Our Untold Stories

How it All Started

The way we met, me and my baby girl, was just as insane as the past 6 years with her. She's full of crazy things that no one but I could handle and I'm glad because I could never let her be with anyone else but me. We met back when we were both in high school, and it was an instant connection with this girl. Yep, I'm with my high school sweetheart. But we damn sure didn't start off like this.

We were best friends for a while, and even how that came about was crazy. I remember it like it was just yesterday.

I was standing in line at Zara, when I heard a crash and then saw this dope ass bookbag walk out of the store. I wasn't even focused on who was behind the bag, I just HAD to find out where they got that bag from, it had so much PINK in it, and Lord knows I love pink...

"EXCUSE ME!" I grabbed at the person's shoulder, and by time I could even think about asking where the bag was from, security from Zara came out of the store screaming "STOP HER! RIGHT THERE!! WITH THE BLUE HAIR!!!!!!!" The bookbag owner grabbed my wrist and said "We're running now, don't mess up your cute little sandals, sweetheart."

We JETTED down Broadway, and I was instantly pissed. First of all, why did she even grab my arm dude? All I wanted to know was where the damn bag was from.

"Turn LEFT at the next corner" the bookbag owner said from under their bucket hat. I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE RUNNING. But fuck it, I had nothing else to do anyway. We bussed a left and ran into the Apple store a couple blocks down. We automatically blended into that giant crowd, so Bookbag Owner was safe for now.

"What the literal fuck? What did you do?"

"You ran with me" They flashed a big ass smile full of braces. "Why?"

"You pulled me, asshole."

"But you kept running... You could've stopped." I realized we were still holding hands.

"What's your name? And more importantly WHERE did you get that bookbag from ?! That's all I was tapping you for, and we ended up in THIS." I couldn't help but laugh. She stood there with a goofy smile, clearly having entertainment from this.

"What are you laughing at you ass?"

"YOU!" She flipped her bucket up and I saw her chinky eyes and couldn't stop looking.

"Well... Stop. Where'd you get your bag from?"

"I bought a white canvas bag and then tie dyed it. I could do one for you if you want, seeing as you RAN with me away from Zara security."

"Sure... I guess... because it's def dope as fuck yo. What's your number? So I can give you the bag and stuff, of course." I took out my phone and handed it to her.

She typed her number and name in. Zara (718)-777-1107

"Your name... Is Zara?"

"Yeah, duh. That's why I take stuff from there all the time. It's my freaking store, in my opinion, so I feel as if though I should be able to take what I please. You like this sweater?" She smiled her big smile again and her eyes disappeared behind her cheeks.

"You're a fucking weirdo... But... Oh god I'm hungry. Can you walk with me to Wendy's? So we can talk more of course about the bag..."

Her smile got bigger, and she flipped her blue dreads behind her shoulder. Oh gosh blue dreads, how fucking sexy... No no no wait we were gonna talk about the bag, that's all.

"You want me to come with you to Wendy's? Only if you hold my hand, like you did when we ran here. It's only right. I feel like I earned this for some reason."

"Whatever whatever just come on, gosh. I'm Deena, by the way." I grabbed her hand, with an attitude of course because I couldn't make it seem like I WANTED to hold her hand. "Let's go. I want a Jr. Bacon so BAD oh goshhhhhhh, and some chicken nuggets..."