[if you haven't read Hazel don't click on this story until you have]
This is a continuation of the love story of Nyla-Janae Jones and DeVante Swing four years later after departing from each other in the summer of 1990.
Nyla Jones October 31st,1994 Los Angelos,California
This chapter is collab with my good sis blqckmirror . I love her so much! You should check out her story Night Rider while you're at it. The replica's are from her book! It's worth the read. Enjoy!- Chelsea.
"Nyla are you ready!" De yells from downstairs. He's currently wearing regular clothes to a Halloween party.
"I'm coming!" I yell back while looking at myself in the mirror.
"Bitch you look cute." I say putting on my lips gloss and smacking my lips.
I walked down the stairs and I see and impatient De sitting on the couch.
"Really Nyla?" He says looking at my outfit.
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"What's the problem? I look cute right?" I say doing a 360 turning making him laugh.
"You look like a basketball player." He says and I give him a Duh look.
"Well obviously... that's the look I am achieving." I say and he smirks at me.
"What are you supposed to be?" I ask observing De's outfit. He had on an a wife beater that looked tight on him as his abs peaked through, a black nike sweatpant shorts that showed his hairy legs, a customized jodeci bomber jacket, and Nike Air Force 1's.
"Devante Swing from Jodeci." He says standing up giving me a view of his outfit.
"Cool, you're forgetting something." I say taking out one of his sunglasses from my pocket and handing it to him.
"Why do you have my sunglasses?" He asks me and I start cheesing.
"I was gonna wear them but you obviously need it... knowing your outfit and everything." I say and De puts his hand over his chest.
"Are you trying to say that my outfit is horr-"
"Shhh, can we go?" I ask pushing past him and going to the front door.
"Is the limo here?" De ask sarcastically.
"Why we gotta be boujee?" I ask him and he furrows his eyebrows.
"Boujee?" He asks me in confusion.
Honk Honk.
The limo honks in-front of the house.
"Here we go." He sayswalking to the front door and I follow after him. We enter inside the limo seeing K-Ci, JoJo, and Dalvin dressed up. It feels as if myself and the rest of the boys took effortwhile De just put on anything.
