Elena wasn't the one to fall in love with looks. She used every bone in her body to deny her feelings, but she was pretty sure they would break if she didn't just accept it. She wanted to fall in love intermittently, but she couldn't find herself to it in this case.
He was ethereal; rich, dark skin covered every inch of the tall, athletic build of the boy. Then were the dark, brown eyes, so deep, she wished to submerge herself in its mystery. A blemish free face followed by a structured jawline would make one wonder how it was possible to sculpt such an artwork. And last of all, his lips. His lips looked soft and inviting; temptation could intoxicate her and lead to the most sweetest of pleasures, only if she would let it.
The simple task was for her to say something to him, anything. How could something so simple turn into something complex? Elena kept procrastinating in hopes that maybe her emotions would subside. Then, she thought, I would no longer need to talk to him. This lasted only a day and it made matters even worse, for her feelings only grew more.
Elena told herself she would talk to him tomorrow, only to have tomorrow turn into weeks, and then weeks turn into a month. Finally the solution hit her. Literally.
At first she suspected she had just smacked right into a wall in front of a huge crowded hallway. Embarrassing. But then the smell of cologne danced into her nostrils. Weird. She looked up to find a familiar set of beautiful brown eyes staring back in confusion. Even more embarrassing. She promptly apologized followed by him placing his hand on her lower back, asking for his way through.
Elena stepped to the side, hoping she hadn't made a fool out of herself. She also began to think of his touch which startled her, but also excited her and sent electricity throughout her body.
On the other end, all he saw was a ball of tightly-coiled hair collide with him only to be greeted by a pair of alluring eyes the shade of deep mahogany. He took note of the pretty ball of hair with beautiful eyes. She would be the next subject he wanted to pursue. But for now, all he did was gently place his hand at her back, an excuse to touch this mysterious being, and politely ask for her to make way for him.
She looked slightly taken aback. Did he touch her too roughly? Did his tone sound too harsh? He hoped not.
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Saturday morning, Elena cringed at what stared back at her: her reflection. She looked at the kinky strands of her hair and sighed, knowing wash day would take an eternity. Today would mark the night of homecoming, so she prayed to the natural hair gods that her hair would come out at least halfway decent.
After a whole five hours of washing, deep conditioning, blow-drying, then flexi-rodding her hair, Elena treated herself to re-runs of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and ice cream. Preoccupied with rapping the theme song and Carlton's humorous attempts at dancing, Elena lost track of time until her older sister, Virginia, knocked on her door.
Elena said it was okay for her to come in and Virginia rested her hip on the frame of the door. " 'Lena, do you need help picking out a dress?"
Elena raised an eyebrow. " Where was your 'help' when I was putting these flexi-rods in my hair??"
Virginia crossed her arms and began to tap her feet impatiently. "Do you want help or not?"
Elena silently acquiesced, remembering that she only clothes she owned were blue jeans and t-shirts, while her sister had the more fashionable and vast wardrobe. Elena followed Virginia to her room. She had an abundance of clothes, some of them that Elena found rather questionable. She went through Virginia's dresses wondering where in the hell she would wear some of these to, but more importantly, how did she get mom to be okay with these?
Half an hour later, (after much arguing) they both came to one accord with one dress. It was a simple little black dress that gripped Elena's curves and had a faux fur lining at the bottom. Elena wore black pumps with faux fur lining on the buckle to match. She looked in the mirror and smiled.
Virginia looked at her sister and squealed. "Awww, my little sister is so cute!!"
Elena motioned around the flexi-rods that were still in her head and Virginia promptly helped her remove them. She separated the curls and swooned at the finished product. "I can't wait til my hair is long enough to do this."
Virginia big chopped only a month ago. After seeing her little sister's success, she thought she would "try the natural thing out". Virginia had beautiful dark skin, a trait she disliked but Elena envied. She wasn't very tall for a twenty-one year old, only two inches taller than her little sister, and had full lips, wide hips, and eyes the shade of chestnut.
Virginia picked out a black overcoat for Elena and the sisters started on their way. A destination that Elena will never forget.
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