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August 19, 2015 – Houston, Texas

Beija was the first to get off the bus when the caravan reached the downtown Houston area. She was more than happy to be home—despite all of the things she had done throughout the summer, the places she had been, and the things she got to experience, nothing would compare to being back home. It helped a lot that they would have a day to themselves to properly rest up and get ready for the corresponding show on Friday. Beija had only one plan she wanted to fulfill, and that was to see her friends and family.

Once everyone was checked in and settled, Beija had notified everyone that she’d be gone for the majority of the day. She caught the metro and began to traverse the city in the only way she knew how. It’d be a little bit to make her way from downtown to her neighborhood on the southwest side of town, but it’d be well worth it when she was able to see her friends.

As she sat on the bus, she heard her phone ring, and she pulled it out to see Omari’s number flash across the screen. Smiling, she swiped the talk feature and put the phone to her ear. “Hi there,” She greeted softly as she leaned back in her seat.

“What’s up, babygirl? You made it to Houston already?” He asked.

“I just got here. About to go visit my girls and have a self-care day,” She explained. She had yet to have a day to really pamper herself, and she knew she needed it.

“That’s good, I hope you have a good time. How has everything been with work?” He asked. “By the way, I still have to give you your gift for becoming an A&R when you finally come home to me,” He reminded, and she let out a small giggle. “What?” He chuckled.

“That was just cute. ‘When you finally come home to me.’ That was...oddly comforting to me,” B looked out the window to make sure that she would make it to the right stop.

“Let me find out you flattered and shit,” Beija couldn’t help but to playfully roll her eyes as her cheeks began to heat, listening to his laughter. “But why wouldn’t I say that? You know I miss you,” He said, and she could almost hear the smirk in his tone.

“You miss me sleeping in the bed with you while I was on break. Don’t be tryna spit game,” She warned, causing another laugh from the male.

“Ain’t nobody spitting no game, girl. I don’t have to when I know you’re gonna be my lady soon,” She bit at her lip at the sound of his drawl, shaking her head slowly.

“Mm-hm, sure. If you gonna try to court me, you better keep it up even when you get me. I’m no basic girl, you know,” She reminded.

“I know that, baby. Why you think I shot my shot when I did? I’d be dumb not to,” He said. “But I’m gonna let you go. Enjoy your day with your girls, okay? Be safe,” He concluded.

“You too! I’ll call you later tonight,” She promised.

“I’ll look forward to that, B,” The two hung up soon after, and she shook her head as she bit into the inside of her cheek softly, trying to calm her own embarrassment. She almost hated the way he made her feel, but she was slowly learning to allow things to naturally evolve between them. Deep down, she was ready to go home and be with him just as much.

Some bus layovers later, she was back on her side of town, and she exited the bus and waited at the park and ride within her area. Some moments later, a truck pulled up and parked, and a young lady hopped out of it before running around the car. “Beija!”

“Oh my God!” The girls screamed before they shared a tight and loving embrace, rocking side to side as they hugged. “Lauren, I missed you,” She cooed.

“I missed you more!” The young woman gushed. “Come on, let’s go—Ayana and Sara are waiting on us,” Lauren led Beija to the truck before helping her into the passenger’s seat.

Lauren was one of Beija’s best friends growing up—the group of women consisted of four, but the two of them were inseparable; they were born in the same hospital room, stayed neighbors for most of their lives, and even graduated high school together. It was only when Beija moved up to New York and Lauren stayed down in Houston that they didn’t spend as much time together. But they talked on the phone often and every other summer Lauren came up to New York to spend time with her best friend. The woman was pretty, much like Beija but her toffee complexion seemed to contrast to Beija’s dark brown skin. She was a little taller and her hair was a light brown. She was skinnier than Beija as well, but still held some formidable womanly curves.

“Okay, so you gotta tell me what’s been going on with you, girl. What’s the touring been like?” Lauren asked while she drove.

“Girl, nothing but work but I can’t complain. Once I get off tour everything will be a bit smoother. But I wouldn’t change it for the world. Everything has been amazing,” B smiled as she spoke.

“That’s amazing, B. I’m so proud of you, mama,” Lauren chuckled as they turned into a parking lot—there was a hair and nail salon that stood before them. “But you done got all grown on me! You glowing and shit,” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“Girl, I’ll tell you about it when we get inside,” B laughed softly before Lauren parked the car. Once the two exited the truck, they headed inside the hair salon.

