Long Weekend Love

Good Friday?

Friday, February 10, 2017

5:29 a.m.

The red light blurs my vision, squinting helps make out the numbers, 5:29. Damn, mind as well get up, a minute ain't gonna do anything but make me mad. I'ma just lay here for that minute. What you gonna wear today? You aiming for baddie or cute thang? Hell both, it's Friday B. Alright, what we gonna dowith this head? Depends on the outfit, correct. But I'm feeling puffs. Maybe two buns half up, half down. No, one bun. Ouuuu one high puff with the little thing-
Beep beep be-
Alright gon get up and turn that shit off before you wake the whole house up. Don't stumble getting there neither.
The cool breeze kisses my exposed skin, catching me off guard, it's a set up. Rubbing my arms to give my skin reasurance we straight, I manage to turn off the first alarm with zero problems. There's no stirring that I can hear so far, gotta get to the bathroom first B, we on a mission.

Grab wash cloth and dry towel, fuck the other shit. Op my phone, cop that. Go, run Forrest get there. Tip toeing, semi-running trying not to make too much noise to wake up the boys just to get to use the hot water. Almost there, just a little a faster. Hearing the creek of the door open causes me to run to make it all the way to the bathroom. Yasss bish, you made it. Close the door and locking it, yea B, we in here ahh.

"I ain't get no sleep cause of y'all so y-" second alarm off.

This may be a good little weekend. Turning the water to the right temp. And hearing the low groan coming from the other side fills me with joy. Slipping out of what was left of my night attire gave me enough time to let the water reach the perfect temp.
Stepping into the shower letting the water hit my skin gives me chills. Twenty minutes of washing sleep away should be good enough.
Getting out the shower I wrap my towel around my body so I can brush my teeth,wash me face and do my hair. Deciding on a high puff, leaving little strains of hair curled up on the side for my hair style. I's looking like a snack and don't even have the outfit on. A solid thirty minutes went by and I'm out the bathroom. zooming back to my room.

"Took you long enough." Kyle mummbles.

"There's two bathrooms downstairs, what's the issue?"

"Dad and Koby down there." He shouts as he closes the bathroom door. Should've got that ass up.

Drying off I got startled by the soft knock on my door.

"Kai, it's me." Mom clarifies.

"Alright." I move towards my closet to put on my underclothes.

The door slowly opens as she slides in like she's a ninja or something. I started laughing at her, as she does all these smooth movements. Swear I'm weird cause of my mama.

"What you wearing today?" She ask plopping on the edge of my bed.

"I think Ima wear black and roses." I strug as I look through my jeans drawer.

She nods her head as she looks around my room. She going to tell me I gotta do something, it's all in here face. She ain't slick.

"Yes ma'am." I spoke as I pull up my black ripped at the knee jeans.

"I was just checking up on y-"

"Nah you was just going to tell me to do something." I giggle.

"Don't be putting words in my mouth. Just for that you better be here with the boys. Me and Mike going to go out for a little." She smirks.