“No, not that one, "I say to Ameria as she holds up my black hoodie with the words honey written on it.
It is finally Friday meaning the night of Skyler's party.

“Oh come on girl just this one time.”

“That's what you said the last time when you took my other hoodie. Now it's still M.I.A.”

Ameria rolls her eyes, “fine”, she drops the hoodie on to hills of clothing.

“You could have just put that in the closet” I sigh.

“We gonna clean this later”, she murmurs, as she texts away on her phone.

I sigh looking at my room filled with clothes lying on the floor, and hangers that are no longer in the closet. Heels and sneakers that lay everywhere.
If my mom saw this room she would kill me, but since she's out at my aunt's for the weekend we still have plenty of time to clean up.

“Dude chill this pink castle will be cleaned up later. There is always later”

I roll my eyes since the colour of my room is pink and the word 'Princess' is written above my headboard. Ameria always teases me by calling my room a castle. Sometimes when she gets in my room she bends and says, “your highness.” Sometimes I  wish I could just change my room, but my mom won't let me. I also wish my twelve-year-old self had a brain. Why did I beg my dad to paint that word above my headboard? Just why?
I want to go back to my twelve-year-old self and slap her. For my seventeenth birthday, I'm asking my parents to redecorate my room, after all, they can't say no to my request it will be my birthday.

I walk over to the mirror picking up articles of clothing and tossing them onto my bed.
  I zip up my light blue denim jeans and smoothen out my white t-shirt. To add to the simplicity of the outfit I put on my blue denim jacket with my air forces.

I let my medium length black curls run freely. I like my hair like this, it was not at all messy it's in its natural state just the way I like it.

“Yo!” I turn to face Ameria who is  making kissy faces at her phone.
“Do I look amazing or what?” She says as she moves her phone in different angles.

Ameria wears black booty shorts that show of her plumy ass. I  Don't think AJ will approve of her look. She tops off her look with a sleeveless crop top with the words babe written on it.
She also went a little simpler with her makeup, it's more of a natural look that complements her dark brown skin tone. Her hair is styled into a sleek bun with swirly laid edges.

“Can I wear this on top?” she now holds up my black denim jacket.

“Yeah sure”

“So how's your dad?” She asks, it was honestly a surprise she rarely asks about my dad.

“Um, his still in Dubai for business, but he called me yesterday, why?” I grab my small black bag

“Just asking, he still....”

“Cheating on my mom?
probably” we walk downstairs, “God only knows what's he's doing there”

“Mhm,” Ameria simply responds she knows I hate talking about my dad. It only makes me hate him more, and hate myself for not telling my mom.

“You have the stuff right?”, she asks referring to the cannabis.

“Yeah, I was thinking we should smoke up now.”

“Agreed” she follows right behind me. I slide open the glass door revealing the luminance moon, and evergreen garden filled with marigolds and roses.

Along with the big trees that are rooted at the far ends of the garden, with their fallen dark green leaves.

Ameria takes a seat on the black patio chairs. The chair scrapes as I pull it away from the round table.
“Play some music,” I tell her as I take out the small transparent packet.
I take a strong wuff of its earthy scent and take out my purple grinder.

I begin the process of crushing the weed into smaller bits.
“Where'd you get it? From Ruby or Aaron?” she asks again referring to the weed.

“Ruby of course”, I chuckle, “Ruby's stuff just takes you to higher places.”

“bro facts”, she smiles “did you hear he might be gay?” Soft music begins to play

“Huh,” I lean in closer to her.

“Ruby might be gay?”I place the filter at the one end of the paper.
“That's what they say.”

“Who's they?”

“People in school, just randoms, you know I always know about the gossip”

“It doesn't change anything for me, whether he's gay or not I won't stop buying from him.”

“Honestly same”, Ameria turns up the volume.

Letting the lull in the conversation present it's self. She hums along to the drake lyrics

“Your obsession with this man is unhealthy.”

“What”, she shrugs her shoulders and bites her lip “it can't be that bad”

“Dude come on you follow like five Drake fan pages, you stop everything when he goes live. You not okay”

“You do the same with Arin Ray” she points a finger at me

“Hey hey hey this is about drake, not about my Arin”

“My Arin!” She starts laughing “and you say I got an obsession”

“You call drake zaddy”

“Because he is a zadddy!” she exclaims leaning forward in her seat.