The salon seemed to almost be a hub space of sorts, full of women of all colors but predominately black. While some were getting deep conditioning or perms, others were getting fresh sew-in weaves or braids. There were even some women who were maintaining their fades. Laughter, gossip and deep conversation filled the air like fine spices, and the smell of Beija’s favorite chicken was also lingering in the air. Black art hung on the walls like historic relics, and the soft sounds of the city’s easy listening and adult contemporary station played like a soundtrack to a movie. It was something like a safe space for women and women of color especially, and it was a staple of Beija’s childhood. She could remember her mother bringing her here so many years ago, and she still got her hair done here to this day if she didn’t feel like doing her own hair.

“Beija? Hey!” B looked up and saw the third and fourth of her four musketeers, and she smiled as she approached the Hispanic woman and gave her a tight hug. “When did you get back?”

“I got in like an hour ago. How’s it going Sara?” B smiled a bit at the beauty before she looked down at the last of her friendship circle, who was currently getting her hair rolled up. “What’s up, Yana? I see you still getting curls like an old church mother,” She joked.

“You already talkin’ shit, I’m tired,” The girl’s voice was small and full of warmth, and B couldn’t help but to laugh as she paused to give her a hug.

Sara and Ayana were the second half of the friendship group that Beija had been a part of for many years. Sara, like Lauren and Beija, was a Houston native and the epitome of the term ‘Tex-Mex.’ Her parents were immigrants from Mexico and spoke very little English, and when Sara, Lauren and Beija met in middle school, the girl was shy and knew only a bit of English herself. But with time she broke out of her shell and became the ‘mom friend’ amongst the four. With her pale skin and dark red hair, she looked way more intimidating that she actually was. She was slender and short, and nowadays couldn’t be seen without her pearly white smile.

Ayana was actually from Miami—she moved down to Houston when Beija was a high school freshman. The two became friends because Beija took up for Ayana, who always seemed to be the target of bullying. Despite her black heritage, it was hard to tell with her vitiligo. Kids could be cruel to her, which explains her ever-set soft spoken ways. But she was probably the kindest and most intelligent soul one could come across. She was tall and model-like, with big grey eyes and full lips. Her hair was thick and lengthy, and despite how athletically built she was, she was still pretty much a dainty and girly dresser.

Once Beija embraced all the familiar faces she knew, she sat down for a deep conditioning and a braiding of her hair. She figured the rest of the tour, she wouldn’t have to deal with the stress of doing her hair. Once the beautician washed her hair and detangled it, she was sent under the dryer next to Lauren.

“Okay, so are you gonna tell me now why you lookin’ all glowed up?” Beija glanced over at Lauren as the woman spoke. “Who you been talking to, huh?” She teased.

“You have a boyfriend?” Ayana asked, a bit of excitement in her voice. “Finally, Beija has found her someone,” She said happily.

“Oh Lord—guys, slow down,” Beija began to laugh. “I mean...yeah, I did meet a guy. And I like him a lot,” She admitted.

“Is it the cute guy from Instagram?” Sara asked, scrolling through her phone. “Or are you dating that Omen guy from Dreamville? I heard that was just a rumor,” Sara stayed on the blogs and tabloids, so Beija wasn’t surprised that she knew that.

“Girl, please. Damon is like a brother. If you’re talking about the dark skinned guy, then yeah. That’s Omari,” Beija explained.

“Oh! He’s cute!” Ayana commented once Sara showed a picture of him on her phone. “He looks like a model. I taught you well,” She beamed.

“Here comes the hopeless romantic,” Lauren giggled. “But I won’t lie, I’m happy for you too. I thought you were gonna be curving guys for the rest of your damn life,” She shook her head.

“Hey! I don’t be curving like that! ...Do I?” Beija wondered.

“Yes!” The other three women said in unison before they began to laugh. Beija shook her head before she playfully pouted, crossing her arms.

“Are y’all serious? I swear I don’t try to be rude like that,” She explained.

“Of course it’s not intentional, BB. But you know how you are—you always been focused on your goals, which is a good thing,” Sara pointed out. “Hopefully this guy is the guy that will really try to compliment who you are,” She said.

“Mhm! Or else you’ll walk all over him. Like you did Montel,” Lauren teased, speaking of Beija’s first and only boyfriend so far. The two dated from high school but Beija promptly dumped him due to ‘not feeling fulfilled.’

“Oh goodness—he still talks about you to this day. How you crushed his spirit. He been trying to find another you ever since. It’s crazy,” Yana commented.

