Mix and Match

Chapter 1: Flashback

Nalie P.O.V

"Hey Nalie!!" Jewlia screams through the phone.

I winced and pulled the phone away from my ear to check and make sure the speaker wasn't on.

"Jezz, Jewls!  I would like to keep my ears please." I said back to her.

"Sorry! I just wanted to know if I could come over?" she asked laughing.

"Of course you can!! there is a reason why you have key to my house." I  scold her. 

"Hey, I was just asking, you could have a special someone over,you know." She defends.

"Sure." I said not believing a thing she said.

"Anyway, I'll be there in like thirty minutes maybe an hour." She replied before hanging up.

I rolled my eyes. She takes forever to do everything. Typical.

Don't get me wrong I love, Jewlia like a sister. We grew up together in what the 'well off' people would call the projects or the 'ghetto' part of town. I didn't live there from birth like Jewlia. I moved there when I was five because my father or should I say sperm donor is a sneaky,conniving, underhanded bastard.

When my mother was young she invested in stocks and started her own business. Well it was moving fast and was making quite a lot of money. My 'father' noticed too. Soon they met, fell in love and got married. One year later my mother gave birth to.....
well you already know. After about five years of my mother trying to run her business and be a parent she had finally had enough and signed it over to my 'father'. As soon as he got it he divorced my mother and fired all her original employees. She tried to start another one, but it didn't work like the other one. Soon she found a job at a local diner and we'd moved into the projects. I had met Jewlia in the fifth grade and we became best friends from then on.

My 'father' still came to visit every now and then till I turned nine and he came less and less untill he just stopped. I used to ask him why I didn't have his last name like all the other kids had their dad's last name. He would avoid the question or change the subject altogether.

I mentally shake my head. Now is not the time to be thinking of him. What was I supposed to be doing? Right! Cooking.

I got up off of my nice soft tiffany colored couch and went to the kitchen. After washing my hands, I pulled out my orange, Rachel Ray frying pan and pot. I reached into my brown wooden cabinets for some angel hair noodles and Alfred sauce. Once I grabbed those items I filled the pot with hot water. I was just about to put it on the burner when I heard a knock at my door. I though it would was odd for Jewlia to be knocking. She probably has too much stuff in her hands to use the key. I laughed to myself. That sounds a lot like Jewlia. I heard another knock on the door, it was harder this time.

"I'm coming!" I yelled hoping she would hear me.

People are so inpatient now a days.

I had reached the door and opened with a smile, only to be tackled into a hug by none other than Devon.

"Hey babe, sorry I was late." He says releasing me from his hug.

I slightly rolled my eyes. What girl is he trying to get away from now, I thought.

He moves to the side slightly so I could see her.

Oh, she's new. I saw a short light skinned girl with a shirt on that she is trying to pass off as a dress and it's not working. She has some pretty hazel eyes and her hair is......... Pink?

I plastered a fake smile on my face and looked at Devon.

"That's okay, I was just about to make dinner." I reply dryly.

He was about to respond but the girl beat him to it.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I was looking for Mr. Johnson and I can't seem to find him, could you point me in the right direction?" She asked.

Her voice was very high pitched, something that would get very annoying very fast if she talked a lot.

"Fourth floor, fifth door to the right." I replied giving her a small nod to the elevator.

She gives a quick thank you and heads towards the elevator. Once she is inside the elevator and the door closes I look at Devon.

"Good bye." I say closing the door.

Just as it was about to shut Devon wedged his foot in the way. I looked up at him and he had an evil smirk on his face.

"I heard you were cooking,may I join you?" He asked.

I cross my arms."your not going to move until I say yes are you?" I ask narrowing my eyes.

"Nope." He replies popping the 'p'.

I roll my eyes, could he be anymore annoying!

"Come in, then." I say opening the door wide enough for him to get in.

He smiles widely and walks in. When he plops down on my couch is when I realise he doesn't have a shirt on. Whatever.

I went into the kitchen to finish what I was doing. After putting the spaghetti on the stove I reached into the fridge to get out some jumbo shrimp. For some reason I had decided to put them all the way in the back. As my fingers touch the bowel I feel a person behind me.

"Well, if you're trying to get me to see you in a new light I am definitely reconsidering it." He says in a husky voice.

"Devon, you have three seconds to get from behind me or else." I threatened.

"Oh come one yo-"

"One." I cut him off.

"But tha-"

"Two." I cut him off again

Before I could say three Jewlia walks into the kitchen.

Shit!

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A/N: Hello! Did you miss me? Of course you did! Anyway, before you ask, yes I am starting a new story, and yes I will continue the first one.

What do you think of Devon?

Why does Nalie not like Devon?

What will Jewlia think?

Where is Nalie's dad?

Alright people, I want feedback! Tell me if you like it or not and if I should continue. I will update another chapter IF I get feedback and votes!

I hope you enjoy!

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