"Bitchhhhaaaa, what the fuck you mean you ain't tryna go to the concert?!" said my best friend Britney as she sat at the end of my bed.
"Girl, do you see my fuckin hair?" I told her. Her ass tryna drag me to this Lil Tjay concert knowing damn well my hair not done.
"Just put ya hair in a high bun, It'll be cute!" she suggested. "Or just wear ya hair down and curly or somethin."
"Girl, no." I said. "I'm just not gon' go." I was supposed to get a middle part weave yesterday, but my weird ass hair lady flaked.
"Bitch you already paid for the ticket." she said.
"....and?" I argued back.
"Girllllaaaaa, you so irritatin'. You know I'm tryna see Bubba fine ass, and I ain't goin to that concert alone."
"Amanda goin'." I told her.
"Girl you know Amanda socially awkward. She gon' fuck the whole vibe up." she exclaimed, while pointing towards her.
"Britney, I'm literally sitting right here, I hear everything you sayin'." Amanda said to Britney.
I laughed and said, "Y'all gon' be fine, y'all don't need me."
"Nah, forreal though, you needa come. It ain't gon' be fun without you, SO get yo ass up and get ready, because the concert starts in like 3 hours. And we all know it take yo ass forever to get ready." Amanda said.
She got a point. It do take my ass forever and day to get ready. They just don't understand how nervous I am. Like, what if Tjay see me at the lil backstage V.I.P thing and think I'm ugly or somethin'? Or what if he think I'm too chicken headed for him? What if he only like bitches with long hair? My hair had some length, but not on no waist length type shit. Or what if-
"You gon get up and get ready or what?" Britney said impatiently. I zoned out again and got into my own head, like always.
"Yea, Imma get in the shower right now." I told her.
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So, I decided to wear my hair in a high bun.
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I didn't try to dress up too much, but I still wanted to look cute. I'm normally not one to dress up for a nigga, but man I wanted Tjay so badly, I ain't even care. I HAVE to look good.
"Ooouu, my bitch lookin GOOD!" Britney said.
"Right, like girl you did all that worrying for nothin'. You look good girl." Amanda said, agreeing with Britney.
"Y'all really think so?" I asked sincerely.
"YESS! now let's go before we end up late." Britney said as she rushed us out of my house. This girl was so crazy sometimes, I love her though.