“I doubt it’s that bad, y’all. He just be playing,” Beija downplayed.

“Girl! Please. Boy is straight crazy over you—guys be sweating you heavy, you just be blissfully ignorant,” Sara chuckled.

“Which is good, actually. Imagine if our girl was like one of them cocky ass pretty girls. I wouldn’t be able to deal,” Lauren shook her head. “1,000 unread messages headass,” She teased.

“Oh, bye! I’ll never take that route,” Beija laughed softly.

After the girls got their hair done, they moved to the nail salon and spa, where they all conversed and continued to catch up over facials, eyebrow threading, manicures and pedicures. Once they had successfully primped up, the four went out to a late lunch at their favorite Greek spot. After that they disbanded, leaving only Lauren and Beija. Lauren opted to drive Beija back to her hotel instead of making her take the bus, which was fine with B because she needed her girl’s advice.

“Lauren,” Beija began, and Lauren turned down her music before glancing over at her friend. “You’re my girl, yeah? And you’ll tell me the truth,” She assumed.

“Uh, duh girl. You’re my sister, not just my girl. I’m gonna keep it real—what’s up?” She asked.

The truck soon rolled to a stop as they began to hit up some evening traffic. “I got this...problem. Well, it’s not really a problem, but yeah. See, you know how I been working for Dreamville and everything, and everything’s been great, but...” She trailed off.

“Is something going wrong business wise?” Lauren asked, and Beija shook her head. “So it’s personal...”

“I’ve become really good friends with Jermaine,” Beija revealed.

“Oh...oh! Wait—J. Cole? Like, your high school celebrity crush J. Cole? ‘In the Morning’ is probably your favorite song of all time, J. Cole—girl, okay!” Lauren began to laugh.

“Shut—shut up!” Beija frowned as she was reminded of her childhood crush, shaking the feeling off before she huffed impatiently. “Be serious! This might be a real issue. Like we’re super close...but I don’t know if I am doing the right thing by being this close to him,” She said.

“I mean, y’all just friends right? I know he’s married now, so you gotta be careful about some of the things you two may do or say,” Lauren warned.

“It might be too late for that. He told me he liked me—like, to my face Lauren. He said that,” Beija watched Lauren shift in her seat, and she sighed softly. “We actually stopped talking for like, months—because you know me. I don’t want to cause any trouble. I literally can’t handle that,” She added.

“I know, I know. So what made you talk to him again?” Lauren asked.

“He came to me. And he was telling me he missed our friendship and he missed me. And I felt the same so we just patched up the argument we had and promised we wouldn’t cross any lines. But I don’t know,” B frowned.

“Do you not trust him? Or...hm,” Lauren twisted her lips to the side.

“What? L, don’t hold out on me. I need every ounce of advice I can get,” Beija practically begged for some sage words.

“I want you to be honest with me, B. I won’t judge you—but is there a possibility that you have feelings for Jermaine? And maybe you feel guilty about it?” Lauren asked.

“What? N-no! I could never let that happen. He’s married, Lo. I couldn’t do that to him or to his wife, even if she does have a stank ass attitude with me,” Beija furrowed her brows at the thought of Melissa, and how the woman treated her at J’s birthday party.

“I didn’t ask what you let happen, B. I asked how does your heart feel. What is it like when you two are together?” Lauren asked.

“I just...it’s different. It’s like I can let my guard down around him. He’s really funny...in that dickheaded kind of way,” B huffed before laughing to himself. “He’s smart as fuck. Really charming when he feels like it. And when he laughs it’s weird. He has a weird laugh, it’s almost this deep and robust kind of laugh—it makes the dumbest joke seem like comedic gold. And when he looks at me...it’s weird,” She explained.

“Oh, girl...” Lauren mumbled almost mournfully.

“Lauren...don’t,” B shook her head.

“You don’t! You’re in denial but you just made him sound like somethin’ out of a romantic comedy. Your mind may know what the deal is but your heart...girl, you like him. And he likes you back. This is all bad,” Lauren sighed. “What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. Because I don’t like him like that. He’s a great friend and he makes me happy, but I can’t like a married man. Period. I’m going to be his friend, and when I get back to New York I’m gonna work on things with Omari, and that’s all there is to it,” Beija sat back in her seat, seemingly made up within her own mind.

“Well...I see you’re not gonna face the truth,” Lauren chuckled before she shook her head. “All I can hope is that you know what you’re doing. Because I’d hate to be you on the morning you wake up and realize that you’re in love with J. Cole.”

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