The Personal Trainer's Ex-Girlfriend

"Hey, guys! This is Kehlani and today you guys are watching my GRWM video as you will be coming with me on my trip to my hometown— Crooklyn." My eyebrows furrow and I smirk at the camera. "Not the Spike Lee movie called, Crooklyn that came out in 1994. I'm actually goin' to Brooklyn to spend a quality time with my friends that I grew up with from my childhood and I'm bringing my daughter with me and you are all gonna be watching this special video of the day. Let me tell you guys about Brooklyn; Brooklyn, New York is the home of the Notorious B.I.G., Aaliyah Dana Haughton, Joan Rivers, Charlie and Eddie Murphy, Lil Kim, Bernie Sanders, and Barbara Streisand. I've already packed my stuff and Tessa already packed hers. So," I hesitate and snap my fingers as my wrists rotate. "Let's get it started!" I pick up my Canon T6I camera with one of my hands along with my phone in the other. I put my camera on the island in my kitchen while I use my phone to go on YouTube to listen some music while I straighten the living room and my bedroom a little bit before my daughter, Tessa and I depart from Farmingville, New York to Brooklyn. Prior to cleaning the apartment, I play "Hit Me Off" by New Edition on YouTube and I start bobbing my head because the beat feels like I'm at an all white attire party where people are dressed in white due to all six members wearing white suits. After cleaning the living room and my master bedroom, I pack our lunches and walk into the hallway as I stand across from her door, knocking on the door. "Tessa Nicole Davis, are you ready?" I query with my mouth drawing to the door. The door opens back to reveal my nine and a half year old offspring... My daughter. As you all know; Yes, I admit that I was a teen mom at the age of fourteen, however; I never regret having my daughter. Raising a baby as a teenager in point of a fact changes from a teenager acting like a teenager into acting like a mature adult because you see some of the parents as adults from the time we were little to the time that we grew up with our parents in our lives. Well, only one out of two parents is absent in my daughter's life and it resulted of him being kept in a leash by a woman or 'girl' who broke us up in the first place. Before I lose my cool, I immediately remember why I knock on Tessa's bedroom and every time I look at my daughter, she shares the combination features of her father and I. "Yes, Mom. I'm ready and let's go on the road, already!" Tessa grins and sticks both of her thumbs up. She then picks up her tablet from her bed along with closing the door of her bedroom behind her and I go back to the kitchen to pick up the snacks in the bag, my keys from the key rack, my phone, wireless charger, and my Canon while Tessa opens the door for the two of us. With the handles of the plastic bag around my forearm, I hold onto my phone and my Canon once the hot temperature of seventy eight degrees Fahrenheit surfaces on Long Island. Whoo! The hot temperature of the summer, y'all! "Do you want me to hold the camera while you get the doors?" Tessa offers and I affectionately grin at her as I hand her the Canon while I unlock the doors. I hear the doors unlocking and I open the door for Tessa to enter the back passenger seat of my white 2012 Toyota Highlander SE SUV. As soon as I hear the door close shut, I get in the driver's seat while I listen to the click of Tessa buckling her seatbelt. I turn around with a beam on my face at my twin of a daughter. "Are you ready, Dimples-Bunny?" I ask with the nickname I've given her a minute after she was born because of her deep dimples on the corner of her cheek. "I'm ready, Mom." She concurs, displaying a wide, cheesy grin while she sticks one of her thumbs up. I start the car as the radio plays "Bye Bye Bye" by NSYNC on 106.1 BLI. Tessa and I sing along the lyrics as I hand her some fruit snacks and a bag of cool ranch kind of Doritos. "Here you go, honey." I daringly offer while I open a bag of the cheddar jalapeño Cheetos, taking one snack at a time before it's time for me to put the seatbelt on and secure the doors by putting them on lock as well as pulling out the parking lot. ********** Around 2:55 in the afternoon, my car phone begins to ring and while my eyes are focused on the road, I quickly glance at the caller ID to see one of my best friends from Brooklyn; Giselle. My finger taps on the answer icon and I cheerfully answer, "What's up, Giselle?!" "What's up, Kehlani, girl?! Are you here yet?" Giselle and I have been best friends since we knew our ABC's and following the rules in a classroom along with my other best friends; Chaiza, Adriane, Sasha, and Laia. The six of us also grew up in the same apartment complex in Williamsburg, Brooklyn as well as going to the same school together until I was whisked away from my best friends when my Mom was offered a job as a front desk agent at the Comfort Inn hotel in Medford three days after my birthday. Nevertheless, the move didn't prevent me from interacting with my girls because I usually see them in the weekend from Friday to Sunday when I was growing up with my three brothers. "I'm on Cadman Plaza W going on Court St because there's mad traffic on Boerum Pl and Schermerhorn St. So, that'll be six minutes for me and Tessa to show up." I elucidate and as soon as I say this, I hear this gleeful squeal through the speakers of my car phone. "Oh, my gosh! Daria and I, along with the girls cannot wait until the both of you come here!" Giselle exclaims. "Hi, Auntie Giselle!" Tessa happily hollers behind me. I turn around to graciously smile at my baby girl, who is technically no longer a baby, yet she is the star to my sky and she is a God given gift to me. "Hey, sweetie! Are you excited to see the Emoji Movie with Daria, Maxwell, and Bronson?" Giselle queries. Three days previously from today, Giselle sent me a text suggesting that the girls and I bring our kids with us to the movies since Adriane is taking the kids to see the Emoji Movie while us ladies are gonna see Girls Trip! The Emoji Movie would start ten minutes prior to Girls Trip, so that'll be a perfect timing. And by the way, Tessa and Daria are very close due to the closeness of their age. Daria is a year younger than Tessa. "You bet, I am!" Tessa concurs as she uses the Canon to capture the Brooklyn scenery composing of buildings and Bachata music is blaring outside in the neighborhood