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I Like Anybody

Jamal and I were the only ones who didn't speak Spanish in our group, of course, Monse spoke it and was black but we didn't since we didn't have any family that spoke it.

I was hanging out with Monse when she asked about my love life.

"So, who do you like?" asked Monse taking a big sip of her Slurpee.

"I kind of like Oscar, but I know he wouldn't like me back."

"Okay, first I was going to say he's a Santo but so is Cesar. Second why? Because you're black? Girl, it's two thousand and nineteen!" replied Monse

I nodded, "Yeah, I know. But I've only seen him with Latinas."

"You never know. Don't judge someone." she said smiling, "You should go for it."

Monse was right, I shouldn't be judging Oscar, I should ask him myself.

~Next Day~

I walked to Oscar's house and surprisingly he wasn't with his homies, he saw me and gave me a nod.

"What's good (y/n)?" asked Oscar

"Uh, I wanted to ask you something."

"Anything." said Oscar offering me a chair next to him, "Sit."

"I'm just gonna be blunt and say it. Do you like black girls? Because I like you."

Oscar smirked, "I like anybody. I like you, you're pretty."

"Wow, I didn't expect this."

"(Y/n), I'm not gonna not like someone who's nice and pretty. If I like you for you I think that's enough," said Oscar placing his hand on my hand.

I smiled, "Thank you. Do you maybe want to go out for dinner and a movie sometime?"

"Let me know when. I'll make sure you don't regret it," said Oscar

(a/n: in any shape or form I want this to seem racist, I'm going to try and write more with races in this because everyone deserves to imagine themselves with Oscar)