Before I get into this story. This story is taking place in present time. I know that they are from 1993 but I wanted it to be different. If you have a problem with this, please don't read it. But anyways, enjoy!
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Janet Jackson
"So I'm going to be alone forever because I have standards?" I asked as I took a chip.
"It's not because you have standards. They are just too high." Amaru shrugged.
"Too high? So standards have limits?"
"They just have to be reasonable. You can't want a man just like Jesus." He laughed.
"I'm not wanting a man like that?" I laughed.
"Well that's how you put it." he shrugged.
Amaru is my best friend. We grew up together, he's like a cute brother.
"So what are your standards?" I asked as I flipped through Netflix.
"We not talking about me. We talking about you." he shook his head.
"Why we always gotta talk about me? Why can't we talk about you?" I asked.
"Cause I'm not the one having problems with men." he laughed.
"Fuck you." I laughed.
"I'm sorry. You wanna read me some of that poem shit you be reading?" He sighed laying his head on my lap.
"Alright." I sighed as I played with his hair.
" The beauty of a woman
isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes;
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows." I recited.
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Amaru Shakur
"Damn." I mumbled.
"I read that one because you always looking at a woman's appearance instead of her personality. It always ends in her being a one nighter." she said.
I nodded letting her know I understood.
"Eww. Look at your nails. They are so dirty." she said grabbing my hand.
I laughed. I love when she reads me poems. It was sexy to me. Everything about her was sexy. Especially her intelligence. She always kept it real with me. I love the little things she does. Like they way she plays with my hair and they way she cleans my nails.
"Why you staring?" She smiled.
"My bad mama." I laughed.
"You ever think about settling down?" She asked as she cleaned my nails.
"Yea. I'm tired of being with all of these hoes. You ever think about it?" I asked licking my lips.
"Yea. I just want a man who's not just trying to get in my pants and who's mature." She shrugged.
"Understandable. You ever think of someone you wanted to spend the rest of life with?" I asked.
"No not really."
"Well I have."
"And who is that?" She asked looking down at me.
"You."
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