Woke

21.)

I was in the process of putting lotion on my legs, when the doorbell rang. I checked my phone to see Monica had texted me, saying she, Tiana, and Devon were outside.

"They're here!" I yelled to Chris. I tightened my silk robe to go answer the door.

"I'll get it, babe." Chris called from my bathroom. He came into view, only wearing a pair of black jeans. His hair was still wet from the shower, and I found myself regretting the decision to not take it with him. He walked down the steps to answer my front door.

The night before had been amazing. Chris and I had spent the night together at his place, and he indeed made it special. We'd spent a majority of the time just talking-- it was like we couldn't run out of subjects to discuss. Of course the sex was great, but nothing compared to how much I enjoyed the way he held me as we slept. How emotionally invested I'd become in our relationship was scary, especially since I'd known him for less than six weeks-- most of which I spent trying to hate his guts-- but I couldn't help but feel like I never wanted to sleep alone again.

"Ew, man! Put a shirt on!" I heard Tiana yell.

Devon spoke next. "If we interrupted something, you could've just texted."

It was almost 10pm, and after spending the whole day with Chris, the others were arriving at my house so we could ride to Eric's together for the party. I was actually really excited. I hadn't been to a party in nearly two months; I was hoping for a good time.

I heard them all coming up the stairs towards my room. Once Chris opened the door to my room, our friends entered.

"Keeks! Wassup?" Devon walked over to give me a tight hug, and I immediately smelled the Hennessy on him.

"Is he drunk already?"

Tiana rolled her eyes. "Just tipsy, with his stupid ass."

"Don't be mad that you got stuck being DD." Monica laughed. "It's your turn anyways."

"I can be DD." I said. "Y'all know I'm not big on alcohol."

"Same here." Chris added.

Monica shook her head. "You drove last time, Kiki. Y'all may not drink often, but T, Devon, and I drew straws so that you two can have the option to drink if you want to."

"That was really nice of y'all." Chris noted, pulling a shirt on over his body.

"Yeah, whatever." Tiana muttered.

I started laughing at how mad she was. "You sound like an alcoholic."

I turned my vanity on so T could begin my makeup process, while Monica searched through my closet for an outfit. Chris and Devon quietly lounged on my bed, scrolling through their phones and enjoying my playlist.

After Tiana finished my makeup, and Monica found me an outfit, I got dressed and undid the twists I'd put in the night before. After I put on a pair of gold hoops, I fluffed out my hair and examined myself in the mirror. 

"Yes ma'am, work it!" Devon yelled, snapping his fingers.

I rolled my eyes, putting on open-toed black heels. Monica had gone for a simple outfit: just a red lace bralette with black low waisted, faux leather jeans that made my ass look amazing. Looking in the mirror one last time, I lightly ran an acrylic nail over my Kendrick tattoo. A wave of grief flooded over me, as I found myself missing my father greatly.

Chris came up behind me and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. I smiled, feeling slightly better.

"Are you sure you wanna go?" He mumbled so that the others wouldn't hear.