Lyricz ' N ' Love • A Ice Cube Short Story [ COMPLETE ]

( 1 ) It never rains in Southern California

University of Southern California

August 1987

This was the most nerve-wracking thing I have experienced, yet I've waited my whole life for this moment. I was fresh out of high school and starting my life as a freshman at my top choice for college.

By the way, my name is Lyric. Lyric Sa'rai Daniels and I must admit for a bigger girl, I got it going on.

Caramel skin like the inside of a Twix bar, big hazel-green striking eyes with the deepest dimples that you can hide your prize possessions in there if you wanted.

I think that I get slept on because of my size cause like my dad tells me, "Aint nothing wrong with you. Nobody wants a bone but a dog." I come from a family of women who are voluptuous and curvaceous.

Big hips, big thighs, everything big. But we pretty. Evidently, that doesn't get us far because we either get clowned or overlooked for the skinny minis.

I would know because although my sister Desiree and I look exactly alike I still get played to the left because she's a size 7 with big 38 D boobs and a flat stomach, and I'm a size 16 with 42 DD boobs and a great big ass to match. I had a gut but I wasn't a sloppy big girl. I could cold dress my ass off.

Daddy and mommy were both lawyers and they also graduated from USC. That's where they met and they've been inseparable ever since. Mommy was a thick girl with long, thick, jet black hair and her high yellow skin with those dimples.

My daddy said he didn't give a damn about what people said about mommy, he knew the minute he saw her that she was gonna be trouble for him and he wanted to tackle that. Daddy was even on the basketball team back then, Jarvis Daniels #23.

The woman couldn't understand why this 6 foot 5, caramel colored, chiseled chest man would want a size 14 woman with a great big ass, pretty face with intelligence.

Simply cause she wasn't the ideal woman for my daddy. But he knew that she was real. When he tore his ACL and jeopardized going pro for basketball, he focused more on his studies and she was supportive of him while those same girls cracking fat jokes disappeared.

I hope to find someone like my daddy. Anyway, they're both lawyers so we stayed drenched in nice things. Desiree seemed to have more high fashion well because she can fit most of it.

No one in high fashion is worried about us biggies, but Tommy Hilfiger does look out for me in the shirt sections. Anyway, I don't wanna ramble about that.

I want to talk about my fresh journey as a college freshman that's finally moving out her parent's house.

No more curfew's, no one telling me to get off the house phone cause they need to use it and no more getting blamed for Desiree leaving her shit all around the room and I have to be the one to clean up behind her.

We begged our parents to let us get on-campus apartment housing. Of course, my daddy was worried about us having wild parties, crazy sex, and boys over at our place.

Maybe the party parts for me, but everything else and then some for Desiree.

Mom convinced daddy to let us try it out and if he heard any nonsense we can move into the dorms where they did room-checks and had visitation hours.

I was too excited, more so cause Desiree aint my roommate so I can't have complete control over what she does.

While sitting in the car, I looked out the window as Desiree babbled about what type of parties she was gonna attend. I tried really hard to listen to Freddie Jackson sing momma's favorite song, Nice 'n' slow.