Deja looked down at Renee’s feet, cause you got on fuckin heels, what are you on?”
We all laughed.
“Listen, ho…beauty is pain, and I didn’t know we were about to do all this walking after the spa.”
We continued to laugh at Renee as we walked back to the truck and headed to Kenya’s house. On the way there, I checked in with my man, making sure he wasn’t getting too stressed out during his secret planning, and asked him to order some Chinese for when I get home. It was crazy that he sent me back a screenshot showing that he had placed an order a few hours ago to be delivered later that night for me.
The way he knew me was like no other.
The ride to Kenya’s house was quieter than the rest of the day. We had been moving around since that morning, and it was finally catching up to everybody like we were some damn kids.
The second we walked through her front door, our bags went in different areas, so we knew what belonged to whom, and our shoes got kicked off.
Renee stretched out across one couch, Deja laid her ass on the floor, while I curled up on the other end of the sectional, while Kenya disappeared into the kitchen.
“I am making us some cold drinks,” Kenya yelled from the kitchen. “Don’t nobody fall asleep.”
“Mmhhmm…” we all responded at the same time. I don’t know about them, but my eyes were already closed.
When I opened my eyes again, the TV was on low, Renee was snoring, Deja was still on the floor with her mouth wide open, and Kenya was scrolling through her phone.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Almost seven.”
“Seven p.m.?” I yelled at her while I looked outside.
Kenya nodded. “I told y’all not to fall asleep.”
We got Deja and Renee up and spent the next almost two hours getting ready to go to the club.
Each one of us took turns fixing each other’s hair and touching up our makeup
I had to change three damn times, not liking anything that I was put on, not realizing I was gaining a lil’ bit of weight.
By the time we walked outta the house, I almost didn’t want to go. I was tired all over again, but I kept my thoughts to myself and put a smile on my face.
The club was live by the time we got there, inside and out. We cuffed arms and walked through the crowd, and made it to the door. Kenya handled the reservation, and they let us right in and led us straight to our section.
Once we were able to sit down, I got myself some water and texted Love, letting him know where we were.
The music was hitting. The lights were flashing, we were in our section having a time to ourselves. They got a few bottles here and there by some niggas all over the club, but we didn’t pay it no mind. We cracked a smile and continued enjoying ourselves.
We took a lot of pictures and videos, and Deja had the DJ congratulate me. I was all smiles, feeling like me and Love was finally on the last lap of the rest, and the finish line was close.
After a while of us dancing and shit, I started to slow down. My feet were hurting, my back was hurting, and I wanted nothing more than to be in bed with my man.
“Y’all,” I said, getting their attention. “I think I’ma call me a car to take me home. I am tired.”
They looked at each other a smile.
“You don’t have to do that,” Kenya said. “I’ll call the drive to come get you and he can come back for us later.”
I nodded and took a seat letting Kenya handle it.
A few minutes passed and Kenya looked over at me.
“He’s about to pull up.”
