In the last two years, our duo turned into a trio—and honestly, I’ve never felt like a third wheel. I can’t say the same for Aidan, though. Dayana once told him that if she could combine his dick and tongue into me, she’d leave him in a heartbeat. He laughed, grabbed her by the neck, and whispered something in her ear. To this day, I have no clue what he said, but I know she couldn’t walk straight for our girls’ night. Must be nice.
Having Aidan around did come with some perks, though—like free gas. His parents own a few of the gas stations near my apartment, so I honestly couldn’t tell you what gas costs right now. I smile, wave, and fill up.
“Girl, he woke me up at five a.m. to drive seven hours through the woods,” Dayana groans. “If a bear eats me, tell my mama I fought.”
“You’re so dramatic.” I laugh, imagining her out in the woods.
I don’t know what made Aidan think taking her into the forest was a bright idea. It’s cute that he wants to plan a little getaway to finally propose to her crazy butt—but while she’s out there yelling and complaining, she better still say yes.
“I’m too Black for this. Anyway, show me the bedroom where your back’s gonna get blown out!”
“Sadly, no one’s breaking my back. I’ve got rules.” I pull out the paper labeled House Rules.
No loud music.
No guests.
Keep the house clean.
Don’t move anything.
Don’t steal.
“She’s a whole villain.”
Dayana cackles. “What’s her name again? Gina?”
“Greta,” I mumble.
“Chile, that’s why she’s a Grinch. I’d be too if my mama named me after a walking tree.”
“You mean Groot from Marvel. Girl, you’re stupid,” I holler, laughing so hard I almost drop my phone.
“Same difference.” She smirks, her lip tugging to the side.
“She will not suck the Christmas out of me,” I say, clapping my hands for emphasis. “I have plans: Home Alone, Almost Christmas, The Best Man Holiday, Last Holiday—I always cry when Queen Latifah realizes she’s not dying—and I’ll finish with This Christmas while eating cookies and drinking cocoa.”
“All in two days?”
“Oh no, that’s just day one.”
“Chile… you are Santa’s little elf crazy,” she says. “But at least you’re safe. I heard a storm’s coming over there. ”
“In Baton Rouge? Girl, bye. It’s been snowing, but by tomorrow morning, everything will melt. You remember a couple years ago. We barely had three hours of snow before it was nothing but muddy grass.”
“Our meteorologist—Dawson Raine, with his fine self—said otherwise.”
“Thank God he’s engaged because I think you would actually use that hall pass if he wasn’t.”
“And I will because that man is fine.”
Dayana’s always had a weakness for men with glasses. She once told me a homeless man looked like Morris Chestnut, and I’ve never recovered.
It’s not like I can judge. I’ve been the rebound more times than I can count. My last situationship swore she wasn’t ready for commitment—then found her forever love a month later. Typical. I promised myself never again.
The sound of kissing snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Day, really?”
