"Yup, I finished my braids and puttin' the beads in," you responded as Connie chuckled softly over the phone.
"Oh shit, you over here gettin' stuff done, lemme clear the way for a playa," he joked as you giggled, swinging your knotless box braids over your shoulder, the beaded ends clinking together.
"Ahhh, you know what it isssss," you sat your phone down, putting it on speaker as you slightly modeled your outfit in the mirror.
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(Your outfit, feel free to imagine something else)
"You got your bag? We gon' be there for like...3 days," Connie asked as you scoffed.
"Boy, I got enough outfits, shoes, bags, and accessories for every situation. Where are we goin' anyways?" You asked.
"I'm not tellin' you, girl! You just nosy like...ew," he spoke as you gasped dramatically, making him laugh on the other end.
"Relax, it'll be fine. Just have yo' pretty ass ready when I pull up, aight?" You rolled your eyes, your glossy lips pursed in a smile.
"Fiiiiiine," you replied, hanging up the phone. You twirled around your room, hugging your chest with a smile on your face before flipping back on your bed, giggling to yourself.
