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"Ew, orange?" Kiara cringed as she picked up the box of orange hair dye while Vida rinsed her hair after waiting 45 minutes like it said on the box. "I thought you were gonna keep the brown?"

"I've never done orange," Vida replied, smiling to herself as she watched the orange colored water running through the drain in the sink.

"You're gonna look like Ed Sheeran."

"No ima look like Lindsay Lohan," Vida corrected, fighting the urge to smack the shit out of Kiara because she was already skeptical enough about the orange hair color, and Kiara wasn't helping.

But after reading Fezco's letter last night, where he said she should dye her hair orange next, she said fuck it and drove to the beauty supply store the next morning to buy some orange hair dye and also some brown hair dye in case she didn't like it so she could dye it back to the color she currently had.

She thought him saying they could match was cute, and she was dead ass praying to herself that her hair would turn out good so she could send him some new pictures.

Vida really just wanted an excuse to send him new pictures, because his compliments were so cute and heartwarming, and he was cute telling her he looked at her pictures every day.

He was really sweet, and she found herself giggling every time he flirted with her. Shit, she had butterflies in her stomach when she opened Fezco's letter, literally straight after checking her mail, not even waiting til she was back in her apartment and straight up reading his letter in the mailroom before going up to the apartment and reading it a few more times.

"Oh yeah, she's hot. Mackinsleigh just went ginger though so watch her say something about you copying her later," Kiara laughed, reminding Vida that they were going out for girls night tonight.

It was Saturday, and Vida didn't work Saturdays, so usually she just stayed home and watched TV or went to get her nails done if needed, but there were some days that she went out with her friends...plus Mackinsleigh.

If she was being honest, she could not fucking stand Mackinsleigh sometimes.

"She's delusional Kiki," Vida rolled her eyes to herself, standing up straight once the water ran clear in the sink, meaning that all the dye was out.

"Okayyy it doesn't look bad," Kiara spoke first, reaching up to touch Vida's wet hair.

"Let me blow dry it before I decide if I hate or love it," Vida said as she brushed through it, plugging the hair dryer on the sink counter into the outlet by the mirror.

"Kay, don't take too long, we need to hit the store," Kiara advised her.

"Again?" Vida asked. It felt like they had been going to the store a lot lately, Kiara was always buying shit, thanks to her sugar daddy.

I mean, how else was she gonna afford to spoil her man while he's incarcerated?

"Wayne sent me money again," Kiara smiled. "And I'm sending Jojo a package tomorrow and I wanna fill up the box."

Kiara sent Jojo monthly packages, filled with basic hygiene products and different junk foods and plain, solid colored clothes, and any extra things he would ask for.

"Ask Wayne if he's looking for any more sugar babies," Vida joked before shooing Kiara out of the bathroom and closing the door behind her to blow dry her hair, not wanting Kilo to hear because he was scared of the blow drier.

After blow dry/brushing her hair so it came out straight, Vida stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes as she adjusted her hair, parting it in different ways and putting it up in a makeshift ponytail to see how it looked.

"You're fucking stupid Kiki, I don't look like Ed Sheeran!!" Vida laughed out loud as she let her hair back down and fixed it real quick, smiling at her reflection because whew, who wouldn't smile at their reflection looking like her?

Fezco was right. She pulled off the whole ass rainbow.

She couldn't wait to come home and really do her hair so she could take a picture and add it to the letter she was gonna write back to him throughout her day.

"Let me see then Daphne," Kiara giggled as Vida walked out of the bathroom, turning slightly to show off her ginger hair. "Okayyy, fuck it up Lois."

Vida just laughed and flipped her off, grabbing Kilo's leash off the couch. "Ima take Kiki with us by the way." 

Kiara scoffed, "I thought I was Kiki?"

"You both are. But Kilo's cuter than you so he gets the nickname in this moment," Vida explained before calling out for Kilo, listening to him and his lil footsteps make their way into the living room.

"Yeah whatever."

"Plus he doesn't make fun of my ginger hair," Vida added, scooping Kilo up in her arms to give him a kiss and clasp his leash onto his collar.

