In the Dark

In the Dark

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"Uh look so like uh see duppy mumma. Or a uh reflection uh see?" Asked the driver, and I squinted as I tried to get a good look of his face, and he chucked and turned on the roof light when he realized, and I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. "No. Just saw the devil himself." I replied and he laughed lowly. "So yah go come in or wah?" "Uh really expect me fi drive wid uh after uh threaten me weh night? Me good. Me will wait pan taxi." I said folding my arms stubbornly knowing damn well I would love the free ride. "My girl-" "Doh my girl mi." I cut him off, and he kissed his teeth lowering his hand brake. "Memba say a bad place uh inna yer and a night. The place unpredictable." "So are you. Mi will take the risk." "Cool." He said eyeing me up and down. "Weh yah look pan me fah?" "So mi can tell uh madda wah mi last see uh inna." He said before driving away while his tinted windows rolled back up. I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes caz him really nah go fight me pan dis? Cool.
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Excerpt: "I hate you! I scream walking backwards. "No you don't mami." he replies smirking and walking towards me. "Don't call me that." I say. Him calling me mami just does somethings to me. As I say this I hit the wall behind me. Crap I think. Trapping me against the wall he asks, "don't call you want mami, mami?" His cool breath fanning my face and that oh so familiar smirk stretches his. Weakly I reply, "I hate you Juan Manuel." "So who do you love then, that little boy from school." he ask kissing my cheek. Thinking it will make him jealous I agree. "Yeah that him. thats who I love. But it doesn't make him jealous, instead it makes him chuckle. "Wrong novio, you love me, just as I love you." With that he slowly grabs me by my waist, pulls me towards him and kisses me deeply and passionately. And not one moment do I fight the kiss or try to correct him. Because the words that escaped his month were nothing but the truth. Love stories in a love story.

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