Rah Ali
"Thanks, Have a nice day." I smiled handing a costumer their bag.
"Come again." Remy fake smiled as she flipped the Open sign on the door to Closed. "I can't wait to go on this tour man, I'm tired of this shit." She added rolling her eyes.
"I can, I don't wanna leave my baby man."
"Bitch it's gone be lit."
"Yeah maybe for you, I'm behind the scenes."
Remy is like my twin sister, we met awhile back when we both had nothing, now we live in Atlanta doing big things, we own a boutique, driving BMW's, a nice house and together we stunting on everybody who doubted us.
Remy is back in the industry and has a Back Home tour coming up to welcome her home, and as her makeup artist slash hairstylist I gotta be on tour also. I guess that's what happens when you're the best celebrity M.U.A in the game.
This journey ain't been easy, our past maybe dark but we made it, this ain't the end of it but boy we come so far. It's always been just us.
"We got to much bread to get, and we gone eat with ones we with." Been our motto since day one.
"Can you pick up something to eat on your way to the house." I said to Remy grabbing my things from behind the counter.
"Oh I'm going to Pap's tonight, I need some stress reliever." She said thrusting her hips.
"Nasty ass." I scrunched up my face.
"We both know you need some "stress reliever" with yo stuck up ass." Remy added.
"Theres a difference between bein stuck up and just not for the bullshit." I said locking up the place.
"Whatever Rah, just call me when you get in." Remy said before getting in her car and me following suit.
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I was sitting in bed eating breakfast and scrolling down my Instagram feed when Remy texted me.
Twinn👯💝- B you down for some shopping later?
Me- Hell yea when? 😁
Twinn👯💝- 2 sumn and we taking your car
I looked at the time, damn I better go get ready.
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"Rah!!! Come on son,I'm tryin to get there before it start to get pack you know how it gets on Saturdays." Remy yelled from the kitchen.
"How you gone come here rushin me when you know it take more than thirty minutes to get fuckin ready." I said walking down the hall.
"I see you ready tho, now lets go."
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"How you and Pap?" I said looking through a rack.
"He ain't cheating, his dick mad bomb, and we together most of the time, so we good." She shrugged.
"A simple "we good" would've been ok."
We both started laughing. We went to a couple more stores and Remy signed a couple autographs before we ended up at the food court.
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FanfictionRahshida Ali has been through the woodwork with her best friend Remy to get to where they are now, since pre teens they have been struggling with no support or family just each other. Rah has some big skeletons in her closet along with her best fr...