“Okay teamdrizzy chill,” I laugh

I finish up rolling the joint, “pass the lighter.” Ameria slides it on the table, and I stop it just before it falls off the table.
I light the joint inhaling the smoke and then exhaling it through my nose.
As the emotional Drake song plays the joint passes between Ameria and I like a tennis match.
Not long into the smoke session,  I lean back into my chair relaxing into the seat. I tilt my head back staring at the moon as it glows brighter with every blink I take. The gloomy drake song transitions into a slow low crash cymbal beat.

“Now that I am sober,” Ameria sings and laughs in the process.

I unwillingly start tapping my foot to the beat.

Ameria's chair scrapes the floor as she gets up from the seat.
She starts swaying her hips with her hands in the air.
“Bitch come dance with me”, she pulls on to my hand. I arise from the seat and sway my hips to the song too. I close my eyes and let myself get lost into the melody of the song.

Tonight I am present, tonight my untamed thoughts are tamed. Tonight I am living in the moment. That's the best part about the kush it puts my mind at ease.
“Ayyyy yes girl,” I open my eyes to the sound of Ameria cheering me on. She holds her iPhone in her hand and points it at me.

“Are you taking a video?” I stop dancing

She nods her head stating a yes.
“Well, in that case,” I start smiling “hey bitches!” I yell at the camera.

Ameris starts laughing her exotic laugh causes a domino effect and I burst out laughing.

I clap my hands and Ameria throws her head back.
“Why... we... laughing?" I snicker

“I don't know maybe it's because you randomly said hey bitches” Ameria places her hand on her stomach.

“What I didn't know what to say honestly cameras ain't for me.”

“It was just so random”
she calms down.

“Don't judge me I take a seat again.”

“Chill I'm not,” she smirks and wipes off the tear that rolls down her face.
“We dumb honestly,” she sits on the table.

The song transcends again this time it's Aaliyah singing her heart out. The slow melodic song gets interrupted by a high pitched ting
Ameria smiles widely, so wide that her dimples show.
I stand up and look over her shoulder, “who is Deshawn and why is he texting you red hearts?”

She quickly exits Messenger and jumps off the table “no one” she clings on her phone.

"If it's no one why did you react like that?”

“Like what?”She shrugs her shoulders.

“Like you hiding something, you playing with AJ aren't you?”

“Oh come on”, she rolls her eyes placing her phone on the table. This time it lies on its screen so that I can't see anything.

“You totally hiding something, don't worry I won't tell AJ.” I sigh

I don't understand Ameria and AJ's relationship. What's the use of being together if you going to cheat on each other.

“Thank you”
“Is this Deshawn guy cute at least?”
“Of course,” she takes her phone off the table and starts scrolling through her phone.

She then Shows me a picture of a boy with almond green eyes, and dark brown skin that glistens under the sun. In the picture, his head is tilted to the side showing off his sharp jawline. His hair is neatly cut into an almost perfect fade. His shirtless showing off his detailed sixpack. The scenery behind him is off the blue ocean, he is serious no smile or no tongue out. His lips look so moist making me want to kiss them. He almost looks like a greek god the only thing that makes him unattractive is his button nose.

“He's alright,” I say immediately after looking at his nose.

“Pfff girl please his a meal.”
“Not a complete meal look at that nose.”

Ameria starts laughing “you guys actually have a similar nose, besides you just saying that cause you feel insecure about yours.”
I roll my eyes “maybe, so how you gonna keep this from AJ?”

“Easy just keep my phone next to me at all times.”

“Mhm,” I simply hum

“You got a better idea?”

“Nope and when you guys start fighting again don't drag me into it”

“I won't”

Her phone tings again, “we have to go its Skyler she's wondering where we are”

“Tell her we coming, let me go get my bag.”

I stand up and immediately want to sit down again. My legs buckle a bit.

“You can't even walk anymore.” Ameria laughs

“Shut up I'm too relaxed”
“More like too baked we not even at the party yet.”

“Shut up,” I laugh
“And isn't that your bag?” She points at my bag that sits against the glass door.

“Okay, maybe I'm a little too baked.” I giggle

“This weed is trippy AF,” Ameria says between laughs.
“Dude,” I say back.

I grab my bag and just as I am about to close the glass door. I give the moon one last look. Something about its fullness and luminances just pulls me like the tides of the ocean. It's so perfect along with the surrounding sparkling stars

“Is it just me or the moon just became as bright as the sun.”
Ameria turns to face the night sky.

“it's definitely blinding now,” it's probably the joint she shrugs her shoulders.

I close the glass door and the curtains, saying my goodbye to the moon.