Black's POV
Brown walks into the kitchen where I am currently working on dinner, three cameramen following behind her. Have I ever worried about Brown's hoe history? Nope. As soon as she met me she changed. She couldn't keep me out of her head and me her. But at times she calls me old school because of the things I say or how I speak. "Hey honey~" Brown says in her usual purr like voice. I turn around from the pan of stir fry and smile. "Hey baby." I say. Compared to Brown my voice is brisk and hard. She, pretty much, floats over to me and gives me a sweet, vanilla and honey flavored kiss. The flavor of her favorite gum. "Mm, you got anymore gum?" I ask. Brown giggles. "Yes actually. I just bought two more packs." She says nodding her head. I look at Brown confused but still smiling. "Didn't I just buy you three packs yesterday?" I ask. Brown nods. "I think I have a problem~" Brown says still purring even though she's giggling. Now's as good a time as any, I think to myself. "Hey Brown can we talk seriously for a sec?" I ask. Brown nods, but in her eyes I can see the worry. She's anxious, she probably thinks i'm gonna break up with her. "So earlier today when I went into the dark room, I asked Hunter, producer man! About us." I start. "What do you mean us? I thought things were going fine, did I do something? I swear I've been good. I just, i don't know where this is coming-" I laugh. "Brown, baby, i'm not breaking up with you. Please let me finish before your assumptions drive you any crazier." I say. Brown takes a deep breath and smiles. "Ok, i'm fine now." She says. I nod before continuing. "I just really love you and wanted something even more special than just marriage. I mean of course I want this wedding more than anything. But, this next thing I have in mind might break that statement." I say. Brown is smiling harder now. "I love you too~" She purrs a little more sadistically. "I want to have kids. And I really mean that. I know how usually guys make a run for the hills the minute they hear the baby talk, but I really want to have a family with you, one that's more than just a puppy. I want a sleeping, pooping, laughing, crying, eating, LIVING, baby." I say. By the time I finish my speech Brown is softly crying. "I want all of that too. I want even a puppy also. But more importantly I want it to be with you Black. Nothing would be better than a family with you." She says through light tears.
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Colored People
HumorThis isn't racism, this is crayons. What would our world be like if the crayola colors were people and the cra-Z-art colors were just some freaky ass parallel twins that crayola hated? I've been wondering too. THIS IS A LEMON STORY!!! DEAL WITH IT!!