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Nisey's (NEE-SEE) Face Claim: Your Personal Preference
Karsonique's (Car-Suh-Nick) Face Claim: Your Personal Preference
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BY THE TIME NIQUE CAME BACK I WAS DOZING OFF.
"Wake up, shawty."
"I wasn't sleep," I grumble rubbing my eyes. She hands me a Dairy Queen bag and a blizzard. "Thank you." We eat in silence as I watch the boring t.v. Her on her phone, of course.
A noise breaks my gaze from the television. Nique had took the top off of her blizzard and blatantly dipped her burger into it before taking a bite.
I grimace. "Ew." But, I quickly shut my mouth and fix my face when she looks at me. It's that stupid glare.
Instead of saying something like, "Shut up before I shoot you," she says, "Aye, don't knock it til you try it." I shake my head but she ushers me. "Try it."
I reluctantly pull the top off of my ice cream before doing as she had done, dipping my burger. I take a tiny bite, my face disgusted. But, it quickly turned to surprise and I took a bigger bite.
"Yeahhh, it's good ain't it?"
I raise my eyebrows as I nod eagerly.
"See, I told you. And you gone make that ugly face at me 'cause I did it. Now look at you. You got ice cream all on yo chin and shit."
I quickly wipe my mouth before taking another bite.
"How old you is?" she asks.
"17, but I turn 18 next week."
"Oh, for real? What you was gone do for yo birthday."
I shrug. "Ion know. I usually spend it with my mom. We sit in her room and eat cake."
"That's it?"
"Yeah."
"Every year?"
"Pretty much."
"That's boring."
I shrug. "What do you do for your birthday?"
"Shittt," she drags out. "I get litt. Me and my homies go to the club, drank a lil Hennessy, smoke, and at the end, I get me a lil yeah yeah to smash but my favorite part? Gettin' ta eat my cake while she ride." She runs a hand down her face with a smile. "For yo' birthday let me take you out. We can do allat shit and I'll get you a girl."
I smile genuinely. "Nah, I'm cool. I'd rather spend it with my mom."
"Damn, Youn want no biddy in yo lap? You finna turn 18 you gotta get litty."
I shake my head. "That's not my kind of thing."
She stares at me in silence before poking her bottom lip out and nodding her head. "I get it. I respect the love you got for ya ma dukes."
