A Night In New York

A Night In New York

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Hello wonderful readers! This is my first story up on this site and i hope you enjoy it!This is an AU during the 1950s civil rights era. Alfred F. Jones, southern gentleman and ready to start college up in the city that never sleeps. Accompanying his uncle to live with him in a flat, he has it pretty good. Going to get a part time job, get through college and, maybe, a little romance. But these are dangerous times to live in. As the African American community starts to demand the rights they deserve, many are taking matters into their own hands. The civil right movement is not only the pursuit of rights that people of all races should have equally, but the right to love who you want to love. Sadly, the public doesn't know of certain people who are afraid to love. He stumbles into a cafe as he revels in his mind about everything. That is until he hears the soft and low sound of a cello player. Matthew Williams, following his dream to be a musician, works in his brother's small french cafe. Playing his cello with the rest of the hired band members, his eye catches a stranger walk in and sit down. He was certainly not a regular or one of the old couples that came in. He seems interesting, maybe he should talk to him, buy him a coffee. He has really nice eyes, sky blue eyes. Maybe later.
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Deen and Paislee Vanilla and chocolate Day and night. Hot and cold Colored | White "You know we could never get married, you just flipped your lid. We would be a closet case." "Why couldn't we get our rings, babydoll?" His green eyes danced with confusion as he stroked my cheek softly. "Because you're white and well, I'm a negro. Everyone knows whites and blacks don't bash, that's just how it goes unless you like death. So marriage, that's-that's an odd ball, Deen." ° ° ° Nothing could go wrong in the busy town of Jackson, Mississippi, for everything was splendid. Absolutely splendid. Except for the occasional riots, or lynching of innocent colored girls, the heads hanged in the city square, or the burning cross' across the street from houses. The ear wrenching screams heard from dark alleys, the glares from men as you walked into "their" diner, going through the back doors at movie theaters, or standing on the bus after a day's long of work. This was all nothing to Paislee Miller, for she was your typical colored girl in the eye of the beholder. Living in Jackson all her life had brought her many things that she wouldn't trade in the world, even the constant racism and hate that flowed through the city's air. That is until she meets Deen Rivera. He was nothing far from perfect if you asked, and everything grand. As Deen and Paislee cross paths many times she starts realizing that her solid heart was starting to open up for this green-eyed, winsome country boy. As for Deen, well he fell in love the minute he casted an eye to her. After that, he couldn't stop seeing her, touching her, loving her. Even if that meant breaking a 'WHITES ONLY' sign, it would all be worth it. Hopefully. . . Catch 22 © 2018 RyChristina

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