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We all went our separate ways, upset that we didn't get paired with one another. I swiped my card and opened the door and was greeted with.............
........ A SEXY, dirty blonde haired, blue eyed man. He was wearing grey sweats, and was shirtless. OMG, those abs, . I snapped out of my gaze when I heard him chuckle. "Like what you see babe?"Oh so he's one of those cocky boys, I don't like him already. But he do have a nice body. "Mmmm, I've seen better." I retorted sassily. I started towards the bedroom, dragging my suitcases behind me. "Hey... the names Dean." He smiled. "Kimora." I walked into the bathroom that was connected to the bedroom. I got a towel and got my pajamas ready, then hopped in the shower. I used my scented vanilla body wash and shampoo/conditioner.
I was in there for about 30-45 minutes when I decided to get out. My breathing was fucked up, it feels like I'm dying. This always happened to me when I was little. When I'm in a hot, foggy area, my breathing is just fucked up. Plus, I started to look like a raisin. I wrapped my towel around my body, and another towel around my head. I put on my sleepwear,
blow-dried my hair and put it in a messy bun. Once I entered the bedroom, i was greeted with a shirtless Dean taking up all the space on the bed. I cleared my throat and said, "Can you...umm I don't know move off my bed?" He looked up and smirked once he saw what i was wearing. "Well, well, well.....someones getting comfortable for me. You could've warned me, I would've gotten ready for you. Plus there's only one bed." He said smirking.
This insanely hot guy is very cocky and conceited. I mean i would fuck him, but we just met. He looks like the typical fuck-boy anyway. After he said that I was completely shocked. Does he actually think that i would fuck him, after we just met not even a hour ago. My mom taught me better than that. "You're a pig." I said disgustingly. "Thank you." "That wasn't a compliment dumb ass, just shut up and go to sleep, before I cut you." I was getting really annoyed with this ass hole. "Okay princess. Just don't take all the covers."
We got under the covers back-to-back. I was just about to fall asleep, when Dean kept on moving until his arms were wrapped around my waist. Lord please give me the strength to not choke this dude out. "Night Babe." He said tiredly. One day I'm going to rip his arms out of his sockets. I wonder how Ameriah and Shiloh's night going with their roommates. Finally, I let sleep consume me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ameriah's POV~~~~~
I'm upset that me and the girls aren't rooming together. But I'm excited and curious to know who I'm rooming with. When I opened the door, I was greeted with a FINE, jet black haired, grey eyed Samoan man. He was wearing blue sweats and a t-shirt. And his hair was out and wet, it looked liked he had just gotten out of the shower.After checking him out for a good 5 minutes, our eyes finally met. OMG, he is even finer up close.
The awkward silence was finally broken when the Samoan man chuckled. "Thank you. You're mighty fine too." Okay....wait what? Either he's a mind reader or I said that out loud.
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Color Doesn't Matter
FanfictionAn interracial love story between the Shield and three girls, Shiloh, Kimora, and Ameriah. Find out what happens.