EBONY a beautiful dark chocolate woman who felt alone in a world that she felt was stone cold. Mother in jail, she lived with her older brother who did nothing but criticize her feelings and run the streets.
Love was an emotion that never sat upon...
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Jovaughn Scott August 21st, 2021
Flowing through his lungs, taking over his mind was the cannabis that kept him relaxed mentally. It was a nice Saturday afternoon, and the warm heat could be felt amongst his dark chocolate melanin skin. Back up against the black and red striped TrackHawk. He passed the lit blunt to his best friend and looked up at the blue heavenly skies that moved in slow motion.
Rubbing his chin hairs out of habit, he shook his head at Jahmir who was across the street trying to spit game to a female who was feeling it. Jahmir was the definition of a hoe, while donté came right after. There was no absolute way, he could stay with one female. He loved females, and the females loved him.
He on the other hand was the hopelessly in love type. He had his fair share of women just for his satisfaction, but finding the right woman was more up his alley.
" We can't take this nigga nowhere. Every female that's walks by, he tryna fuck." He muttered rolling his deep brown eyes that women often fell in love with. A laugh escaped donté mouth at how agitated he sounded. Unique was definitely the most serious nigga he'd ever encountered.
" Kid been like that since we was shorties, ain't shit gonna change no time soon." Donté exhaled the smoke from his nose and passed it back to his friend.
" Until his ass becomes a part of the AIDS club. Eazy E 2.0." Looking at one another, the both of them busted out laughing at such an insensitive but random comment.
" You ain't right dawg." Jogging back over to his friends, a wide grin was plastered on his face while he wiggled the small piece of paper in his hands.
" Real certified player shit." He uttered playfully, making unique smack his lips.
" Yo' ass gone be real sick too if you keep doing what you doin'." A glare in return is what he got from the male. Jahmir waved him off and looked at donté.
" My dick, my problem. Now, where the fuck is this bitch at? She was supposed to be here 35 minutes ago."
" Why I gotta to be a bitch, bitch ass nigga?" There in all her glory, Brandi stood with a mug on her clear-skinned face. She stood 5'7 with a beautiful thick hourglass shape. Over her grey eyes were the black prescription glasses that added to her appeal. She was dressed in a black blouse and skirt business suit, and her hair which was styled into a high ponytail fell down her back. In her hand was a black briefcase that held documents to the location.
" Yeah, why she gotta be all that Jahmir?" Donté instigated before giving the female a side hug while Unique on the other hand gave her a simple head nod and continued scrolling through Facebook. He knew of Brandi, but they never had a conversation outside of business. However, she and donté were as close as they could be.
