one shots

shorty swing my way [7]

december 1998
friday
4:21 p.m.

"I'm just sayin', Nay. We haven't hung out in forever. I remember when it used to be just us having movie nights and hittin' up parties. Now, I'm fuckin' lonely and shit," Lisa rolled her eyes.
"I invited you to come with us, Muffin! I don't see what else--"

"I do not want to third wheel for two and a half hours, Renée! I want to hang with my girl. Get our hair and nails did. Spend a day eating junk. I don't know. Somethin' without DeAndré's annoying ass," she explained.
I sighed.

Lisa despised DeAndré. We all hung out one time, and that was all Lisa needed in order to decide "okay, no, he ain't shit." It took DeAndré the same amount of time to realize "yeah, nah. she's a bitch." I hated that they couldn't get along, especially since they were really important people in my life, but it is what it is, I guess.

"Look, I got'chu tomorrow, okay? Does that make you feel better? We can go get our nails and hair done. We can go shoppin'— the whole nine, Muffin," I suggested.
"For real?" she raised an eyebrow with her arms crossed securely across her chest.
"For real," I confirmed.

"Okay, cool. I'll call and set up the appointments. How you think I'll look wit' blonde hair?" she quickly grew excited, reaching for the house phone.
"Blonde?" my face scrunched up.
"Yeah! You think I'll look like Lil' Kim or somebody?" she grinned.
I chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, girl. You'll look fine as hell," I told her.

"You just sayin' that," she kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes while dialing the number.
"Girl, if I didn't think it'd be hot, I would say so," I spoke simply.
"Fine," she simply said, bringing the phone to her ear.

With that, I returned to my room to finish packing an overnight bag to go over to DeAndré's place. I've been missin' him all week and have been lookin' forward to spending time with him. Weekends are sacred to us. We work all week, nonstop, which means that we never get to see each other. However, weekends are our periods of relaxation for the most part.

I made sure that I had everything I needed packed in the Gucci bag that he bought for me. He got tired of my trusty duffle bag so he bought me a new one as a gift. I really didn't want to take it at first, but he insisted I take it, especially since he was refusing to return it to the store.

Once I had all my things packed, I grabbed my keys and approached Lisa to say goodbye. While waiting for her to finish setting up the appointments, I bundled up in a coat, scarf, and a hat. I always hated the winter. It's dark, cold, and everything's dead. The only great thing that comes out of it is how people come together whether it be because of holidays or just to keep warm with someone you care for.

"You're leaving already?" She pouted after hanging up the phone.
"Yeah," I adjusted my hat.
"Oh okay. Our hair appointments are for 9:00, and we can just get our nails done afterwards. So, that'll maybe be about 12:00. Are those times good or--"

"They're perfect," I smiled.
"I can change 'em, if you feel like it'll be hard to make it on time--"
"I'll be there. I promise," I assured her.
"Alright," she side-eyed me.
"I promise!" I repeated as reassurance.
"Okay," she smiled slightly.

"I'll catch you later, alright?" I hugged her.
"Alright," she repeated.
"Love you," I smiled while squeezing her.
"Love you too," she replied.

"Don't forget your cellie. . . If you're not gonna' bring it, at least get your pager," she nagged.
"Fine," I groaned, running back to my room for my pager.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I called to her while making my way out.
"Okay! See you tomorrow!" she called back.

I made my way to DeAndré's place, which I knew would be warm and cozy. I used my key (which actually used to be his spare) to get in, and as soon as I was inside, I was greeted with a feeling of home.