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AMARI JONES
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AS Desire's fingers danced across the keyboard, her focus was solely on her homework, a task made more challenging by her commitments as cheer captain and her dedication to maintaining a flawless 4.0 GPA.
Her life was a whirlwind of responsibilities, each demanding her attention with relentless fervor.
The soft buzz of her phone interrupted her concentration, drawing her gaze to the sleek screen of her iPhone 14 Pro Max. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she read the message from her best friend, Amari, a warmth spreading through her chest at the mere thought of him.
Desire and Amari shared a bond that suppressed time, forged in the years of childhood friendship back in fifth grade. Now, as they navigated their final year of college together, their enduring connection was a source of wonder to those around them.
Their differences only seemed to deepen the bond between them. Desire, with her extrovert personality and magnetic charm, was a beacon of light in any room she entered. Amari, on the other hand, was the quiet, reserved introvert to Desire's bubbly personality, his circle of acquaintances small but meaningful.
Despite Desire's popularity, she couldn't escape the occasional pang of annoyance at the relentless stream of girls trying to befriend her just to get closer to Amari, to unravel the mysteries of the enigmatic boy behind her radiant smile. Yet, she chose to brush off their superficial attempts, refusing to let their shallow intentions tarnish her optimism.
With a soft chuckle, Desire accepted Amari's invitation to 'pull up on me mami, i miss my bestie' knowing full well what he was going to say before she even answered the FaceTime call. Their friendship was a sanctuary amidst the chaos of her hectic life, a haven where she could be herself without reservation.
As Desire's laughter bubbled through the phone, Amari's deep voice cut through the air before she could even utter a greeting. "What the fuck you mean "no you busy"?" His words, tinged with playful frustration, were a familiar melody to her ears.
