"So, what you wearing to the party tonight?", Paris asks as she swiftly looks through her wardrobe in her walk-in closet in her room.
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I shrugged as I crisscrossed my legs in Paris yellow bean bag chair as I thumbed through a YO! Magazine while Paris CD player played New Edition's Mr. Telephone Man played in the background softly.
"I don't know honestly" I answered. "I thought about wearing some shorts and a Bandeau and putting my hair into a bun.
"Mmmm...sounds cute", Paris says as she continued looking through her closet. "I need Melissa to hurry up and get here though I am so glad you are back"
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"Yea I never thought I'd admit it, but it feels kind of good to be back in Compton", I admitted before smiling to myself. "Like I made great friends in Oakland and even met a guy but I... -"
"A guy?", Paris quickly turned around as she raised an eye brow, smirking.
"...Yeah Paris...a guy", I gave a small chuckle, looking at her sideways.
"What's his name and what he looks like... he fine?", she asked as she grabbed a white sheer chiffon top out the closet and a pair of white jeans.
"Umm.... well his name Is Terrance", I smiled as Paris plopped her small frame down on the bed and staring at me.
"...And?"
"He's really tall... he has a gorgeous smile and he is really sweet. He played football for Oakland high".
Paris frowned, "That's it?"
"What you mean Is that it?" I said as I jerked my head back. "What else you expect me to say about him. I mean he graduated and he got a lot of full scholarship opportunities for college"