Black Power |An Interracial Eminem Fanfiction|

~Nine~

{It picks up around here😉}

Ajala and Marshall step through into what seems to be like a time warp. No longer is it 1989, but 1969. It was closed, warm and vanilla scented inside. Older people smoking cigars in the back, redheaded big breasted waitresses passing pancakes to the drunken kids who had just stumbled in the room. There had been plenty of those. The restaurant itself was fairly packed.

Marshall sat Ajala down at a table underneath a window revealing the night and smiled at her from a cross the booth. She noticed his slightly plump pink lips and off white teeth. His hands were intercrossed and she could see he was anxious.

"So, why'd you do this?" Ajala inquired, looking over at the standard restaurant table stuff, salt, pepper and all.

"Why you think?" He asked, his skin color deep down disgusting her. But she liked the taboo feeling even deeper down. Complacent feelings were spurting inside her mind.

"Because you saw me at that party and you felt bad." Ajala said the night replaying in her mind once more.

"Nah, nah, that ain't it." Marshall started but an overweight brunette waitress with her cleavage exposed through her uniform walked out with a notepad between her thick fingers.

"Welcome to Angela's, I'm your server Louisa, but please, call ma "Lou". Want any pop or water?" She had a distinct Hispanic accent.

"I'd like a Sprite." Marshall said, looking at Lou's breasts and only those.

"I'd like a water, please." Ajala said, feeling self conscious. Louisa passed them both pink laminated mats with a few food items on them. Ajala scanned them quickly as Louisa walked away.

"So, you like DeShaun?" He queried randomly. She could not spill her secret crush on Anté, not that Marshall would know him anyway.

"No, I like someone else."

"Haha, not like that, like as a person." Marshall laughed at her confusion, further angering and confusing Ajala's mind.

"Well, not after you both made fun of me that day!" She spilt, surprising Marshall with her suddenly heated tone.

"Oh fug. You know about that?" He did not question, but his eyes became a lot bigger and bluer. Ajala felt bad for bringing it up. She said nothing.

"Look, you ain't as bad as I thought you were. I snap on people when I'm angry, aight? It's just how it is. Sorry you were the target." He said sweetly, looking her straight in the eyes as he said it.

"It's fine." She forgave.

The rest of the night went wonderfully, Marshall cracking jokes and Ajala laughing. Them both ordering the same thing and raving about how good it was. Complaining about school and how the world was.

It all confused Ajala however. She liked it, but then again, he was white. How on earth could she like a member of the white race?