This fanfic is 5 Months later from the previous one
Jean-Michel
Kayla’s turning 14 today and she looks beautiful in the ruby red dress she’s wearing though I know she’d rather be in her basketball uniform. So she doesn’t feel out of place I’m wearing what I wore to 6th grade graduation yea I know childish but I could tell she liked me in it even then I saw her admiring eyes and smile. It’s a gray tux with an orange dress shirt like the color of orange sherbet. She grabs my hand my hand is dark even though she is the darkest in her family with a color that’s almost a duplicate of Prince’s. I look into her hazel eyes and even they are smiling and my lips tremble wanting to plant them selves on them and she smiles even more and I smile back. She says I have the cutest smile in the world. I hand her my gift and she tears off the sea green wrapping that I chose especially for her since I know it’s her favorite color. She then see’s the blue and green book opens it and see’s a bunch of pictures of me and her and the rest of our friends.
Kayla
Oh the wonderful little scrapbook I use my finger to trace bun’s face. Then I look into his eyes which are looking for approval that I give in a heart beat which warms his golden brown eyes. Music starts playing and he grabs my hand and led me out to the dance floor even though he seems like he’s afraid he’ll embarrass himself. He pulls me close and I put my arms around his neck and we start to sway as I look into his eyes. I then feel one of his hands on my waist and the other on my back. Bun’s grown to be 5ft 3 in just 5 months and I am 5’1 and I stand on my tiptoes and wait till my lips reach his and he pulls me even closer and his lips move across mine in a pace as beautiful as a grazing horse. When he pulls away his eyes are still closed like a person in a dream. When they open their more loving then anything in the world.
Riss
I wish Prince would die even now why you think I’m using his head as a dart board. I’m lying on my bed and I decide to call Mi who’s probably not home and is probably out with Jaafar. But I’d like to hear her voice any way.
Jaafar
What can I say me and Mi are together so what’s it to you. Ok I’m joking but still why it should matter. Mi looks up at me like I’m some crazy person. “What?” “Oh nothing.” “What?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Yes it does.” “Just shut up and eat your pasta.” Like she’s the boss of me.
Jean-Michel
Kayla’s turning 14 today and she looks beautiful in the ruby red dress she’s wearing though I know she’d rather be in her basketball uniform. So she doesn’t feel out of place I’m wearing what I wore to 6th grade graduation yea I know childish but I could tell she liked me in it even then I saw her admiring eyes and smile. It’s a gray tux with an orange dress shirt like the color of orange sherbet. She grabs my hand my hand is dark even though she is the darkest in her family with a color that’s almost a duplicate of Prince’s. I look into her hazel eyes and even they are smiling and my lips tremble wanting to plant them selves on them and she smiles even more and I smile back. She says I have the cutest smile in the world. I hand her my gift and she tears off the sea green wrapping that I chose especially for her since I know it’s her favorite color. She then see’s the blue and green book opens it and see’s a bunch of pictures of me and her and the rest of our friends.
Kayla
Oh the wonderful little scrapbook I use my finger to trace bun’s face. Then I look into his eyes which are looking for approval that I give in a heart beat which warms his golden brown eyes. Music starts playing and he grabs my hand and led me out to the dance floor even though he seems like he’s afraid he’ll embarrass himself. He pulls me close and I put my arms around his neck and we start to sway as I look into his eyes. I then feel one of his hands on my waist and the other on my back. Bun’s grown to be 5ft 3 in just 5 months and I am 5’1 and I stand on my tiptoes and wait till my lips reach his and he pulls me even closer and his lips move across mine in a pace as beautiful as a grazing horse. When he pulls away his eyes are still closed like a person in a dream. When they open their more loving then anything in the world.
Riss
I wish Prince would die even now why you think I’m using his head as a dart board. I’m lying on my bed and I decide to call Mi who’s probably not home and is probably out with Jaafar. But I’d like to hear her voice any way.
Jaafar
What can I say me and Mi are together so what’s it to you. Ok I’m joking but still why it should matter. Mi looks up at me like I’m some crazy person. “What?” “Oh nothing.” “What?” “It doesn’t matter.” “Yes it does.” “Just shut up and eat your pasta.” Like she’s the boss of me.