"Good afternoon," Hazel said with a warm, bright smile. Mariah walked out her room, rubbing her eyes, wearing one of Hazel t-shirts and her black lingerie. Specifically, the burgundy one that had white words on it. They read," I just woke up. So, would you kindly STFU." Hazel chuckled, looking up from her small book of recipes. "It's two already?" Mariah asked.
"No, one thirty-four actually."
The brunette shrugged before Hazel said," So, since my house mates won't be here in a few hours. You have three choices for breakfast. Waffles, burger or typical breakfast."
Mariah raised an eyebrow," You cook?"
"Yeah," She answered," Have too anyway. We can't order food all the time, house chef is only for when I'm not around and I like my small role as a house chef."
"Jeez, you cook, dance and make music. Is there anything you can't do?"
"Fly." Hazel replied with a laugh. Mariah chuckled," Welp, in that case. I'll take a burger."
"Had a feeling you'd say that. You could use a little more meat on your bones." The DJ added with a smirk, winking at Mariah. The brunette laughed," You and your jokes. It'll get you killed one day." The golden eyed woman smirked, opening the fridge and pulling out a new pack of beef and looked at Mariah. She bit her lip and she walked over the couch, her ass giggling lightly. The DJ chuckled," Make yourself comfortable. Me casa es tú casa." The brunette laughed from the couch, turning on the tv and watching Ridiculousness on MTV2. Hazel laughed, quickly and easily molding the meat into a perfectly circular patty before throwing it into the pan. Hazel bit her lip, a familiar song by a very familiar artist played in her head.
Get Up by Amel Larrieux.
I know your down
Where you gon get up
"Shit! The poster!" Hazel remarked under her breath, quickly washing her hands and running out the kitchen. Mariah heard her running footsteps and paused the show," Are you okay?" No answer as the golden eyed woman ran into her room with speed. Mariah's eyebrow's creased before she slowly went back to watching the show. Inside her room, Hazel found that familiar poster on her wall across the door. With a heavy sigh, she repressed the memory of it and pulled it down. It was a picture of her and Amel walking from a park. Amel was mid hard laughter as she told her crazy story about producer problems that they both related with. It was spring time in New York in the picture. Amel wore black heels, shorts, gray tank top and a black, synthetic wool peacoat. Diamond stud earrings, a gold chain around her neck and Hazel's red and yellow base cap on her head of curly hair. The sun highlighted her light caramel skin just right in the photo, giving her a sexy, angelic glow. Hazel was walking next to her, mid smirk as she explained the relatable problem. Wearing yellow Tim's with white laces, red jeans, a neon green Jet Set Radio shirt that had the words Let's Get Scratchin' written in gold, curved around a record with a gold center. Over the shirt, she had one a golden jacket with red rolled up sleeves. Golden stud earrings, a gold chain around her neck and red rimmed sunglasses.
Hazel frowned, suppressing the memory from surfacing as she carefully pulled it from the wall. She looked at the signatures at the bottom left corner of the poster. Amel's was written in a metallic lilac purple and Hazel's was written under hers in gold, ironically. Her jaw clenched as she rolled it up and placed it in the darkened corner of the closet. Hazel closed the door and quickly put on that familiar mask of happiness to hide her loud aura of sorrow and regret.
The feeling was mutual.
"You okay dude?" Mariah asked, watching Hazel from the couch. "I'm fine, just had to fix something. No biggie." She cheerfully answered from the kitchen, flipping the burger over on its other side.
