{I'm so happy to announce that I've decided to revamp and rerelease Never 2 Far! Hope to see y'all there soon}
The darkness of the abandoned building soon opened up further after Marshall had grabbed a small portable flashlight. He could get a good look at the dusty wood he and Ajala sat on. He got a closer look at her. She had gorgeous terra cotta eyes and a pair of lips that Marshall dreamed about, thick but not smothering. An arsenal of grease and bobby pins could not contain her cloud of sable hair, which was more frizz than curls. Ajala's body seemed to flow into her chubby neck. Her body was voluptuous and near on the chubby side, but it was attractive to him, he liked the bigger girls.
She was the ideal of beauty in that moment.
As Marshall put the earrings in her short ears, she giggled as she pulled away.
"It tickles like Hell, Marshall." She laughs as he tries again. Kim would have pulled away in anguish but Marshall would go after her. She had been feisty like that.
"I know, hold still though." He said as he put in the back. They shone in the flashlight.
"You do this all the time?" She asked, sitting back.
"Yeah, why not? It's not like I'm getting out any time soon." Marshall admitted.
"You seem misunderstood." She said bluntly.
"I am." Marshall huffed. His whole life, whatever school or environment, not one person got him. Like really got him. He was forever the outcast, the gangly kid no one wanted to be seen hanging around with, the white plague. Like lepers in biblical times, he was socially banished.
"I am too, kinda." She replied quickly, as if the moment or topic was going to switch over at any moment, but it was here to stay. It confused him but he liked it about her.
"I guess, a lot of people can feel that way." He responded, pulling out a miniature flask of beer.
"Can I-I have some?" Ajala stuttered. Marshall looked at her cockeyed. Ajala's drinking?
"You think you can handle it?"
"I'm a black girl. I can handle a lot."
Marshall chuckled and passed the square silver bottle. And it was over from there.
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Black Power |An Interracial Eminem Fanfiction|
Fanfiction"Look, that was who you were. And I may just be a skinny white boy with out a clue about how the black world works, but I know this: people are like onions. The farther you peel, the more you'll see. Black power officials are extremely tough onions...