"Wait," Kiara laughed at the realization as she stared at Vida. "Did you go ginger because a certain someone who's been flirting with you through prison letters is ginger?"

Vida glanced over at Kiara, who smiled tauntingly.

"No bitch, I just haven't done orange yet," She lied with an eye roll. "I wanna do the whole rainbow."

"You haven't done green or blue or pink," Kiara listed off with a shit eating smile on her face.

"I'm going in order with the rainbow bitch now shut the fuck up," Vida snapped nicely as she put Kilo down. "Let's go babe."

"Hopefully you'll finally find him a dad on our night out," Kiara flashed her another taunting smile before laughing.

Vida just ignored her as she grabbed her purse off the couch, not going along with Kiara's ongoing joke about finding Kilo a dad.

She once said Bryan could be his dad, then he would be a father of two. Kilo didn't like that idea, and also didn't like Bryan or the fact that he tried to take his cheeseburger from him once so he bit the fuck out of him.

Bryan's kept his distance from the puppy ever since, jumping out of Vida's bed every time Kilo hopped on to cuddle his mom, Vida rolling her eyes when Bryan begged her to put him on the floor.

She wasn't about to put her baby on the floor for Bryan, I mean, would he put his baby on the floor for her? No, exactly.

So she told him to either stop being a bitch or walk his ass out her door and across the hall, scoffing to herself when he just got back into her bed, making uneasy eye contact with Kilo, who laid in between the two and rested his head against Vida's back.

"Wassup, y'all headin out?"

Speaking of the devil.

Vida looked over at Bryan from watching Kiara lock the door after they exited the apartment, now watching as he exited his own with a trash bag and his keys.

"Yeah, we're gonna go shoppingggg," Vida smiled as he leaned on for a side hug.

"New hair?" Bryan asked and gave her a funny look.

"Yeah, isn't it cute?" Vida laughed as he picked up a piece of her hair.

"Yeah, shit's getting crazy though. You should go back to blonde," Bryan suggested.

"Noo, I'll literally kill my hair doing blonde again," Vida explained, watching as he threw his trashbag in the trash chute for their floor and then continued to follow them. "Where you going?"

"On my way to pick up Emily," He replied. Emily was his three year old daughter, he was a teen dad. "You wanna come chill with us later?"

Vida thought about it for a second, following behind Kiara as she walked down the hall, texting their girls groupchat about Vida and Bryan while Bryan trailed behind them towards the elevator.

Vida was great with kids, she loved them. Except when they cried or when they screamed or when they were brats or when they pulled her hair because babies like to pull hair for some reason.

So she liked hanging out with Bryan and his kid...mostly for the kid, but he often got the wrong idea. Homeboy thought she was tryna play stepmom, and he would tell Emily to call Vida her mom.

Vida hated that, and she felt like it was super disrespectful towards her actual mom. But it was so hard rejecting Bryan because he was so persistent, she had to stop herself from smacking him sometimes. Or making Kilo bite him again.

"She can't, we're going out tonight," Kiara answered for Vida and glanced back at Bryan. "Unless you wanna come?"

"Nah, I got Emily for the night so I can't," Bryan sighed as he stepped into the elevator behind the two girls and Kilo. "Wish I could though."

Vida stared at her feet for a few seconds, smiling at the way Kilo sat himself right on her feet. She glanced over at Bryan, catching him staring at her and making him smile at being caught.

He gave her a once over before he cleared this throat, "You look good though. Don't be out there talking to no boys and shit tonight."

Vida let out a laugh at that, shaking her head. He didn't have to worry about her talking to any guys when she went out. He was gonna have to worry about her writing to one, at every time of the day.

"You're stupid, shut up before I make Kiki bite you," Vida told him, making Kiara look up from her phone in confusion before she realized she was talking abour Kilo.

"Mhm. Ima text you in a bit. And for real, do blonde again. That shit was hot, your best color no doubt," Bryan told her as the elevator stopped at the ground floor, the door opening.

He leaned in and placed a quick kiss on her cheek before he nodded at Kiara and walked out of the elevator and into the parking lot.

Vida mentally rolled her eyes at the suggestion. Why was he so set on her going blonde again? His babymama's a blonde.

