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searching for buildings was harder than i thought. it reminded me of why i'd been thugging it out with the one i have. this shit is stressful. especially when i want a specific area instead of too close or too far from my own place.
i do not want my shop to be close to my home. for safety reasons and economic reasons. my apartment isn't exactly where high demand is for my type of servicing. the homes, yea. because renting an apartment is high as shit now.
but hair services, demand is everything of low. the area is pretty palm colored, and nothing i do will benefit them.
i was looking at buildings on my own even though id told beyoncé to help me. she has her own shit going on, i just don't want it to be on her. i can get it done myself if it all boils down.
plus, a backup is always needed. i just couldn't let her know i was doing this or she would get upset. she's already handling the owners of my old building, not letting me give two cents. all it took was for me to say they were tripping about the ceiling, and my phone was removed from my hand just as fast.
she was working working. and these last two days were full of face time calls and quick passings. she wanted me at her house so bad. if i didn't know she had a lot going on, i would. but i don't want to disturb her in any way.
apparently there's something that she can't tell me. so i don't even want to stay under her because i know im gonna think about it too much to the point where im annoying her. and i would really hate to argue over my wondering mind. it'll be pointless.
i huffed gripping my hair in my hands dramatically as my phone rang, annoying me. when i'm stressed, i hate being bothered.
"yes, nicole?"
"bestiiiee, i miss yoouu. are you upset with me?" i could hear the pout in her voice, making me roll my eyes at her extras. maybe we're just meant to be best of friends. she's stressing over me being upset with her, then i'm just stressed... "bestie baby."
"i'm not upset with you lo." i shook my head. lowkey i was, but telling her that wouldn't do any justice. we hadn't been around one another like we usually were. she had my brother under her nose and i was stuck under beyonce's.
that girl has my heart and everything else.
"can i come see you please?"
i chuckled. right when i was about to respond, i heard noise coming from the front of my apartment. my face dropped. she called to ask if she could come see me, whole time she's already here. that's beyonce at its finest.
"now what if i would've walked out and snapped your neck?"
"you wouldn't." the phone hung up and she came inside my room full of smiles. i couldn't help but to smile back at her. my bestie looked so pretty. her skin was glowing, hair looked amazing while natural, and them hips.....
