Street Love (An Interracial Love Story)

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Hello everyone!

So I am once again doing that thing that I hateeee when other writers do. What's that thing you may be wondering? It's starting a bunch of stories at once and not finishing them. (My finished works are Learning to Fall and Street Love if you're interested!)

The idea for this story popped into my head several years ago and I'm just now putting it on paper. I will only continue writing this story based on your feedback! If you like it, I'll continue! If not, well... *shrug* Now let me actually get to this description. Or at least the ideas floating around in my head.

Homeless is potentially about a black, female, small business owner. She doesn't have a name (yet) and is in her mid to late 20s. She's everything you ever wanted to be. Tall, thin, melanated, rich. She has it all. Except the one thing that almost every BWWM Wattpad female lead character seems to want: a lover (usually white).

Enter in Derek. Derek is a handsome white male, also in his mid to late 20s. His beauty however, is buried under dirty brown, shoulder length hair, a full beard and dirty clothes. He's been living on the streets of New York for years. After being harassed by police and forced to move from his usual spot on Main Street, Derek finds a new place on the streets to call home near a bakery.

And that's about all I got for the description for now. Do know that Derek and the female lead will obviously meet and sparks may fly.

I've written a sample chapter that I would love for you guys to check out. Please give me feedback on both the description and the comments!

Also, please don't steal my ideas for all the shady ones who might be thinking about it.

Please take a look at this sample chapter and give me feedback. One thing I am looking for is a name for the female lead, who is African American and in her 20s. To set the scene, the female lead has just taken Derek, a homeless man, into her home. A snowstorm is passing through and she couldn't stand the idea of him being left on the streets.

[Female character's name]'s POV

"I'm sorry that I don't have much in terms of clothing," I say, placing a pair of basketball shorts and one of my oversized college t-shirts on the guest bed. "I live by myself and the last time I had a guy here was nearly a year ago. These shorts were my ex's." I internally roll my eyes.

"And feel free to help yourself to... whatever," I say, somewhat hesitant and again questioning my decision to bring a homeless man into my home. I hand him a bath towel and a wash cloth then walk into the guest bathroom connected to what will be his room for the next three nights as the snow storm outside passes. He follows me.

"The shower knob goes to the left for hot and right for cold." I reach under the sink and pull out a large jar. Inspired by Pinterest, it's filled with hotel-sized shampoos, soaps and conditioners that I've collected over the last year or two from my numerous business trips.

"There's... shampoo... conditioner..." As I pull out small bottles and boxes and stack them on the counter, I begin to think that he deserves better. These tiny soaps and lotions reinforce the idea that he's a foreigner in my home. In reality, he's my guest, at least for the next three days. I want to make him feel more welcome.

"Actually," I say, tossing the toiletries back in the jar. I put the jar back under the sink. "I'll be right back."

"Okay, Derek says, stepping aside slightly and allowing me to pass through the bathroom door.

I walk down the hallways into my own bedroom. I slide open the barn door leading to my bathroom and bend down to open the cabinet under my sink. I grab an unopened bottle of Dove body wash, lotion, a new bottle of Aveeno face wash and some moisturizer then had back to Derek's room.

When I walk into the bathroom, Derek is sitting on the closed toilet with his elbows propped up on his knees and his head between two of his hands. I can't see his face but I hear a mix of sniffles and sobbing.

"Derek?" I call out softly. He doesn't hear me.

"Derek," I say, more forcefully this time. He looks at me and his face is drenched in tears. His eyes are red and the look on his face is heart wrenching.

"Derek, what's wrong?" I ask. I put the soaps down on the bathroom counter then walk towards him.

He shakes his head, mumbles something then drops his head back into his hands.

"I didn't hear what you said." I step closer so that I'm standing in front of him. "What'd you say?" I ask gently.

"I said that I don't deserve this," Derek says, his voice choked full of tears. He looks at me with the same sad eyes that once haunted my dreams. "Your kindness, your warm house, a place to stay... I don't deserve any of this."

I reach for him as he begins to break down into tears, grabbing his head and pulling him close to my stomach. His arms wrap around my lower torso and he simply cries. I feel my heart rate begin to pick up as his face remains buried in my stomach. I should be afraid of this man, this stranger. And yet, all I feel is compassion. I want to help him. I want to be there for him.

I bow my head down wanting to rest it on top of his when I stop myself. As much as I think I know this man, I really don't. I need to be more careful.

I pull back from him and his tears begin to subside.

"Derek?" I say. His face is still between my hands. I let go when I realize how intimate of a jester this is and take one more step back so that we no longer have any physical contact between the two of us. "I don't want you to think of that. I want to help you because I believe you deserve it, okay?"

Derek nods slightly. I can tell he doesn't believe me but there isn't much he can really say.

"I brought you some body wash, lotion, face wash and moisturizer," I say, pointing to the counter. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No," Derek says shakily. "That's more than I need [i need a female name LOL]. Thank you."

"Okay," I say, beginning to walk out. "I'm gonna start on dinner while you're showering. I was thinking maybe a Greek lemon chicken soup?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Derek says.

I'm about to leave when Derek stops me. "I feel bad asking for something but do you happen to have a razor by any chance. Or a pair of clippers. It's okay if you don't."

"Oh of course! If you look under the sink, there should be an unopened box of razors and also a new pair of clippers. I really mean it Derek, help yourself to what you need. This is your home for as long as it takes for this storm to pass, even if it's longer than three days."

"Thank you again [again, i need a female name]. For everything."

"It's no problem. I'll see you in a few." I smile then close the bathroom door behind me and then the bedroom door.

I release a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. The next few days should be interesting.

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