Bobby DeBarge Imagines vol.2

Ottawa

I got on the school bus, not paying attention to the background chatter going on. I kept my gaze out the window, waiting till the bus turned the corner, stopping near my friend's house.

I then lit up as I saw him get on the bus. My eyes traveled down the bus isle, watching as the tapia boy casually walked over. His afro, half hidden by the white beanie he had on.

"Hey, good morning, y/n." The Senior cleared his throat, running a hand down his glossy, Vaseline marinated face.

"Morning Greg." I nodded his way, bringing my bag closer to give him space.

"So.. Art?" I cautiously brought up his brother. Greg instantly sighed, turning to face me.

"The FBI came and got his ass. They threw him in county jail, then moved him to Jackson." He agitatedly spoke, moving his shoulders accordingly.

I tilted my head with a small frown. Greg and I had been friends since I was 11 and Greg 13. He was a very resilient brotha, always getting us out of some trouble. I knew how close Greg and his big brother Art were and it pained me to see Greg so down and blue.

"I'm sorry man, I know how close you and Art are.." I placed a hand on his back, softly patting it with a sympathetic expression.

Greg nodded, momentarily glancing down at his lap, staring down at his brown flares longingly.

We soon got to school and walked down the bus isle, walking up to the school's entrance. "There goes the zebra, she's finally found her prince charming!" Called out this blonde girl, Doreen, laughing with her friends and pointing at me and Greg.

Me and Greg quickly became very self aware. I bore a flustered look, keeping my head low at their teasing. "C'mon Y/n, don't pay them no mind." I heard Greg mumble to me, beginning to walk past other students.

I followed behind him, feeling embarrassed by the girls' snarky and racist comments. As I tried shutting them out, still following after Greg, I felt someone's shoulder nudge past mine.

"Sorry!" I quickly apologized to the light skin brotha with a perm, not turning to glance back at him, as I was already embarrassed enough.

I heard him kiss his teeth before opening his locker. "I hope no one's in the music room yet.. Them sophomores stay hogging up the piano." Greg now came to walk beside me.

I looked his way, nodding in agreement. Not only that but, last time, we both got in trouble because Mr Jackson thought we ripped his music sheets, to which Greg got us out of that too!

"Right on." We then came to a halt as we reached Mr Jackson's music room. Greg walked in first, holding the door out for me.

"Thanks." I mumbled, closing the door behind me and looking around the quite room. A sigh of relief left my lips, as I noticed there were no other students in here.

"Morning Mr Jackson." Me and Greg greeted, making our way over to the piano. It was a black, long tail piano, a true beauty.

"Scoot scoot." I shooed Greg like usual, taking my seat next to him on the bench. I then placed my bag down next to the piano, placing my slender fingers on the piano keys. "I thought I was playing this time." Greg glanced down at my fingers that began to play the intro to Stevie Wonder's, My Cherie Amour.

I softly sighed, knowing I begged him to let me play an extra song last time, and telling him he could play this time around. "Alright." I gave in, retreating from the piano keys.

Greg then picked up on the song I was playing, and I stood up, going to stand by the other side of the piano.
"La la la, la, la, la. La la la, la, la, la." I began singing.