Rave & Roses {A Rema Fanfic}

1 - Zara

"Listen it's going to be fun!" Michael say assuringly from the other side of the line,the way he was trying to convince me to come to his house was really strange.

I roll my eyes. "I'm not sure"

"Why not?! You don't think you'll sit in your house everyday right?" Michael sounded exasperated now.

I roll my eyes again, I already knew his next statement. "I told...."

"Mom I will take care of you and I plan to do that" I roll my eyes. "I don't need you to take care of me Michael I'm fine!"

"You're not! Don't try me Zara I'll call mom!" He threatens for the hundredth time in few weeks, we both knew he wouldn't though.

Michael sigh loudly. "Come on Zara you don't know how bad I feel that you decide to spend all your time in your room doing nothing"

"I'm not doing nothing Michael you'll be surprised to know I'm actually very busy"lie! I was the most less busy person on the planet right now. Ever since I moved back to Nigeria I've had enough time on my hands.

"Oh yeah? I know you're busy Zara so please can you make out time for the party tonight?" He pleads this time. Note his sarcasm. I huff out. Michael was not going to back down, we might as well continue to drag this outing issue until he finally shows up here and I'll be left with no choice.

"Fine! But this is the last time!"

Michael laugh "you bet sissy, its casual but look nice, do you want me to pick you up?"

"Don't even dare me!" If he choose to pick me up I won't be able to leave when I choose, I'll be forced to wait till he decides to drive me home. "I'll come on my own. What time?"

"Now"

"Alright bro see ya soon!" We said our byes and hung up. I threw the iPhone 14promax on my bed.

When did my life become like this? I used to be the most organized person now I can barely find my way.

After I graduated from UCLA I took the next flight down to Nigeria. Poor mommy dearest had almost died of an heart attack, it took constant assurance from Michael, to stop our mom from yanking me back to London.

You see, right from when I could remember mom wanted to make an architecture out of me, I did everything, studied till I couldn't study anymore, night reading, night classes but one night my eyes opened that's when I realized the whole architect thing wasn't what I wanted to do.

But what did I plan to do? I had no idea! When I moved down to Nigeria I stayed with Michael until we decided we've had enough of each other's constant bickering so Michael helped me rent the two bedroom apartment i stayed now even my Benz was bought all paid by my mother.

I stood up, peeled the pajamas from my body and went to have my bath. I lather St Ives pink lemon & orange mandarin body wash on my silicone loafers. I scrub the loafers on my body pissed at myself. For years I've been harboring this hate in me. I didn't hate my mom, if it means anything I love the woman with my whole heart.

I contemplated washing my hair, I shook my head it will just take longer to dry. I rinse the soap off my body, toweled my body dry then apply St Ives pink lemon & mandarin orange lotion on my skin. Next I prepped my face, did my usual makeup consisting of mascara, highlighter and lipgloss.

What to do with my hair? The curls covered my face in mass, I apply more moisturizer to make the curl bouncy and shiny. Down with my face I moved to the next task_what to wear!

I was part of the people who knew little_no scratch that, I knew nothing about fashion yet managed to get away with whatever I wear. Like I can literally wear a sac bag and still looked cute.