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thanks for the bumps yall
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Saturday came and left with no excitement I just went to work and relaxed. It was finally Sunday, my day with God completely.
I woke up at 9 so I could kill time before church at 11. I had a shower, lotioned up with some cocoa butter and put on one of my church dresses. It was cute yet classy, it was predominately white with light purple flowers all over it. Since it was a church dress, it covered my back, was not too low cut, and it was not extremely tight. I put on my silver sandals, and my diamond earrings and necklace set. I wore my hair down, with loose curls to the side. A little bit of blush, some mascara and lip gloss, and I was done. I got there just in time and grabbed my usual seat. Three rows from the front. I said my good mornings with a bright smile to everyone. The pastor, sister and everyone else got situated at the front. We began with a morning prayer and song. This was “Praise Him” Sunday so it was all praise and worship music. My favourite. Everyone was singing and dancing as usual. Finally when the music was over, we had a seat and pastor began preaching. At this point in time, it was the anointing/healing part of the service. Brother Gerard was testifying and it was mad touching I did what other people were doing, putting you hands up and speaking in tongues, I went up to the alter for my anointing and was most definitely feeling the power of the holy ghost. It was now ending the mass and I was feeling completely renewed. I’m glad that not only did I have fun, but I felt even closer to God. I was walking out the door until Sister Patricia pulled me back. “Hey baby girl, did you enjoy service today?” I smiled, “Hi sister yes, I did It was great.” “Good to hear, say you coming to my barbeque this afternoon?” I completely forgot. “O I forgot, what time is it at?” “Well if you need a ride there you can go on in Brother Gerard’s van, he has room.” She found him for me and I rode in the van because if I walked it would take about half an hour. And I’m really not trying to walk that much. We arrived and people were already showing up. Sister came right behind us. She already had a big enough family, if I were her I would have never invited all these folk from the church. I grabbed some juice since the food would be ready shortly. I sat down with some people I knew and we began chatting. In no time, the food was ready and the greedy folk began lining up like it was the last damn supper. I grabbed a plate and got in line a few minutes after. “Psttt!!!” I turned around, scared as to who was doing that in my ear. Damn, of all people. Spec. I should have remembered she invited him here. Seems like I’m forgetting everything today. “Boy who you pssting at?” “You girl, mind if I get behind you?” “Dang you just as greedy as the rest of the people out here.” He laughed. “Girl hush, listening about God all that time in church got me hungry.” “You went to church?” I asked him curiously. “Yea, I now remember why I don’t go there no more.” “And why is that?” “Cause you know all them church folk don’t do nothing but gossip.” “Yea, I hear you, that’s why I don’t be getting involved in their business.” We filled up our plates with hella food. Everything from chicken to pork, collard greens to mashed potatoes. Damn this was gonna be some good food. “Come on and sit with me and my fam.” Spec said, more of a statement/command rather than anything else. “Iight.” We walked over to where his brothers and a man I guessed to be his father were all sitting eating their food. Just mossin’ having fun. “Lemme introduce you to the rest of my fam, you already know Corey.” I said wussup to him and smiled, “This here is Marcus.” Ooo the one who Ashley dun messed around with. “And this is Diamond.” They all said whuddup. “And this last one here is my daddy, you can call him Joe.” He also told all em’ my name. I smiled to all them and we sat down and began eating. I’m telling you, I sure am glad I sat with them because they were all live as hell. Cracking jokes the whole time. I almost chocked on my food a couple times. “You know what Nicole.” Marcus asked me. I looked up from my food. “What?” “I swear I seen you some where before.” Now Spec was looking up to see what his brother was getting at. “Iono.” How could he have seen me somewhere before, I never seen him a day in my life. “At that party a few weeks ago, yeaa…yea that’s where I seen you, you friends with Ashley ain’t you?” He said assured. Shoot, he knows Ashley is my home girl, if he doesn’t like her, that’s not gonna make me look good either. “Yea, I didn’t see you there tho.” Corey chimed in. “Ashley??…………hahhhahahahahah, yo you friends with Ashley, Ashley Jamieson??” “Yeaaaa….” I said meekly. By now all of them except for Joe busted out laughing. “What in the hell is so funny, where the joke at?” I questioned getting frustrated. “Ain’t nothing funny, just ironic how a so called ‘church girl’ like yourself, is home girls with Around the way Ashley.” Marcus stated. They all busted out laughing. “What Ashley does is her business, none of mines.” I said. “May not be none of yours, but she sho’ give everyone else her ‘business’” Corey said jokingly. Wow, Ashley not even here and I still have to put up with her drama. I wonder what Spec think of me. I hope he doesn’t think I am like her because obviously I am not, and will never be. “Whatever.” I said annoyed getting up to go to the bathroom. They all watched, I’m guessing just to see if I was really that upset, which I wasn’t just annoyed that I have to put up with what Ashley does. I don’t