𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐓; nipsey hussle

𝟔 | 𝐈𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆

          AFTER A LATER NIGHT than what Boogie expected, the abruptness of the morning sun awaken her from her slumber. She suffered a significant migraine that had her head throbbing in pain and the vibrant voice of her family's butler did not help her situation.

"¡Beunos días, señorita Lauren!" the butler greeted, opening the curtains to Boogie's bedroom window. "H—hey Mrs. Fuentes." she groaned while massaging her temples.

"¿Noche difícil?" rough night? she questions with an unnoticeable grin. "Well, I can't seem to remember how I got here in my room, so I would say... sure." says Boogie in response as she looked around her bedroom in confusion.

"Tu amiga de al lado te dejó." your friend from next door dropped you off. said Mrs. Fuentes speaking of Malika. "Hm?" Boogie mumbled in thought. "Well, alright then." she said gradually standing up from her canopy-styled bed to stretch.

Mrs. Fuentes continued preparations for the task of her morning cleaning duties until she nearly stumbled over a half-empty box filled with textbooks. "¿Qué demonios está haciendo esta caja pesada aquí en el medio del piso?" what in the world is this heavy box doing here in the middle of the floor? said Mrs. Fuentes taking a peek inside with her ostrich feather duster. "¿libros? books?

"History textbooks to be exact." Boogie inserted. "H—history text—" Mrs. Fuentes slightly repeated with a struggle. "They're from school."

Although Mrs. Fuentes seemingly struggled with the pronunciation of her new found second language, she understood Boogie's English speaking well, no matter what was said. And after taking three foreign language courses in high school, Boogie understood Mrs. Fuentes' too. She tended not to respond in Spanish language for many reasons— one being not allowed according to her father's wife.

Mrs. Fuentes immediately struck Boogie across the bare skin of her knee with the handle of her duster, causing her to wince in slight pain. "Ow! What the hell was that for?"

"Sabes mejor que dejar tu desorden esparcido por el suelo." you know better than to leave your mess scattered across the floor. said Mrs. Fuentes.

"Technically speaking, they're not scattered. They're in a box... together that just happened to be in the middle of the floor." Boogie shrugged her shoulders.

Mrs. Fuentes places her hands on her hip and her eyes maneuvered back and forth from the box to Boogie. "Cállate." shut up Mrs. Fuentes certainly demanded. Boogie raised her hands in a surrendering motion.

She finally removed herself fully out of bed as she headed towards her personal bathroom for a shower. She smelled the saltiness from the ocean on her skin and in her clothing and she could still see sprinkles of sand in her hair. In a swift motion, she removed her clothes to step into her marble-designed shower, immediately falling to the riveting steam of water— just what she needed.

The water from the shower filled within the palm of Boogie's small hands, staring deep enough to nearly visualize her own reflection. She gently rinsed the grit-feeling of her day old makeup from her face while she reminisced on the previous night. Boogie's straight hair immediately returned to it natural texture of curls as she hovered under the shower head, letting the water run down every inch of her body.

After Boogie's many long silences, she finished cleansing herself soon stepping on her white bathroom floor mat with a bath towel swathed around her figure to match. She stood before her murky, fogged mirror in attempt to cleaning it with her hand in a circular motion, but it fogged again within seconds.

"The disrespect." said Boogie sighing. She opened the bathroom door to a bare minimum to release the steam and peaking insider her bedroom to see Mrs. Fuentes has already finished tidying up her room.