Chris's POV
After everything was set I went up stairs and watch TV until 8:30 then started to get ready I put on a pink bra and panty set I rubbed on lotion and put on my outfit except the shoes then sprayed some perfume and took pictures then texted damien "on my way where to meet you"
Damien: meet me where you met me 😏
So he wanna be funny I grabbed my Simpson clutch and my shoes and back out the window I go I got in my mom car and drove but I forgot I had got people stuff so I put it in the trunk and I met damien when I got there something told me to cut my phone off so I did and got out damien for an older man he dress like that young life be calling him shit not he calling the young life because he is fine he had on a baby blue button down with sleeves half way and tight because he so damn muscular and some white pants and white Nike's mm that light brown skin was shinning to mm what is he trying to do
45 minutes later
Me:*laughs* I'm serious I feel more native and black than Puerto Rican but I know its there because of my accent but its not about where is it its about what is it I never knew my father and he's Puerto Rican and Black but how am I supposed to know that for sure if ion even know his background all I know is he has two brother Drew and My uncle Darius but we call him Boo and he says his grandmother was Dominican and his Grandfather was Rican and my uncles dad was Just the average black guy even though I wish I could have met their mother he say she died of cancer but look I keep a picture of her in my purse or clutch in this case she was beautiful look at that smile
Damien: ya she's gorgeous
Me: yea he says she had the most sweetest heart and wanted my dad to do right but he wanted to be better than everyone is punk ass
Damien: I can only imagine
Me: what's wrong
Damien: *clears throat*my mom died of cancer also and she had such a warm heart
Me: aw I'm sorry
Damien: its OK it happens ya know at least she died happy but hey I know there has to be more you know about your father
Me: no I just got the language my mom says the lips and the attitude but that's it
Damien: really you speak Spanish
Me: and native French yes sir *giggle*
Damien: es vapo que lunes cavio (then you must know more than you think)
Me: well I know he must have been a good dancer because me and my sister and brother all dance like no other and my mom can't dance to save her life
Damien:*mumbles* no denial
Me: so how do you speak Spanish
Damien: I'm Puerto Rican and black where else did you think this accent was from
Me: *giggles* I should have known so anything else about you Damien
Damien: mm I think I told you enough its only the first date
Me: ok but how about your age I'd like to know that
Damien: ahhh hear we go with the age thing again don't worry about that just enjoy the fun
Me: I'm just asking its not like we getting married come on just tell me
Damien: fine I'm 38
Me: damn you old because my mom 38
Damien: really
Me: yep she had me and my sister at 21
Damien: that's coo well let's go
He payed the bill and we left then pulled up at this place when we walked in I didn't understand where he was getting at he took me to this dancing palcace and we did the salsa tango bachata n all but after that I had to sit down these shoes were killing me
Damien: don't tell me little miss dancer tired already
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Same Love Different Thugs
Teen FictionThis is a highly detailed R-Rated story that has 2 main characters who are both thugs and when they least expect it they notice that they aren't as hard as they come off as well once they settle down.
