Kinyume - an Interracial Justin Bieber Fanfiction (BWWM)

Ahadi > Promise <

Ahadi means Promise in the Swahili language.

Thank you beautiful people for reading my interracial story!

100+ views in one night is bloody insane! 😁😂

A couple people asked if Marcel in this story is the same Marcel from the video for Best Song Ever. If you are one of those people then..

BITCH YOU GUESSED IT! 😏

Don't worry if you have absolutely no idea what or who I'm babbling about because I made sure to put a picture on the side of this 'Marcel' person.

Now. Is it only me or does he look a little like Harry Styles? 😏

Yeah. It's totally me. What a bummer. 🌚

Any-who, if you want to be part of my story, don't be afraid to hit me up on here or tweet me at "@beautysraj."

Dude, I'm like the biggest pushover, there's no reason to be afraid to talk to me. I won't bite you! 😂

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE 100+ VIEWS!

I DO IT FOR THE SISTAS ONE TIME! ✌

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"It's a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us."

- Tupac Shakur

DISCLAIMER: Dude, it hurts enough that I have to make a story about a boy who doesn't even know I freaking exist. Now I have to admit I don't own him?! LEAVE A BLACK GIRL TO HER FANTASIES FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! 😑😒

Anana means soft and gentle in the Swahili language. :)

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I probably had the best "what the actual shit" expression on my face at the moment. He did not just say what I think he just said.

I won't believe it.

I scratched my neck for no apparent reason, my accusing eyes never leaving the timorous boy who was seated no more than 3 inches away. We were so close, our thighs were practically caressing each other and it made me a little fidgety.

My hormones has been on overdrive since I've kissed him. My lips were still tingling and this was almost 10 hours ago.

10 hours ago and my heart is still beating irregularly. This is why I stay away from the opposite sex and came to the final decision to become a woman of GOD. These feelings made me edgy and I hated it.

Disgusting.

We migrated to the very back of the bus which was really 4 rows away. These kids was way way too hyped for my liking and besides I wanted to get to know the boy better. I couldn't stay close to civilazation and ask him what his name was, that would blow my cover immediately.

After 10 hours of countless games of 20 questions and intense interrogating, I basically knew everything to none about the male next to me. And him me. Well...not everything. It's not like I want to harbor my secrets in a personal box with me till the good lord says its time for me to go. It's just I don't want to get that look again.

Nothing gets me angrier than that look.

I don't want to tell him and I watch as his expressions change into that look, keeping a scary distance away to give me space that I absolutely do not need.

No, I want to have someone who will overlook it and get closer. A real friend. A person who will act like I didn't even say anything and intensify the bond we've kept alive since we've met. That's honestly all I want but seeing that look on even my mom's face, I know I'll never be blessed with my wish. It's just not in my luck genes.