There stood a classroom full of students who are chatting and giggling about god knows what. Now across the room are three girls; two blonde sitting on a desk and one dark skinned girl is on the phone. All three of them, like the rest of the teenagers, are socializing.(A/N: but who cares. Their not the main characters.)
In the back of the classroom; there stood two beautiful fraternal biracial twins name Alexandria (Alex) and Virginia (Ginny) Miller. They're both sitting in their desk, side by side, as Ginny writes on her notebook while Alex listens to music on her phone as she bobs her head to the beat and chews her gums.
From where you can look at them, you can tell both of them don't really look like twins because Ginny has curly, afro hair and also has freckles. She is quite short with a height of 5'0''. Alex has dark wavy brown hair with a birthmark on her left cheek, and is very much taller than Ginny with the height of 5'10".
The only similar thing they share is both of them have is light brown skin, and almond-shaped, brown eyes.
Alexandria's POV
Take you like a drug
I taste you on my tongue
You ask me what I'm thinking about
I tell you that I'm thinking about
Whatever you're thinking about
Tell me something that I'll forget
And you might have to tell me again
It's crazy what you'll do for a friend Go ahead and cry, little girl
Nobody does it like you do
I know how much it matters to you
I know that you got daddy issues
And if you were my little girl
I'd do whatever I could do
I'd run away and hide with you
I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too
The lyrics swim through my cerebral cortex like a wakeful dream, the notes relaxing me, enabling the song to call to my entire being. Music could never be something superfluous to me, it is medicine delivered in the most divine way.
As I bobbing my head, up and down,(and chewing on my gum) I look at Ginny from the corner of my eye to see Ginny turns her head and watch the three girls talking on the desk. I glance at the girls to get a glimpse of them laughing at something one of them said.
'Probably about some boy' I thought as I smirk as I recall about the sex talk my mom told, who was only 15 at the time, my sister and I had when we were 7 years old. But it wasn't your typical birds and bees type shit.
Then again, there nothing much typical about our mom; which I don't mind. I love my mom and I like how she isn't much like any others mom, however I can't say the same for Ginny.
I tried to write your name in the rain
But the rain never came
So I made with the sun
The shade
Always comes at the worst time
You ask me what I'm thinking about
I tell you that I'm thinking about
Whatever you're thinking about
Tell me something that I'll forget
And you might have to tell me again
It's crazy what you'll do for a friend
I see a dark-skinned guy walk towards his seat, which is in front of Ginny, and takes his seat. I also take notice how my sister smiles at him, so I decide to watch how this unfold.
The guy turns around in his seat, facing Ginny, and ask her do she have a pen he can borrow as he smiles at her.
'C'mon Ginny, don't give him the pen. Listen what mom said; 'sex. Men want it and they think you should give it to 'em. But you should never give anything unless you're gettin' something in return.
Same goes to you Xan; some women are like that. You can get two things from sex with a men and women. Passion or power. But you better make sure you're gettin' somethin'. Otherwise, you're just gettin' screwed. Oh! and use a condom.'
