The Perfect Match

P is for Party (Continued)

My party was getting better by the hour. So far, A$ap Rocky performed , Tyga, and next are the last performers if the night. I swear my mom is awesome for getting these people to be at my party. "TREY! OMG HOW DID YOU GRT A$AP ROCKY AT YOUR PARTY, SON? I loveeee him!" Nyla yelled as she attacked me out of nowhere. This child is crazy. "I honestly don't know. My mom probably pulled some strings." I told her. Craig approached both of us and gave me a dap. "Bro, your party is sick. That nigga a$ap just killed the stage." He told me. " And he made my ovaries explode, OMG !!!" Nyla continued. Craig just gave her the "Really? Right in front of me tho?" Look. "Sorry babe. That sort of just slipped. My bad." She tried to soften the mood by smiling, but Craig wasn't buying it. He grabbed her hand and they disappeared into the thick crowd. I wonder what's about to go down.

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Dylan.

So like, a rapper dude that I'm not familiar with literally had the groupies throwing their thongs. It was never that serious. Tyga's performance was so ... asdfghjkl. I'm hyped to be breathing the same air as him, but i kept my sanity. Yah feel me? Pocahontas on the other hand became one of the groupies tonight. He was so hyped. I swear I heard him scream like a female.

"Okay everybody. Our last performance of the night. They have candy colored hair and flavorful personalities. Give it up for the OMG Girlz!!" Announced the loud DJ. I'll admit, these girls were awesome dancers and sing good. Thumbs up to them. But I didn't really appreciate the blue girl singing to Rayon and pointing at him every second. What really pushed my buttons was that Rayon blew her a kiss. That's shit I don't like. One side of me is all like: it's not serious. They don't mean it. It's an artist to fan type of thing. The other side of me was screaming: BUS DRIVER THAT HOE. So instead of getting crazy in public, I'll just put it aside and enjoy this party.

"Whatcha thinkin' bout?" Rayon said interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh nothing." He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the center of the dance floor. We danced all night .

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Rayon.

I prepared breakfast this morning. Even though my mom wasn't home because she was working overtime, I set a plate out for her. I went upstairs to check on Dylan. She had to sleep over at my house because when I drove her home, she was knocked out, her parents didn't answer the door, and she didn't have keys. Yeah, hot mess, right? She was in my room and I slept in the living room. My mom had no problem with her sleeping over, and just this morning, I informed her parents about her location.

I lightly knocked on the door and said: "Is it safe to come in?" No answer. "Well then I guess it is." I opened the door to find a still knocked out Dylan who was only covered from the waist down, and she was only in a bra and a pair of my sweat pants. I shielded my eyes even though I enjoyed the view. "DYLAN!" I semi yelled at her. "OMG WHAT!?" I can tell she was annoyed. "Girl put on a shirt. Breakfast is ready downstairs." With that, I turned on my heel and went back downstairs.

A little over a half hour later, Dylan came down the stairs for breakfast. My mom was already home and enjoying her meal. "Good morning everyone!" She said smiling wide as ever. "Morning dear!" My mom said to her. She politely greeted my mom with a cheek-to-cheek kiss. "Well you could at least say good morning back." She said poking my chest. "Morning babe." We gave each other a peck. My mom just looked at us like "Awe, how cute." How awkward. I pulled out a chair for Dylan to sit in to eat her breakfast. She sat down and began eating.

I watched as her and my mom just talked, laughed, and bonded. It was a picture perfect moment. My two favorite ladies just getting along. "Ray. Ray! Yoo hoo!" Dylan said waving her hand in my face. "Yes, babe?" "What are your plans for after graduation?" Where'd that question come from? "I just want go to California for the whole summer with you and the gang. Then come back to start college at Parsons." I shrugged at the end of my sentence. "That's not a bad idea...." Dylan said smiling.

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Kayla.

Trey's party last night was the shit! My head is throbbing from the loud music. I searched my bed for my cell phone. When I found it, there was a text from Trey that said :

Morning shawty. Wanna get Starbucks today at 3:00? My treat.

The time now was currently 2:10. He sent that text 4 hrs ago. I quickly replied saying :

Of course, boo! I'll meet you there.

I set my phone on my nightstand and ran to the bathroom. I only had 50 minutes to get my life together.

When I arrived at Starbucks, trey was seated, waiting for me to show up. He had already ordered for the both of us. "Hey man," I said taking the seat in front of him. "Hey Kayla. You look nice today." Trey complimented. "You look fly yourself. I see you loved my gifts." "Oh. Hell yeah. They're awesome. Especially the jays." He chuckled. "Well I'm glad you like them! You know yah shawty wouldn't spend good money on garbage." I flipped my hair smiling. "I know you wouldn't! " Trey leaned over the table and gave me a kiss. "Thats one of the many things i love about you." He leaned back in for another kiss. And this time, i kissed back. His lips were so soft and moist and our lips moved in sync. Dating him has to be one of the best ideas ever.