moments. [m.j]

Chapter 2

Giana and Gracie scuttle behind me, as we walk down the street. Cars in which are unfamiliar to me rumble down the bendy road, and the large mansions in which are our neighbours, are still the same, only with different sounds emitting from them. I notice the amount of kids who run down the street in groups, some on bikes and some bouncing basketballs, and dressed in colourful clothing with big hair. Everything is so familiar...only 40 years behind what I know.

"I forgot how good the seventies where" Gracie sighs, as her heels click against the concert pathway, in which is brighter and less cracked than what I know. I look to the opposite side of the road, as do Gracie and Giana, letting my new coiled half-fro flow over my shoulders. My eyes are captured by a group of black teenage boys all fighting over a basketball, wrestling on the grass. I laugh, and find myself smiling for no reason. They all laugh too, playfully throwing the ball at their heads, and tripping each other over. They all look so happy. If only guys would be like this back in 2017...play fighting.

"Hold up is that Jermaine Jackson" Giana says suddenly, emerging between me and Gracie who stand starstruck, watching the boys from across the road. Suddenly, a tall and slim figure emerges from the brawl of laughing and wrestling afro's. So thats his name...Jermaine.

"Wow hes so much hotter in person" Gracie mumbles beneath a giggle. I quickly grab ahold off their arms, and pull them to begin walking again, and they stumble behind me.

"We have to find Elaine. She can't have gone far." I say with a sigh, blinking my long lashes as I attempt at blowing my hair away from my face without using my hands.

"Exactly, she's probably with the boys" Gracie affirms, quickly bringing us to a halt, and spinning around to face the crowd of boys again. I grimace, and roll my eyes.

"She wouldn't be with them already" I say softly, pulling her arm to continue walking.

"Wanna bet? Watch this." Giana cuts in, breaking away from my arm. She struts her fit and thin mocha body across the road, sauntering towards the boys. They all suddenly pause what they are doing, and watch her attentively. She flicks her eyes back to us, signalling for us to follow. Gracie and I scramble across the road, and stand next to her either side.

I take a long glance at the boys, fairly nice looking, and afros neat and some rough, some short and some longer. Suddenly a smaller figure weaves through the group of boys (no younger than 16) and crosses his arms, standing beside Jermaine. He's better looking than i remember. The smaller boy soon recalls as Marlon, with a large lips and his hairline far beyond his forehead.

"Have any of y'all seen a girl with short shoulder length curly hair? She's about my height" Giana explains in her thick accent, her pretty lashes fluttering as she looks Jermaine from head to toe. He scratches his head, and furrows his brows.

"Why ain't you screaming? You don't know who I am?" Jermaine says with a smirk emerging from his mouth to his lips, as Marlon still stands tall beside him. I observe the group of boys who stare us up and down with wide curious eyes.