𝙽𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
𝙰𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚊
1375
Please vote and comment, thank you.
"I don't have anything to wear. Period!" Nia exclaimed, dropping the bag of clothes in her hand on the floor.
"Whatchu mean by you not having anything to wear?"Janice asked laughing.
"I mean, common, you got more than a hundred clothes in your wardrobe and you saying you got nothing to wear." Janice picked up the first cloth in front of her and held it up.
"I mean if you don't want this, I'll take it," she wiggled her eyebrows around and smiled. Nia rolled her eyes and continued ransacking her closet.
"Babe it's not like he'll see you or anything, whatever you wear will look nice on you, I mean have you met you," Janice continued making Nia feel good about herself.
Nia picked up the weed she lit on her table and took a drag, she fanned the air when she exhaled. "You really think so?" She asked when she was done.
"I know so," Janice said encouragingly. She picked up the gown she held before. It was a light black flimsy body con gown without hands.
Nia held her breath but took it from her hands. She pulled off the big top she had on and put it on before twirling around to look in the mirror.
"If I was gay, I would definitely tap that ass," Janice complimented comically in a weird high pitched male voice.
Nia took a drag of her weed, exhaled and then turned around to face Janice. She was right, the gown fit her like a second skin and she felt really good in it.
"We need some alcohol," Janice whined, falling back on the bed where she sat.
Nia laughed, picked up her weed and lay next to Janice.
"At times, I feel like that's why we're such best friends," Nia commented, knowing she couldn't keep anything to herself for too long, she always said what she felt.
"Why?" Janice asked, closing her eyes, she slinged her right hand across Nia's slim waist and snuggled into the side of her body.
"Because you're addicted to weed and I'm addicted to alcohol."
"Because I'm addicted to weed and you're addicted to alcohol."
They both said at the same time and burst into a fit of laughter.
"Chale, let's just go get your drinks," Nia said warmly. She got up and arranged her body con dress which had ridden upwards when she lay on the bed.
She helped Janice up and Janice re-tied her durag while looking in the mirror.
Janice was a fashionista who was majoring in fashion designing. She had a Jean trouser on, a bra-let and a Jean jacket on top. Coupled with her white durag and Nike shoes, Janice looked out of the world. Next to her Nia stood in a sleeveless off shoulder body con black gown feeling out of place. She picked up her sandals and put it on wondering who wore clothes like that to a concert.
The woman she saw the day before wavered into her mind but she cleared it up.
They both walked down the stairs of Nia's apartment complex and got into Janice's car which she parked in the parking lot. It was a white camry but it was pretty slick and clean.
