polar opposites - a different kind love story.

chapter one ☆

chapter one:

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i'm hungry.

as i turned up the volume to, love lies by normani i felt the pain in my stomach grow bigger calling out for my mama's homemade food.

pulling up to her condo, i smile as i see her passing out hot biscuits to the next door neighbors kids. laughing, i run over to her, hugging her from behind and kissing her on the cheek.

"hey, mama."

jumping she turns around with her hand on her heart, "do you want to put me in my grave? damn child."

laughing, and shaking my head, i kiss her cheek again, "sorry mama. hey why are you out here so late?" checking my watch it read eight o 'clock, "it's freezing out here too, you're gonna end up with hypothermia." grabbing her arm, and pulling her into the house, i hear her grumble.

"i ain't old yet amara, i am fifty six years old, and i look like i'm damn thirty, stop treating me like i'm gonna kneel over and die." she walks to the cabinets, and brings out a plate filling it with fried chicken, macaroni & cheese, collard, and a slice of cornbread.

thanking her, i dig in, and wait for her to start asking the questions.

"so, how has life been treating you?"

laughing, i turn to her, to see a yet again determined look in her eyes, "life's been good to me ma, i had a big order today, two hundred cupcakes for someone's wedding, and another hundred for a bar mitzvah."

uhh, let's see, kal's mom came over, and took some of out cookies for her PTA meeting, so i'm guessing whatever fight her, and kal had wasn't all that bad, and i'm guessing you wanna know how last night went?"

with a small guilty look, she shook her head. "what are you talking about?"

"ma, you're telling me you don't wanna know how the blind date went?"

rolling her eyes, she nods, "ok, yes yes, i wanna know, how did it go? was he a gentleman? did he let you pay? did he open the door for you? did he kiss you at the door?"

finishing my food, i begin to wash the plate silently laughing at her, "ma, first this isn't the nineteen hundreds, we don't kiss at doors, and guys don't hold doors for you anymore. there's equality, remember?"

at the sign of her rolling her eyes, she knew she was going to be in for a long lecture. "god, i don't even know why i try, my only daughter can't even get herself a man, nor does she want to. was i pushing the independence thing to hard lord? was that it? cause i want children."

"ma."

"what did i do to deserve this kinda treatment?"

"ma."

"maybe i could fix her up with bob's boy, ugh, what's his name? joe? jorge? j-"

"MA."

startled she looked up, "mama, i dont want a man, i don't need a man, i am not searching for a man, not now and certainly not later. there's a possibility i won't be having a man in this life."

if, and i mean IF a guy comes along that i potentially like, we will date, maybe be in a relationship, and see where that takes us, but for the love of god, please PLEASE stop trying to put me on these dates. i'm in a good place right now, and a guy would complicate alotta things, ok?"

startled by her daughters tone, she looks her over, before sighing, and nodding. "alright, baby, i'm sorry. c'mere."

leaning to hug her, i give her a squeeze before grabbing my keys, "i have a busy morning tomorrow, but i'm sure they can hold the fort down for a couple hours, how about we get lunch, and shop?"

smiling , she nods, "of course."

shrugging my jacket on, i make my way to my car, and drive out of the driveway before she has any other ideas about marrying me to jorge...or was it joe?

shaking my head, with a full stomach, i head home, ready to snuggle into my bed and binge watch, psych.

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okay, so like- wow i really like this chapter, it's only like 680 something words, and ik that's short, but it will get longer.

uhm- i feel like some people aren't going to like amara atm, but she's like this for a reason. don't worry everything will be revealed soon. ♡

gimme your opinions, and vote and share if it was good.

constructive criticism is ok, but just being rude will get you muted.

until next time, my honey buns,