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Layla

Layla: 2020

Ciera “My Goodies” was blasting on the radio while Layla wrapped her natural black hair with light red undertones in a towel then reach for another one to wrap around her thick and curvy frame stepping out the shower. Her roommate, best friend and first cousin, Dejah was looking in the mirror curling her long straight shiny black hair. You think you’re gonna be ready on time Dejah asked looking at her through the mirror. “Yea I’m not doing anything extravagant, move over so I can blow dry my hair”, Dejah rolls her eyes while moving out the way “ok, I will leave you behind if you’re not ready within the hour”. “b***h I will be dressed before your makeup is done”, Layla laughed out loud flipping her best friend off. Layla parts her hair in sections trying to see if she wants her afro puffy or straight hair. Putting on the last clip to keep her hair separated, she decides to go with half curl’s half puff. Opening her coconut oil, she rubs it on her hair then grabs her big tooth blow dryer. She repeats those steps four times taking up twenty-five mins drying her hair. She moves to straightening it from her roots, parting her hair she takes a piece in that section and straighten it. Not trying to get it all the way straight, she goes back over it curling it making sure she has volume. Doing this in all sections she noticed how she was making good timing. She plaits the ends in those sections to keep the bounce in her natural hair.

Layla walks to her room removing the towel from her dry body she takes her body oil she sits on the foot of her bed and rubs it in on her feet then legs and her butt moving up to the small of her back, to her shoulders then her chest and then her belly. As she walked to her closet rubbing the last of the oil on both her arms, she smiles as she looks at all her clothes to see how she was feeling on what to wear tonight. Loving the feeling of her honey brown skin being hydrated Layla thinks of the color scheme to wear as she walked to her window opening it half-way to reveal the full moon. The moon was so beautiful. She felt as if it was pulling her towards the sky, it was a blueish gray color and it was so hypnotizing. Dejah called from the bathroom bringing Layla back to reality “hey I’m almost done in here! Are You?”. Layla walked back to her closet and grabbed her black custom-made sports bra and lacey panties. Putting them on she takes out a plain flowy grey shirt that showed half her belly, stopped at her elbows and her double D boobs looked great in. For her bottoms she put on a light blue mini skirt, short in the front long in the back that stopped at her calves. Layla felt good with this outfit matching the moon she puts on her gold moon shaped earrings and gold moon bracelet finishing it with opened toed sandals thinking a heel would have been too much. She walks back in the bathroom to see Dejah still doing her makeup, she laughs and says “if it wasn’t your Uber account, I would leave you “she laughs as she picks up her eye shadow. Choosing to go with natural colors on her eyes and choosing a deep red for her lips only applying a little because it’s the 24-hour lipstick that only can be removed with a solvent. She takes her plaits out fluffing her hair out for volume, it turned out great in her mind she looked like an African Queen, and she felt like tonight something magical could happen. She grabbed Dejah phone and ordered a ride to come in twenty minutes, putting Dejah’s phone back down she looks in the mirror one more time fluffing her hair, walks in the kitchen she poured two shots to get their pre-game started, she yelled to Dejah that their ready and took hers straight to the head grabbing two bananas she walks out the door. Decided to take the stairs peeling the first one she walks slowly down eating it slowly, once she reached the first floor, she peeled the second banana and ate that one slowly too. Walking to the trash can in the corner she tosses both peels and walks out the door going down the entrance stairs.

The moon comes out from behind the clouds, Layla begins to feel a hot sensation starting at her feet. She begins to levitate as her body begins to glow bright silver ending at the top of her head, as she feels herself blacking out and a force takes over, “I am the Queens of all Queens, A Goddess by the moon, no one can tame me but my King, a King of all Kings”. As her feet touch back on the ground the Uber pulls up. Dejah comes running out dressed in an off-the-shoulder black shirt and gold short shorts stopping just below her plump round bottom, wearing custom-made black and gold Jordans. She pushes Layla in the car closing the door behind her.