Chapter 1 (Tyler)

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Chapter 1 (Tyler)

          It's Friday night, and my friends decided

to be all up in the mix as usual. As hard as Jen

works, I'm surprised she keep up with these

events and gossips. If you need tea, she's who

you go to, and trust me she'll sweeten it just

right. Jen and I have been friends forever, she

gets me to the T, but can be overbearing at

times. Like now, this is her tenth time calling,

just to remind me we're going to the club, and I

need to get my ass off the couch, she's on her

way over. Urgh! How she knew I was on the

sofa; I mean I could've been on a date or

something. Who am I kidding? All my friends

know my schedule; work, gym, home, or

visiting family out of town.

I can still remember the last date I been on,

and that date ended before it even started.

           I'm not feeling tonight, but I know if I'm

not halfway ready by the time Jen gets here,

she'll dress me herself, and drag me out of my

apartment by my big toe. I wonder what's the

hype about this club, according to Jen it's

her husband's best friend club opening, and

"it's about to be lit" her exact words. This is

New York, everything is lit, shit being in my

bed, reading a good ass book is lit enough for

me. Now I'm in my closet racking through my

shit, I don't even know what to wear.... After

taking a bath, styling my pixie haircut, and

doing my makeup, I still haven't decided on

what to wear. This is why I plan ahead for

shit...

          "Bitch why you not dressed, I knew I

would have to come blow some smoke up

you're a-hole."

"First of all, give me my key coming in my shit

like you pay these fucking bills, what if my man

was in here licking this Kitty Kat?".

I responded with a straight face with my arms

folded. She laughs uncontrollably like I just tell

a damn joke, and that pisses me off a lil.

"Jen what are you doing here? you can leave

because I ain't going anywhere with you and

leave my key on the way out. Running in my

shit like your name on this lease."

I started to put back the clothes I took out

earlier, only to turn and see her admiring a red

Roberto Cavalli dress I laid out on the bed. It's

like I was talking to myself.

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