[complexion] ⇒ [devin gordon] [✓]

t h r e e

"Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin I can't tell where yours begins, I can't tell where mine ends."

ITS BEEN A FEW days since I last seen that boy come outside and I still don't know his name.

Something about him made me curious, he seemed different from the rest. But they all seem different from the rest until you find out their true colors.

I run my fingers through my hair and surprisingly it wasn't knotted.

He looked like the fuckboy type, he had the hair style, the clothes, the shoes hell he even had the face and body of a fuck boy, but when he spoke he seemed like a completely different person. You should never judge a book by its cover.

I only talked to him once but I could tell he wasn't the type to go around breaking girls hearts.

But I want to know why he wants to help me, I'm nothing special.

A knock on my door breaks me out of my thoughts, I tell whoever it is that they can come in. It was my mom.

"There's a boy named Devin, downstairs who wants to hang out with you." I just stared at her confusingly. I don't know anyone named devin.

"He just moved here a few days ago. I told him you would so put on your shoes and get going, he seems like a nice young boy."

Oh, so that's his name, Devin. I quickly hop off my bed and grab my white Air Force 1's slipping them onto my feet.

I make sure to grab my phone and wallet sliding them into my pockets. Mom walked with me downstairs and there he was sitting on my couch playing with his hand.

When he saw me he quickly got up and smiled widely, showing me his braces. He looked adorable with them but he closed his mouth and smiled this time without showing his teeth.

"Hey I'm Devin, sorry for randomly coming to your house. My mom said I had to start making new friends and you were the first person I saw since we got here." He said quietly. I smiled, he seemed soft spoken.

"It's okay don't worry about, I'm ariella but you can call me ari."

"Alright ari, we should get going."

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Me and Devin have been hanging out at the park for a few hours. He would constantly compliment me on my skin, I didn't know what to say so I just kept nodding my head.

There's nothing nice about my skin color, his color was pretty it was almost like a milk chocolate and it glowed every time the sun hit him just right. Little did he know I envied him for that.

My legs started to hurt, it took too much work to keep up with his long legs he was almost six feet tall, I'm only five two, so we decided to sit under a tree to rest and keep shade.

I could feel his eyes burning into my skin, I looked down at the grass trying to ignore it.

"Why don't you like your skin?" He asked, continuing to stare. Forget about me working on my staring problems. He needs to work on his.

"Didn't your mother tell you its rude to stare at people." I said with a little more anger than I attended too.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you're very beautiful and so is your skin." At that moment I was kinda happy I was dark because he wouldn't be able to see me blush.

"Why do you like my skin so much, yours is so much better. There's other girls who are prettier and lighter why aren't you talking to them?" I questioned frowning as i picked at the grass below.

"Not every dark skinned girl is ugly, not every light skinned girl is pretty, pretty light skinned girls are common and everywhere, but a pretty dark skinned girl is precious and rare."

He grabbed my face so lightly as if i were glass and if he dropped it, it would shatter into a million pieces. He made me look him in the eyes, i could feel the tears running down my cheeks but i couldn't move my hand to wipe them away.

His thumb glided across my cheek as he wiped away the tears that just escaped my eyes. He started to lean down and I could feel myself getting closer to him, finally we closed to small space between us as our lips connected. He pulled away after a few seconds, only pecking my lips, but he didn't move though, he rested his forehead on mine and whispered.

"You're precious and rare."