you guys aren't ready yet, I have my own ride."

"Okay well, we'll see you here, love ya babe."

"Love you too see you soon I'll call you when I get there."

"Okay." then the line went dead.

Oof. Time to pull this off. I already showered for the night so I don't see the point in doing it again less than thirty minutes later. I guess just hair then. My hair is usually is some type of curly style, but just a week ago I got a thirty-inch straight Brazilian wig. So all I have to do is keep it up.

I grab my remote and go to the YouTube app on my TV and start playing music on blast. I go to my ensuite bathroom and plug in my flat iron. While that's heating up I can start my makeup. The only thing I plan on doing really is priming, foundation, eyebrows, a simple powder, eyelashes, and some clear lip gloss. I don't feel like doing a full beat tonight.

By the time I'm done the flat iron is more than ready, so I do my hair, then dance in the mirror for a bit. Afterwards, I finally start putting on my clothes. After slipping my boots on I walk into my bathroom again to brush my hair down again. I adjust my jacket and start doing poses in the mirror. I laugh and shake my head cause I'm out of breath "My ugly ass done went and lost breath."