along with people chattering in Spanish. "It sounds like you guys are driving near!" Giselle cheers. "Yeah, so we're heading there for about..." I pause and furrow my eyebrows as realization occurs to me that I just pulled the car over to the curb to take a double glance at the road and the movie theaters. What in the world, is all I can think. "Giselle?" I unassumingly call. "It turns out that Tessa and I are already outside of the movies." All of a sudden, my hands cover my ears when I hear this ear-splitting shrill and I look at Tessa, who has her hands over her ears as well and she has the smile of surprise on her as she attempts to refrain from laughing. "Giselle, you're screaming as if NSYNC are getting back together to tour with Backstreet Boys!" I gasp and begin cackling while an audible gasp occurs. "That would be a miraculous, though!" Giselle squeals and as I'm about to cut the engine off, I see five of my best friends along with their kids waving at my— Well, Tessa and I's direction. I turn around with a wide grin. "We're here, Dimples-Bunny!" My hand reaches in the back as my hand rubs on Tessa's knee. "Yes!" Tessa yells and I laugh at her antics as I hear her seatbelt coming off while I remove the seatbelt and remove the key from the ignition around the same time the radio stops playing music prior to unlocking the doors. I turn to Tessa and remind her to stay on the sidewalk with the crew. Just as she's about to get out of the SUV, she hands me the Canon and I thank her before she exits the car and runs to our best friends with her arms spreading wide as they accept her in a group hug. I get out of the car with my wallet, phone, keys, and Canon camera as I look both ways if the road and close the door before securing all doors by pressing on the lock button, walking around the vehicle when I hear Chaiza and the girls shouting my name. I look up and take my Canon to capture our reunion moment. "Hey, Chaiza!" I chuckle and speed-walk to her with my arms swathing around her back while hers envelope around me before I move on to hug friend after friend after friend and after friend. The rest of us enter the movie theaters and Adriane purchases the tickets while on the other hand, we pay for our drinks as Giselle buys snacks for us, in spite of the fact that Adriane and Giselle are cousins. I shut the Canon T6I off. I look up to notice Adriane has our kids lining up and I hurry beside Tessa as she has a pack of Sour Patch Kids in her hand. "Tessa, honey, we're not recording some of the footage in the theaters because of the copyright infringement. When the movie is over, I promise to turn it back on, so I can record what we think of both different movies, okay?" I assure her. She immediately nods her head because we already discuss the copyright infringement of recording movies online last year. "Okay, Mom. Have fun watching all the cray-cray moments on Girl Trip!" My eyebrows furrow as my eyes dart at her words. How does a ten year old know about that movie, I mentally sputter my laugh. Tessa leans forward to the side of my face and places a peck on my cheek. I lower myself to her level, angle my head, and forward to place a smooch on her cheek. "I hope you guys enjoy the movie!" I mention. "Lani, I got it, girl! Y'all go enjoy Girls Trip and give me the 411 about the movie." Adriane insists and tells the kids it is time to see their movie of choice while Chaiza enthusiastically shouts, "Come on, Lani! Let's get to seeing!" I join the girls as we walk to the hallway where the movies are playing when I look up to see the familiar banner featuring Queen Latifah, Regina Hall, Jada Pinkett-Smith, and Tiffany Haddish above the entrance door. "Guys, this is it!" I gasp with the tone of excitement and their heads turn to the banner that I'm facing before we cheer along with us coming in to find our seats as we get prepared to watch the Chick Flick comedy. ********** "That movie is mad funny!" I cackle along with the girls while I look up to see our children either chatting or laughing as some of them are playing in the arcade section. Tessa looks up at my direction and her eyes grow big that complements with the expand of her lips transforming into a wide grin that is as big as a full moon displaying on a black sky. "Mom!" Tessa shouts with her hand moving side to side as she runs towards me. I turn the camera back on as Tessa's arms swathe around me and my arms encircle around her as I ask her, "How was the movie? Did you guys like it?" Tessa hunches her shoulders. "Hmm. The movie was so-so." She adds with her fingers shaking. "How was Girls Trip?" "Oh, it was hilarious! I can't discuss some of the things to you until your seventeenth birthday, since R Rated movies are for people, who are seventeen years old or over seventeen. However, it was very hilarious. Very hilarious!" I begin laughing after recalling from Tiffany Haddish's jocular remark,'It's a booty hole,' to the ending of the movie. I am already irrevocably in love with the movie! "You guys! We gotta capture our group hug, so we can put it on i********:!" Giselle eagerly suggests. I nod my head in agreement and just as the girls and I pose with our arms draping around each other along with our children standing in front of us, Laia points out, "Where's Chaiza?" I turn my left to the left corner of the movie theaters when I hear her signature ratchet, yet diverting personality in her voice calling behind us and we all turn to struck our gazes at Chaiza squatting as well as rolling her hips from side to side with her tongue sticking out while the song, "Wiggle" by Jason Derulo featuring Snoop Dogg starts playing. Chaiza begins thrusting her hips against the cardboard of a man and by the time she's done dancing along with walking to us; we turn our phones, put it on camera, and raise our phones to capture everybody's presence. And bolt from the blue, I hear a baritone male voice, who offers to take a picture of us. We position ourselves by draping our arms around each other until I hear this bloodcurdling scream that must've have our ears deafening for a minute. I turn to Chaiza screaming and I then realize the man on a cardboard is an actual man! I thought he is a cardboard advertising a movie that's coming soon! Flash! The flashes of our cameras on our phones go off, capturing our mommy and kids moment while Chaiza is running from the guy in the background. This is some real life Girls Trip moment!