Milan (Mill•Ah•N)
"I'm not here for pity, I am here to tell you how my journey began"
(FlashBack)
It was hot this day, I was casually walking down my long street trying my best not to pass out in the humid heat. Chicago is a beautiful city but the summer time here makes it ten times worse. I finally make it to the local corner store passing a few drug dealers on my way into the store. Soon as I walk in I was hit by the cooling relaxing air. I say my usual heys to Mr Barkley (Bark•Lee) He says "Hello Milan,Coming to get your usual ey?" Yes I am I reply in a happy tone. I rush back to the coolers to get my usual clear fruit I speed walk to the chip isle to get my usual bag of hot fries. I walk up to the register to pay for my things I hear the bells on the entry door signaling someone was entering, "Marco! My favorite man!" I furrow my eyebrows looking at Mr Barkley in confusion at his sudden outburst. I look in the direction and boy was a glad I did. there stood what to be Marco(Mark•Oh) The tall darkskin glass of water And boy did I wanna drink him down I had just turned 18 so my hormones were raging about now. "Wassup Mr Barkley, You know what I need" He said in such a smooth velvety voice. "Yeah I do let me just ring Milan Up and I got you" I turn around and pay Mr Barkley an even 3 dollars straight for my drink and chips. I say my final goodbyes and walk out the door. On my way home I couldn't help but think about how white his teeth were and how chocolate his skin was. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't hear anyone saying anything to me until I felt someone tapping my shoulder. I turn around slowly cause these niggas in Chicago are crazy so I turn my attention to the person who was tapping me. I look up and it was Marco I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion wondering why he was talking to me right now. "Here is your money back sweetheart , I paid for your things , I was trying to get your attention on your way out the store but you looked in sort of a rush" I politely grabbed the money and said a simple "Thanks" . I tried walking away but it seemed to me this man could never stop talking he said "How old are you?" I replied back "What's it to you?" While rolling my eyes I didn't want to come off as rude but it was hot as hell and my edges were sweating out. He says "Oh I just wanted to take you out,Can I have your number" I looked up and contemplated on did I want to give him my number or not. So I finally break out of my thoughts and said "Yeah ,lemme see your phone" I put my number in his phone and walked away. If I would have known this would have been the worst day of my life I would have never gave Marco my number.
