Forever My Lady: The Ballad of Iman and Adonis

Chapter Two: Adonis "Hollywood Donnie" Johnson

ADONIS POV

Kitana and I have been best friends since we were both shorties. I'm four years older than her, but we're still close. We grew up together in group homes and spent time in and out of juvie as youngins. And before any of ya'll go there, NO, we aren't fucking. I don't like her like that. Besides, she's been known to jump from nigga to nigga, nah mean? Hell with Tana, I need to know who her homegirl was. She was very beautiful. Her hair was curly, her eyes were breathtaking, and I feel real bad for scaring her the way I did. But we're gonna get the chance to smooth everything over when we all go out to this party.

I looked in the mirror and had on a white long sleeve shirt with crisp blue jeans and some brand new Timbs. I grabbed my keys, locked the door and before I could knock on the door, Kitana swung that bitch wide open.

Me: You look beautiful!

Kitana: You know a bad bitch when you see one, don't you boo?

Me: Don't flatter yourself. I was talking about your friend. 

Iman:  Who....me?

Me: Yeah you.

Kitana: Oops! A bitch done forgot her manners. Iman, this is my childhood friend Adonis "Hollywood Donnie" Cr...er...I mean, Johnson! Adonis, this is my college bestie, Iman Khashim-DeGrate. 

She extended her hand out to me, and in true gentleman form, I gently kissed it. She giggled and shyly pulled away. A shy girl....I like it. I like it a lot.

I led the ladies to my 2016 Dodge Charger, opening/closing their doors. Kitana sat in the back seat, Iman in front with me. I looked back and as if on cue, Kitana was taking a quick power nap.  Ha! Yes, perfect! Now I get to speak with Iman.

Me: Listen uh...I'm sorry about that spat earlier. I uh....didn't really mean to scare you like that. 

Iman: That's okay. I've never heard of you until tonight. How come I've never seen you before!? 

Me: I moved into the apartment a week ago from Los Angeles. 

Iman: Ohhh, okay.

Me: You lived in Philly all ya life?

Iman: No. I lived mostly in  Virginia with my dad. We're really close.

Me: No Mom?

Iman: No. She uh....died.

Me: I'm sorry to hear that.

Iman: Kitana said she was close friends with a boxer. Didn't know it was you, but I'm glad to know it was you. 

Me: I'm glad to know you too, Iman. That's a beautiful name....are you--

Iman: Somali? Yes. From my mother's side. 

Me: You have such nice skin. I sounded stupid just now....but you do!

Iman: HAHA!!! No no, you're fine. Um...not sexy fine, but fine like you're doing well, not doing well to get in my pants, but well enough to carry a conversation. 

I burst out laughing and she looked away laughing shyly.

Me: You aren't the only one slipping up, honey.

I laughed and we locked eyes. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and it felt as though I looked into her innocence, her passion, her essence. My God, women really DO weaken legs! I was about to reach in and whisper something to her when Kitana woke up talking mad shit.

Kitana: Ya'll mu'fukas is supposed to kiss! Like Darius and Nina!? C'mon now....I live my life through ya'll! Hurr'up!

I moved from her and focused on parking in a spot. Kitana burst out laughing at her own joke...ole' ratchet petty ass. Iman blushed and slowly got out the car. Rocky ain't gon' be too happy when he finds out I stayed out late partying. 

A brotha supposed to be training, but I really want to know more about Iman. Maybe she can take away the pain that's been hurting me so much. I've never felt so unguarded by anyone until I met her. 

Something tells me that this isn't the last time we're gonna cross paths.