Trust Me- A Nicolandria Love Story

Simple Touch- Part 1 (Virtual)

Olandria had been pacing around Nic's rented apartment all afternoon, pretending she wasn't waiting for the sound of his key. 

She'd cleaned the place twice, showered, reapplied lotion three times, and kept smoothing her hands over her new boho braids.

The same ones she had in the villa.

She liked the wigs...but the braids felt like her.

Nic had only been away for four days, but it was already too much for Ola's poor heart. 

She was desperately missing her man. 

Two nights before, she expressed to him how much she missed him in an unorthodox way. 

A way Olandria wasn't used to but fully enjoyed.

She blushed at the thought, a knowing smile creeping on her face because it was something Olandria never expected to happen.

*(Flashback Two Days Ago)*

Nic had gone back to Jacksonville for a few DJ events he was hosting and playing at; the number of tickets sold was crazy. 

Ola was so proud of him for following his dreams. He had told her many times he'd always wanted to headline at festivals.

Ola didn't listen to EDM much, but she was willing to learn about it for him; she'd even be practicing certain rave moves in the mirror.

Nic was a natural at this stuff, the crowd drank him in. His energy was always on 10.

All Nic had to do was be his goofy, crazy self, and people flocked to him like ants to a sugar cube. 

He was a certified golden boy.

Olandria had just gotten out of the shower and moisturized with her favourite body butter. 

L.A. was dry as hell.

The sun was constantly scorching during the day, but at night, the air was so dry, she couldn't be caught dead being ashy with her dark skin.

She slipped into her grey, pyjama booty-like shorts, but wore Nic's sweatpants on top, cause the air conditioning was strong as fuck. She paired it with a matching, grey, cropped tank.

Finally, she put her weave in some night rollers and gently fixed her pink, silk bonnet over her head.

"Alexa, play Journals by Justin Bieber," She yells out, hoping the system caught her voice. 

Thankfully, it does, and her favourite album starts to invade the apartment and her ears. The melody begins to relax Olandria immediately. 

Her day was decent, a rough start because she woke up Cierra throwing some shade at her, but later in the day, she received some amazing news; she might be walking for NYFW. 

With Cierra, she knew she owed her some type of conversation, but she wasn't sure how to go about it. 

Anytime she'd think of reaching out to her, Cierra would repost a shady TikTok, basically insinuating that Ola's a snake.

The whole thing was super messy to say the least. 

Ola rids her head of negative thoughts cause it was nighttime, and one thing her therapist drilled into her was to avoid thinking about the bullshit online at night.