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AALIYAH could barely hear the music over the chatter of her girlfriends. She loved them dearly, but they were constantly loud - anytime they went out, they were the loudest people at the restaurant tables or at concerts, or parties.
Then again, that's why she was best friends with them. Fun girls needed other fun girls to hang with, and while Aaliyah loved everyone, she couldn't have boring people in her clique. That was why, despite their antics, Aaliyah loved her friends to no end.
Still, she really wished she could hear Ciara's voice over all the chatter - she didn't make a playlist full of Y2K baddie songs that she practically lived to only to not be able to hear them in these dire moments.
"Y'all!" she didn't want to tell them to shut up so she created a diversion, pivoting on her dancer feet to face them so she could show them two different lip glosses she held in her hands. One was a wand applicator lip gloss that was a clear color, the other was a tube lip gloss that shimmered a dark brown color on her lips. "What lip gloss color do I choose?"
Everyone silenced themselves and turned to look at Gianna, the lip gloss guru herself, who was applying lip gloss in that very moment. She made a face, as if the answer were already obvious,
"What color lip gloss? Clear. Is that even a question?"
Glad that she could finally hear the music and that her girls were receptive to her every question, Aaliyah laughed, shaking her head. The other girls laughed and rolled their eyes playfully as well, used to, and in love with Gianna's know it all attitude about anything beauty related.
"You're so extra," Crystal laughed dryly, laying on her stomach, the tan brown skin of her stomach peeking out from beneath the white blouse crop top she was wearing, along with her flared light blue jeans.
"I love that for me," Gianna replied, and Crystal squeezed her hand,
"Bitch, me too."
Bella came in from the bathroom attached to Aaliyah's room, topless and wearing purple underwear, fresh out of the shower, her hair still in need of blow drying. Though, none of them were bothered by her half naked, unpresentable appearance - they'd all seen each other in worse states. She held up two tops in her hands, both of them liable to get her dress coded or sent home, but none of them cared enough,
