Different Kind Of Love

Chapter 2.

Marciel in MM

Boa's POV

"We sure do," was the only response I could conjure up. "Was he this beautiful without all the photoshop?" I asked while still gazing at the beauty I let get away.

"Believe it or not I never edited anything. These are all raw and natural. Like he is," the Marciel dude said now standing beside me. If you ask me he sounded a little too intimate with that comment which in turn made me look at him.

"You talk like y'all had this connection or some shit."

"As a matter of fact we did. Which is why I want to talk to you," dude said facing me. Needless to say I was prepared to hear what he wanted to say. "I'm gonna find him. But when I do," he paused to lean into my ear. "Stay away from him."

My hands felt itchy, they really did but the mere fact that Nash could be within the city calmed me down. "I don't know what twisted fantasy you have in your head but it's funny how you wanna mark someone you can't even find."

"I know I'll find him. And I'm confident you're not gonna do shit."

"What makes you so certain?"

"Her."

"Don't let my brother get to you," Zayvia said walking up to us. "Had to get a scope of the new guy in your life. He's a good one. Keep him sis," Marciel said tapping my shoulder. "I intend to. And I see the new boy in your life," she said as he looked confused. "Don't act dumb. I know how you like to photograph your next boo thang big bro."

"Ha! I wish I knew where this one is. I'd do anything to see him again."

All three of us looked at the photo. I still couldn't find out what exactly about this picture spoke to me. Was it his eyes, that were telling me he needed me. Was it his body, that told me it had new discoveries in store for me. The skin that beamed a new shade so radiant and covered in a few tattoos.

"Well lucky for you I think I might know where you can find him," Zayvia said as both Marciel and I turned to her. "Where?" we asked simultaneously. She took a moment to chuckle. "Now hold on. Why are you so interested in this Boa?" she asked genuinely curious. I never mentioned him to her. That was a part I with held from her.

"He was a classmate at Georgetown. Which might explain why my name is on here I guess. Ask your brother."

"Don't evade Zay. Where can I find him?" Marciel said a little too eagerly. "I've always attended this underground poetry jam session every Thursday. And nine times out if ten he's always there, performing. I must say his poetry is deep. He can even sing. He's loved down there. So yeah. Since tomorrow is Thursday, I could take both of you with."

"Naah naah naah. I'm pretty sure you and Boa here have plans. Just text me the address and I'll go on my own."

I played along simply because I knew where the spot was. So he could feel all high and mighty if he needed to. All I know is tomorrow I'm seeing Nash. Whether he likes it or not.

Nashley Brooke's POV

My room was quiet. I mean dead quiet. The moon burned bright. I couldn't sleep. Rising from my bed I found myself gazing through the window at the beautiful view of New York. The city lights that graced my eyes.

I looked to the side and saw the framed picture of me and Boa that I never took down from my study. The smiles from that picture sent me on a mental spiral. The next feeling was hot streams of tears down my face. "I'm so sorry Boa. I'm sorry I ruined us. I chose wrong. I chose a man who decided it was okay to give me an STD, amongst other things."