"You see how confused you look right now?" I ask him as he leans against my trailer door blocking my way. "You look like you don't know me." I scoff.
"Nah, I know." He says closing the door and locking it. "I know you more than you know yaself and I...
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"These fuckin cramps bro." I mutter to myself as Sammy blends my eye shadow on the side of the set. "This is why birth control is always the default boo boo." He comments as I grip onto the handles of my chair to get through the menstrual pain.
"Guess it slipped my mind." I comment feeling the pain start to spread along side my back as well. "Are you a heavy flower?" Pookie asks coming up behind me, fluffing out my platinum white curls in my wig.
"Nah." I shake my head at least being grateful for that. "Good cause I am not tryna get no stains in that white work of art you got on." He looks at me through the mirror. I try to laugh but it was unspoken that it probably wasn't a wise thing to do at the time.
I picked up my phone and went to my only pinned contact.
My king🫀🖤
My tummy hurts🥺
Okay...?
I can't feel my legs or back.
And nigga? What dis gotta do wit me?
🖕🏽you ain't pass the vibe check l. Block yourself.🤢
I'm just playin😂you know I'm comin to save the day.
No, you a bad bf🙎🏽♀️
Dats cause I ain't no bf. I'm ya whole ass husband💯 now sit tight, imma be there in 10 wit some Chipotle and heat warmers.
And booty rubs?😔
Oh those is essential🤞🏽💟
Wait, what if ppl see you?
Then let em. Idgaf, I just wanna see yo fine ahh😩
Ight imma send the addy
He liked the message
"Where the hell are we anyways." I look at the warehouse that we were in as I got out of the chair and walked towards the door of my trailer. "We a couple exits from the studio, right?" Sammy asks Pookie who just shrugs and follows me to the mirror.
I sigh and just sent Mikey my location to make things less complicated. It was almost 6 in the morning and I got here at 4. So I ain't have patience for figuring out unnecessary directions. "Now look at my perfection." Pookie pats my shoulder and points to the mirror.
I looked at my reflection and seen that I pretty much looked like a black Marilyn Monroe. I played with my light pin curls and rubbed my blood stained lips together. The red popping against my ebony skin.
