Colored People

The day after:

PRODUCER'S POV

Yeah, I just sorta I don't know, hate my life. "Red! Baby come on, it was a joke!" Blue yells through a wooden door. "Oh really?! So saying 'fuck her' and calling me a 'bitch' is a joke now?!" Booms Red's voice only seconds later. "Hey man, can you guys give us a sec?" Blue asks me and the couple of cameramen. Steve the main camera looked over at me. I nod my head. As we're walking away, I hear Blue yell, "Come on baby! Didn't you hear the first part?" Then the door opens. Me and all the Cameramen walk out into the living room where Pink and Brown sit on the couch. If my friends were to ask where I work right now, I'd probably say the library. I seriously hate my job. "Yo yo, Mister producer man!" Pink yells out. I sigh sadly and fake a smile. "Heyyy, Pink." I say super gayly. Makes sense since me and Yellow are secretly dating. Brown smiles her sadistic smile as always. Brown is sort of the whore of the group. She used to sleep around like nobody's business. But recently she has settled down, and is now engaged to mister depression himself, Black. "You look really tired." Brown purrs. Really? Is it necessary for her voice to sound like that?! I shake my head. "Man, Red is pretty fucking steamed." Pink says shaking his head and laughing. I sigh sadly again. Just then Black walks in. "Hey does anyone wanna talk in the dark room?" I ask. The dark room is a room we set up for the colors to talk to just us and no one else about whatever. Of course their secrets stay secrets until its premier time, then everyone knows. Black raises his hand. Brown looks at him skeptically. "What, you got secrets?" she asks him. He looks at her, and I've got to say it, sexily. "I've got plenty, I'll tell you about it later baby." He says. She smiles and I laugh. I keep forgetting why this job is also enjoyable. First Yellow, and now Black, Brown, and Pink. They're hilarious. "Ok, well then let's get going." I say breathily. Black gives Brown a peck then walks straight into the dark room.
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"Alrighty Black what do you wanna talk about?" I say. "Brown." He says. I look at him confused. "What about Brown?" I ask cause obviously he wasn't getting the drift of my confused expression. "I wanna have a family with her. But I need help telling her." He says. Oh boy... "Are you sure you want that? I mean that's a big ass step." I say. If Yellow were to ask you to marry him right now would you? I seemed to be asking myself.
Of course, in a heart beat.
If he asked for kids, would you want to adopt some right then and there? Do you love him that much?
Of course! I would go to the deepest part of hell to find him a baby. I would suck Satan's dick if I had to.
So what's wrong with Black wanting the same?
"You know what? Black here's what you've gotta do, just ask her. I'm a hundred percent sure she'll say yes." I say confidently. And I was sure. They'll be great parents. Unlike me and Yellow.