"You guys are so weird. Like you're seriously so awkward," Kiara laughed as she and Vida got into Vida's car.

"Shut up and hold my child," Vida said and placed Kilo in her lap.

"Are you guys that awkward when he's balls deep inside you?" Kiara asked.

"That man has never been balls deep inside me," Vida scoffed with a laugh. "Stroke game weak as fuck."

"But you still fuck him," Kiara pointed out.

"Yeah, cause I can actually fuck people. Since, you know, my man's not in prison," Vida flashed her a smile as she started her car.

"Fuck you," Kiara scoffed. "Get at Andre, he gives big dick energy."

"I'm not homie hopping. Ew. And it's only awkward because you're weird, we're better not in your presence," Vida told her.

"Right, so you can fuck."

Vida gave in with a sigh as she pulled out of her parking spot, "Yeah, so we can fuck."

"Better be using protection with him, unless you wanna be the second babymama," Kiara told her.

"Girl trust, we use condoms every time. And I'm on birth control," Vida assured her, although she hadn't been with Bryan in a good minute and she was fine. "You gonna let Jojo go raw when he gets out?"

"Duhh, I'm tryna have his kids asap," Kiara laughed. "He only has like a year left, I'm so excited. Hope you don't mind him staying at our place with me, he doesn't have anywhere to go."

"Why would I mind?" Vida laughed. "We're good as long as he doesn't steal my shit."

Kiara rolled her eyes at that, since Jojo was in prisom for armed robbery. She loved to clown on Vida because her penpal was an accessory to murder, calling him a murder when he wasn't, but she couldn't take the heat if Vida brought up her klepto ass boyfriend.

Speaking of Kiara's klepto ass boyfriend, here he was pulling slim jims out of his pants after stealing them from some inmate he didn't like.

Fezco peeked up at him from where he got changed into some black pants and a solid navy blue shirt. He missed his colorful shirts and polos, as prisoners could only wear solid colors.

"Yo, you never learn, huh?" Fezco let out a dry laugh as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"I never starve either," Jojo smirked as he threw a few slim jims onto Fezco's bed.

"Nah, these was in yo pants, all close to yo dick and shit," Fezco scoffed.

"Bro they're sealed. Be grateful," Jojo scoffed back before ripping a meat stick open.

"I am grateful, hella, trust. But like, put em in yo shoes next time or sum," Fezco suggested, shoving the slim jims under his pillow. "Thanks."

"You tryna hit the weight room?" Jojo asked as he bit into his slim jim.

"Right now? I was tryna do some homework," Fezco told him.

"Man, you got 20 years to get your GED, what's your rush?" Jojo laughed. "You prolly won't even need it, you finna be like, 40 when you get outta here."

"Maybe I'll get out a lil earlier or sum," Fezco shrugged his shoulders. "Earliest is 10 years."

"Still a long ass time, kid," Jojo reasoned. "Yo girl gonna hold it down for maybe 20 years?"

Fezco's eyes flickered up to meet Jojo's, who raised his eyebrows in question. He didn't even bother asking what girl, because he knew Jojo was talking about Vida.

"She ain't my girl, and even if she was...I don't expect her to," Fezco said. "Das 20 years of her life. She could go and fall in love wit someone else and have a family instead of waiting for me, and she should."

"That's how you feel? Dead ass?" Jojo asked Fezco in disbelief.

No. That's not how Fezco felt...if he were in that situation.

"Let's say you and her end up falling in lov–"

"We're just friends, man."

"Let's say you and her become more than friends," Jojo continued. "And you fall in love with her. You gonna be alright when she stops writing to you cause she's fucking with some dude out there?"

No.

"I mean, do I got a choice?" Fezco mumbled, keeping his act up. "I'm locked up for 20 fucking years, bro."

"Shit, you right," Jojo nodded. "I'll visit you when I get out. Even if you get moved upstate."

"Word?" Fezco asked him.

"Hell yeah, man. Word," Jojo nodded, patting his hand over his heart before holding his hand out to dap Fezco up. "For the next 20 years, I swear."

Fezco dapped him up, laughing a little before he grabbed his shoes to put them on.

Keeping his act up.