Stevie's P.O.V
I sat down on my bed, looking over essay papers. I groaned at the messy handwriting and doodles at the side. This gotta be professional, Steven Rashia Johnson.. I thought to myself as I tossed the papers to the side.

I laid on my back and stuffed my head into my turtle neck sweater, pouting at my self esteem. Suddenly, I heard a faint knock on my door. "You seem tired, sugar mama. Want some champagne..?" Simone's quiet assuring tone asked from the other side of the door.

"More like shame pain.." I muffled through my sweater. "Lemme come in gay kid." I giggled a little bit at my horrible nicknames she gave me.

She let herself in and sat down next to me with the bottle of champagne. "Now," she poured me some of the drink in a cheap wine glass. "What's up, sugar mama?"

"Nothing to horribly wrong.." I mumbled and took a sip of my drink. "Just me self doubting my essay again." I set the glass down and looked up, only to see Simone frowning. "I have a feeling you need a therapist.." She placed her freezing hand on my shoulder.

"I think you need a campfire!! You're cold as ice!!" I grabbed her hand and tried to warm it up. "I know, I was outside watching them get ready for tomorrow night's new year thing." She pulled out her flask and poured it into her champagne.

"I think you actually need a therapist." I raised an eyebrow at her weird mixture of a drink. "You're drinking problems are quite frightening." She shrugged at my questionable tone. "Fuccckkk itttt~." She slurred.

She set her glass down and looked at me. "Now what do you want..?" I asked in a nervous tone. "Come herreee." She motioned her hand towards her. Shit.

I crawled towards her and she pulled me into a grasp. "WHAT THE HELL SIMONE??!!" I struggled to escape as she started to release my bun. "I want your fluffiness ~" she buried her face into my hair.

I huffed as I allowed her, grabbing my phone and started scrolling through my feed.

Happy early new years.. I thought.
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So uh, happy early new years y'all. I know I said I might stop writing this book but a lovely human that goes by WelpHereItIs just won't stop being a sweetie. She mentioned me in one of their stories "Things and Stuff" (*cough* totally not sponsored *cough*). They gave me a tiny shout out to this book (the one youre reading right now, duh) and said they enjoyed it. That gave me a boost of confidence to write this part. So shout out to WelpHereItIs :). HAPPY NEW YEAR Y'ALL
-Esther

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