•Hazel
"Baby, can you hand me my purse off the doorknob?" I asked Chris as I lined my lips. He put his phone down and hopped off the bed.
"Thank you." I said, rummaging through it for my lipstick.
"Man you need to hurry up, you know how you be about getting to places early."
"I know, I know." I said, pumping the brush in and out of the tube.
"Plus a nigga hungry. You ain't cooked me no breakfast this morning."
"You was up before me!" I frowned, spritzing myself with my new bottle of perfume.
"We gone have to stop somewhere, my stomach growling loud as fuck." I ignored his hungry ass. He was like a kid asking for Mcdonald's.
"You look good." He complimented me, pecking my cheek since my lips were sticky with gloss.
"You smell good too." He pulled me towards him and pecked my neck.
"Thank you baby."
"I don't look good?" He asked, stroking his face. I chuckled.
"Handsome as always. I'm ready if you are." I said, pulling my phone off the charger. I read the text from my mom, informing me that my daughter was wide open and didn't seem like she had any intention on going to sleep. I shook my head.
"Your daughter's such a con artist." I said as Chris and I walked downstairs.
"What she did now?"
"She was acting like such a brat when you were getting her ready earlier, like she just hated to be woken up. She get with my mama and start acting an ass." He laughed.
"That's Miracle for you, a true actress."
"I hope she don't become a liar when she get older." I said, ducking into the car after Chris opened my door.
"She'll get that shit from you." He said, after he had gotten in on his side. I sucked my teeth.
"Please, that's your trifling ass that be doing all that lying and sneaking. Us Virgos don't lie." He rolled his eyes.
"You females get on my nerves with that astrology shit."
"Oh please Mr. Chakra Alignment." He gave a little chuckle.
"That's different, it holds more substance than a stereotype from a zodiac sign."
"Whatever. Name one Taurus that ain't sneaky."
"Me."
"Boy please, you the damn ring leader."
"You really think i'm sneaky?" He asked, looking over at me with doe eyes.
"Yep, conniving as fuck." He laughed.
"Wow."
"Nah i'm playing. I don't think you're sneaky on purpose. I think you do things, try to justify it, and then sweet talk the person into seeing it the same way."
