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Noelle Johnson Atlanta, Georgia 10:37 p.m. "Nigga no, I'm not going." I spoke into my phone. "Bitch your going I'm on the way." My best friend Ryan said back. He was currently trying to get me to this damn block part or some shit, but I keep telling this slut I'm not going. "Yeah whatever come buzz me in." He said hanging up before I could dispute. I sighed getting off of my couch walking to the buzzer pushing it. I unlocked the door for that ass home and made my way back over to the couch. "NOELLEEEEEEEEEE!" Ryan yelled walking into my apartment closing and locking the door. "What I tell you about yelling like you fucking slow." "Fuck that. What have I been telling you to do?" He said furrowing his eyebrows and rolling his neck at me. "I don't know jog my memory." I said doing the same actions as him. "I been telling your slimey ass to get dressed dumb ass, the party start in a hour in a half." He said walking toward my room. "Didn't I tell you I ain't going to that damn party." I said getting up following him to my room. "Well you ain't calling the shots right now." He said from my closet. "Here your wearing this." I watched him throw a long sleeve crop top and some shorts on the bed. "Andddddddddd these shoes." He grabbed some red heels and sat them next to my bed. I let out a sigh and grabbed the clothes heading to my bathroom. "Good choice we gone find you a man tonight." He said as I closed the bathroom door. I turned on the shower before stepping in, letting my thoughts roam. "And don't take all day neither, you know how yo showers be." I heard Ryan say from the other side of the door. I grabbed my dove soap and towel beginning to lather it. After my towel was soapy enough I began washing my body.
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"Whatttttt do yo shit bestie, where you at!" Ryan yelled hyping me up, while recording. "LIL BITCH YOU LIT HUH!?" I yelled singing along to the song while wopping. After a while my knees started hurting and I had to go to the bathroom. "Ry I gotta use the bathroom." I said to him as he was moving his body to the music. "Come on we can go to my cousin house right here." He said pointing to the house where a whole bunch of niggas were. We began making our way into the house, where there was loud music and lights flashing. I followed him as we walked up some stairs leading to a hall way. I looked around, checking my surroundings around all these niggas. Once we made it to the bathroom, I closed and locked the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, smooth the top of my sew in down. I then began running my finger through it as I arched my eyebrow. I smiled to myself before doing my business. I finished up, washing my hands. Unlocking the door, I went into my purse pulling out my perfume. I began multitasking, opening the door and spraying my perfume onto my neck and my clothes. Once the door was all the way open, I was met by a solid chest, blocking the bathroom door. "Excuse me." I said trying to get around him. I put my perfume back into my purse, closing it up. "I like the way yo perfume smell pretty." He said smiling at me, still not moving from out of the way. "Thank you, I appreciate it." I said before beginning to try to walk away. "Come on now man, how long is you gone keep her in the bathroom Mariel." Ryan said sliding in, pushing him out of the entrance. I smiled looking at his facial expression, he was actually really cute, straight out them trenches. "Bro don't touch me." He said mugging the hell out of Ryan. "Yeah whatever nigga, you heard what I said, let's go bestie." He said before grabbing my hand. Mariel looked at Ryan, then at me. He smiled before stepping to the side to let us out. "Bye pretty." He said watching us as we walked past him. "Bye." Ryan and I walked down the stairs about to go back outside. "Ryan, how you know him?" I asked out of curiosity. He snapped his neck at me looking at me like I was crazy. "Bitch why?" I started cracking up, he's to fucking much. "It's called starting a conversation, and plus I want to know." "That's my cousin, with his big head ass, but that's a no tho." He said as we walked back into the street, where the crowd was. "What's a no?" I asked slightly yelling over the music. "You and him, not under my motherfucking watch." He said beginning to whine his hips to the music. It's rare that I find someone who's descent, so far all these niggas out here lame, but he was different. We didn't even get to have a full conversation, and I was feeling his vibe, his whole demeanor. "You said we was finding me a man tonight, I think we've accomplished that goal." I said to him beginning to dance. "Yeah whatever."
