normal + s.w.

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sam intently watched her from afar, her loose waves bouncing as she slowly walked up the stairs. she was holding onto a slightly large box which she seemed to be struggling with. his first thought was to run outside and help her, but instead he just stared. his stare was obvious considering he'd completely stopped what he was doing and just watched her.

"great." she mumbled under breath looking down at the box that had fallen right back down the stairs. the frustration in her face was evident and sam took that as his cue.

"hey, uh-" he stopped halfway through his sentence, and couldn't help but just look at her in awe. he didn't expect her to be this beautiful close up. he took in her gorgeous, smooth chocolate skin glimmering in the light, her plump lips, deep brown eyes and the slight smell of sugar cookies.

"yes?" she arched an eyebrow at him, a little confused as to why he'd interrupted her.

"i could- i could help you out if you need it. if you don't want me to i don't have to help, but yeah." he shrugged and stuffed his hands into his front pockets.

"i'm imani." she held her small hand out towards him, her long acrylic nails painted a deep red color. "-and i could use a little help."

he glanced down at her hand and back at her before shaking it, "sam or sammy." he let her hand go and quickly jogged down the stairs to grab the box she dropped.

"wilkinson is my last name, by the way. well, if you wanted to know. you probably didn't but, yeah." he chuckled lightly and mentally face palmed himself for rambling so much. he's never been the one to be nervous around girls, always smooth and knew what he wanted to say. not this time.

"hassan."

sam's eyebrows knitted together and he glanced over at her, "is that really your last name?"

she held the door open for him, watching him walk in. "it's egyptian."

imani guided him up the stairs and in front of the door to her condo.

"you live here too?" sam asked her after he sat the box down in front of him.

"too? what do you mean?"

"my friend lives on the other side-- well across the street." he turned around and pointed behind him as he scratched the back of his neck. "if you ever hear loud music, it's him"

imani raised her eyebrows slightly then nodded her head. the two just stood there awkwardly and sam continued to look at her, observing all of her features. the only time imani had been stared at for that long was whenever she was in a place she felt like she didn't belong. to clarify a place where imani didn't belong: anywhere that she happened to be the only woman of color. her dark skintone set her apart from others often and she hated it. growing up in a predominantly white neighborhood and going to a predominantly white school for all of her childhood and teenage years made imani realize she didn't belong. she was different, and she didn't look like everyone else. it bugged her.

all she longed for was pretty blonde hair, striking blue eyes that all the boys practically drooled over and porcelain white skin. but of course, there's no way in hell she could ever be white. you can't just change your skin tone, ethnicity, background or race. no matter how much makeup she used, how much time she spent on her hair and how much money she spent on her clothes-- she felt as though she didn't meet society's standards and honestly, that was all she wanted.

"i'm going to finish unpacking these things..." imani finally spoke, breaking the silence. she pushed the heavy box inside with her foot and wrapped her hand around the doorknob once it was in. "it was nice meetin' you sam, thank you."

sam simply nodded and looked down at his white vans which were in dire need of being cleaned. he was intrigued by her. she was different. its not that he's never met someone like her, but he's simply never been attracted to a black girl. he hoped she'd maybe invite him inside, have a little chat. she began to close the door until he caught it with his foot.

"will i be seeing you soon? you know since you live somewhere where i always am. that makes no sense, i mean since you live near my friend, will i get to see more of you? like hangout?" he raked his right hand through his platinum blonde quiff.

"well, you know where i live so hopefully." she laughed a little more to herself. his nervousness was amusing, he didn't seem like the type to have a problem with talking to girls, but he was having a bit of trouble today.

"give me your phone."

sam stood there for a moment before the words registered in his mind and patted for his phone. "ah, here." he said as he handed it to her.

"whenever you want to hangout, text me or call me. whichever one. bye, sam." the corners of her lips jerked into a small smile after she handed it to him. 

he gave her a little wave and watched the door close in his face.

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