Olivia, Simone, Kia, & Davita. These 4 ladies are conquering the campus of UCLA, and meeting new love interests along the way.
One shots collab with @urmyunicorn
They both laugh while looking into each other's eyes, sounds of Usher playing in the background.
A few hours earlier
The DJ has the whole crowd singing through the open mic. College students everywhere in nostalgic ecstasy, voices in falsetto to "Superstar," as a fraternity strolls and wows the students.
"Let me hear those voices LA, let's go....sing!"
Now you know how I feel You're truly special Your love is legendary to me Without you my life stands still (woo) I'll never leave your world Treat you like a diva, girl Girl, you're one of a kind (ha) 'Cause they don't make 'em like you anymore (so) So, I'll be your fan life I dedicate this to my superstar for all time
Simone, in her element hit every note while her girls egged her on.
The next act was coming up right behind them. He was tall, elegant, but mysterious, simultaneously having a swag about him.
As the spotlight went on him, his eyes studied his easel before they set on his 'prey' for the night.
He smiled with a light chuckle before motioning for the DJ to play H.E.R's "Focus" while the crowd did exactly that.
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Olivia marveled at his stroke techniques, the pencil work it took to complete this piece; it reminded her of her own art of the past, specifically in the last two years.
"I wonder what he's about to make?" Liv questions.
"Right. I'm definitely intrigued." Kia replied.
"Intrigued because he's an artist or because he's cute?"
"Hmm why can't it be both D?"
"Well shut me up then K."
They laugh.
"I'm glad we came out tonight, open mics are always fun." Says Simone.
"Yeah next time you should get up there Sì, give em a little razzle dazzle." Kia chuckles.
"I'll save that for you and Mr. Recruit, can't share that with everybody now."
"Knowing my brother he probably thinks you sing like a goddess." Olivia chimed.
"And do boo! And do!"
While Liv and Simone quietly teased one another back and forth, Kia was enamored with the silohette now coming into fruition on the easel, it looked all too familiar, almost like she was staring back at herself, but how could he get such detail without knowing her?
Whoever this man was, it was like he was reading her, feeling her emotions, a hold she didn't know what to do with, it was intense, all she could do was focus....
baby can you focus....on me?
By the end of the song.... There's was a pretty Afrocentric version of Kia standing before the crowd. Beautiful melanin and lucious curls filled her frame, a cropped top UCLA shirt with fitted jeans, a high heel pump on one foot and a Nike Air Max on the right. A tale of two stories and one student. But how did he get it?
"Y'all give it up for Mr. Langston J."
The crowd erupted at his masterpiece, He smiled gracefully and started walking towards Kia.
"Ouu girlll it's getting heavy."
"Shhhhh Monie!"
Handing her the painting and whispering in her ear, everybody was looking at them and the DJ didn't help.
"Somebody not going home empty handed tonighttttttt"
Present Time
"But nah do you like the painting though?" Langston inquired.
He had one mission tonight, but even to him it was still unclear.
Kia put her long hair into a messy bun as she looked to indulge in her double cheeseburger and fries. She was not out to impress tonight, after all, he came after her.
"It was deep. It supposed to be me huh?"
"Something like that. Let me guess you're in one of the social fields, social work, counseling, or even a lawyer. Tell me I'm wrong?"
"I can't. You're right. Which is giving stalker vibes."
"I don't stalk anyone love, I just can tell. You have that aura. You're easily a light around others but when isolated you're not so sure of it. But you can easily help others see theirs. Thats why I drew you."
"Wow. A brotha is deep."
She took a sip of her drink at a loss for words. She didn't know if she should be scared or honored, getting up, or enjoying his company. Either way, she was gonna let the night play out as long as he was buying.
"Enough about who you think I am. Who are you Mr. Painter."
"Artist. And I'm the same as you. Just a black college student trying to find my way. Well grad student."
"Grad school. Sounds intense."
"Not really, I got my art degree first so now I'm following that up with business."
"A creative with a backup plan that's good."
"No, a creative with security."
"Do you always have to have the last word?"
"Nah just the correct one." He smiled. "I'm just messing. I'm trying to see what I can get away with so I know how to come the next time around."
"If there's a next time."
"Whaat?? I mean I painted a portrait of you to a hit classic and I'm about to pay for dinner. I think that's warrants another meet up."
"You don't even know if I'm spoken for."
Grabbing her hand he inspects for a ring. His smooth hands making her feel a way.
"No ice on, it's free game. And I'll take that chance against whoever it is."
Rolling her eyes she couldn't help but laugh even if she didn't want to. She didn't want his game to be working, she didn't want to be interested in learning more about him I mean she already was getting to know Cam. But she also knew that as a college freshman she wanted to explore any and everything offered to her.
"I think dinner is a start. I mean you had to paint something you got up on that stage."
"Fair. If you done I'll take you somewhere else. But first tell ya girls where you at so yo phone can stop buzzing."
It wasn't just Liv, Davita, and Simone texting however.
Cam:hey pretty lady, was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the beach tomorrow morning? I'll handle all the rest of the details. I just wanna see you.
Shutting her phone off, she stood up, slid out of the booth and hopped into Langston's car and hit the road to a local hole in the wall reminiscent of the bar in Queen and Slim, couples and partners all around dancing and getting acquainted.
