Interracial Imagines and Oneshots [HIATUS]

Stranger

>>BWWM (Black woman x White man)

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Jason

"(Y/N), that's not going to fit and you know it,"

These are the words of my supposed best friend. I've gotten used to them by now, to be honest, it occurs every time we go shopping. I try on a dress, or a cute new top, only to be reminded by her how awful I look in it.

Unshed tears well up in my eyes but any trace of emotion is erased before anyone can see it. I walked over to the body length mirror and held the dress against my body. It truly was a beautiful dress but it was for people with model bodies and tiny waists, something I knew I'd never have.

"I'm sorry Em, but I don't think I want to go to the dance, you can go with whoever you choose," I put the dress back on the hanger and walked out the store.

"I need to get out of here," I whimpered to myself. I eventually reached my car and the emotions hit me like a train. I locked myself in and started crying right then and there, making sure that no one could see me, or at least I thought no one could see me.

Suddenly there was a knock on my window, I hurriedly dried my eyes and tried to make myself seem somewhat presentable, thinking it was Emily. I was surprised when instead of an icy blue, my eyes stormy grey instead. It was a guy I was a hundred percent sure I had never seen before. I stared at him, and he stared back, unmoving.

"Can I help you?" I asked meekly.

"Yes, get out of the car." What the hell. Was I hearing correctly?

"What did you say?"

"You heard me, get out." I know this nigga must be playing. The fuck did he think this is. I momentarily forgot about my tears as I reached for my pepper spray. I was not getting snatched today.

"Who do you think you a-,"

"Just get out of the car." I gave up and stepped out of my car making sure that I grabbed my keys as well. We now stood face to face and before I could process it, I was being pulled into the biggest hug ever.

My first instinct was to push him away, he was a stranger lurking in a parking lot for fuck's sake, But his arms just felt so good around me. After all the shit I went through in there, his warm, cologne scented embrace felt like heaven. And without even realizing it I started crying again.

"Hey, don't cry" he whispered, gently rubbing my back, it made me cry even harder.

"Obviously I don't know you, so I don't know what you're going through, but it's going to be okay. Maybe not now, but eventually things will get better,"

I laughed bitterly. How would he know? He didn't get it, he didn't know what it was like being someone like me. Someone who hated themselves and wished every day that they could be someone else. Someone skinny, and beautiful, with flawless beauty and the perfect life.

"You probably think I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about, and honestly you might be right. But I do know one thing," he pulled away slightly and tilted my head to look into my eyes.

"Whatever is happening right now, it's only temporary and it can only hurt you if you let it, you just have to pull through. So stop crying. You're way too pretty for that," he smiled.

Just like that my heart skipped a beat.

Gosh, his smile was beautiful.

How do I respond to that? It's been so long since someone told me that.

"Y-you think I'm pretty?" I asked meekly. Was he blind or just trying to make me feel better?

He laughed. "No, I'm not blind. You're beautiful, that's why I came over actually. It's not every day you see a pretty girl crying to herself like that."

I shook my head.

"Well it's not every day a stranger pops up to give you hug and play therapist. Why did you do that anyway? I'm sure you had better things to do than to try and make a random person feel better"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But I just don't like seeing girls cry," he shrugged, his arms brushing my shoulders in the process. It was then I realized that his arms were still wrapped around me.

I jumped and quickly pulled back before giving an awkward cough.

"Well, thanks for that I guess. I didn't realize how much I actually needed that"

"Yeah, anytime. As a matter of fact, take my number in case you need someone to talk to again. Call or text, whatever you're comfortable with"

I awkwardly looked at his feet which seemed rather interesting at the moment. Why would a guy like him want to give someone like me his number? What should I do? Maybe I should lie and say I don't have a phone.

"Ummmmm.... I-I don't have a phone."

But who was I kidding, as if on cue, my phone that was still inside my car rang.

He smirked, "Hmmmm, I wonder what that is then,"

Heat rose to my cheeks as I awkwardly stood there. Then he spoke again,

"Why don't you give me your number instead? I'll check up on you and see if you're alright, is that okay?"

"I-I guess it is, let me put it in your phone."

The stranger handed me his phone and I put my number in along with my name which is the only part of me that I don't hate.

"(Y/n) huh, beautiful name for a beautiful girl,"

If only he knew what beauty was. I'm not beautiful, the girl on his lock screen is.

Co-written with crazyjamaican55