One night. No names. By morning, it should've been over. It wasn't.

One-shots. Obamala imagines in fragments. Short, angsty, messy, sappy-really depends on where my incoherent ideas take me. Each chapter is set in a different time and space. Although some one-shots have a life of their own, morphing into multiple chapters. Enjoy! 🙈

A new Obamala story

Howard University, 1996 Barack Obama (19), a smooth, guarded Howard sophomore hiding childhood pain behind a campus-king swagger. Kamala Harris (18), a brilliant, painfully shy freshman armed with color-coded highlighters and homemade cookies. Barack rules campus with a smile and a promise never to stay. Kamala rules the front row with highlighters and zero interest in games. Forced together on a Torts project worth half their grade, the campus player bets his boys he'll have the church girl before the deadline. He expects easy. He gets homemade cookies, quiet library nights, and a girl who sees every crack in his armor. One cruel joke almost ends it. One plate of Miss Lorraine's fried chicken almost begins it. Between chocolate chip cookies and whispered "goodnights," two guarded hearts discover that love doesn't always leave; sometimes it waits on the third floor for someone brave enough to stop running. This story is completely fictional.

Here's a new Obamala story, with 23 chapters for you to enjoy!

Dying Saved My Life.... TW⚠️: This Story Contains DV, Death, Murder and other themes. Viewer discretion is advised.