even know why I am her friend sometimes, she is not benefiting me any. I used the washroom and when I came out Spec was standing at the door waiting for me. “O you gotta use the washroom?” I asked him. “Naw.” He replied short sentenced, staring at me in my eyes. “What?” I asked him with attitude. “You something special you know that.” “What do you mean by that?” I said with my right eyebrow arched. Before he replied he leaned in and he did it. He kissed me. It started off slow, just a small, short sweet peck. He stopped looked at me in my eyes again and smirked. I smiled back, kinda nervous because I didn’t know what he was thinking or what his next move would be. This time, I leaned towards him, he met my lips and slowly but extremely passionately we were kissing. I never felt lips like his in my life. They were so big and juicy. If I could, I would never unlock them from mine. He held my face and let go. Leaning back and staring at me, smiling once again. I was even more nervous now, but for an unknown reason. I don’t know what he has done to me already but I never felt this way. I never felt my heart racing so fast around another man in my life. He sensed it. He licked his lips. Nodding his head he said. “C’mon lets head on back out there.” I nodded in agreement and followed him. When we got back to the rest of them they looked at us both kinda funny. Maybe sensing something. They played it off and they all began talking again. Spec and I were kinda quiet for the most part. We said a few words here and there. Damn, this was awkward. Spec’s phone rang, at least that breaks the awkwardness for a hot minute. He answered and took the call inside. Leaving me with his brothers and father. “Aye you know we just fucking around with you with all that Ashley bullshit, we ain;t gonna judge you for her actions, real talk girl I aint mean to upset you.” Marcus said sincerely. “Boy what you talking about? I ain’t take that seriously, I’m straight.” “Iight.” “Why yall talk about her like that anyway?” “It ain’t my place to tell you, ask her that yourself.” I nodded understandingly. “I know it ain’t late but we need to get home because I have some things to take care of.” Joe told his boys. Spec came back and Joe told them they were going home. They offered me a ride but I refused because I was going to stay back and help Sister Patricia clean up once everyone left. Marcus, Corey, Diamond and even Joe all gave me hugs and they went out to their car. I was standing of the front of the street with him now. “Iight well I gotta get going so you gonna give me your number yet?” Spec asked me smirking. I agreed and I gave him my number. “Ill call you, so can I get a hug this time or you gonna run away again?” I didn’t say anything. I gave him a great big bear hug. He did the same. Just his hug felt so warm and tenderly. He was squeezing me so tight. I didn’t want him to let go. He did. And we finally said our final goodbyes. Him walking to his car with his daddy honking the hell out of the horn and me walking back into Sisters house. I finally got home, had a nice bubble bath, lotioned up and was reviewing my notes since my homework was already done. I finished up, and went into my calling bed. Awaiting Monday, school with Ashley, great. BUMPZZ YALL. ALSO INSTEAD OF PREDICTIONS THIS TIME ID APPRECIATE IT IF JUST FOR THIS POST COULD YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT THE STORY SO FAR, WHAT YOU DISLIKE, AND ANY SUGGESTIONS FOR MY NEXT ADDS..THANKS AND IM NOT GONNA BE HOME UNTIL THURDAY AND IM NOT SURE IF ILL BE ABLE TO ADD THAT DAY SO PLEASE HOLD IT DOWN FOR ME AND BUMP. UPZZ!! |
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BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ BUMPZ Girl: Am I pretty Boy: No Girl: Do you like me Boy: No Girl: If i walked away right now would you cry Boy: No Girl: (starts to walk away) Boy: Your not pretty your beautiful, i don't like you i love you , and if you walked away right now i wouldn't cry i would die ~C/O 2009 Babii~ $up3R $t@R $3ni0R |
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well she doesnt talk much, maybe she could use more activity or something idk i guess i like alot of dialogue but for the most part i like it
uppies ------------------------------Fuckin hate that kind of shit, You know the kind of shit that just makes you feel shitty. Well I'm in that shit. They tryna take me away from a place I LOVE, I can't leave now, m y life has JUST begun. |
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BUMPS..YA I AGREE SHE SHOULD TALK A BIT MORE..UNLESS THATS HOW SHES SUPPOSE TO BE...ANYWAYS BUMPSS
Cast Call Info: Name: Jennifer aka Jen Age:16 or w.e fits Man: Spec, Plies, Trey Songz, Pleasure or who is available Personality: Funni, down 4 her friendz, gud person, dedicated person Role: whatever fitz best Pic:   Hit me All the chronic in the world couldn't even mess with you You are the ultimate high You know what i'm saying baby? Now check this out Take my money My house and my cars For one hit of you You can have it all, baby Cause makin love Everytime we do Girl it's worse than drugs Cause i'm an addict over you And you know that I can't leave you alone You got me feenin Feenin you got me feenin Got me goin crazy I can't leave you alone You got me feenin Girl i'm feenin for you Said i'm feenin for you I don't have a mind It's all blown on you, baby Girl i'm so strung out All i do is wish for you So tomorrow if you're not here Then girl i'm down So i need you near I just wanna make it through the night So hold me tight Then girl i'm alright |
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well what i like about da story is the fact dat she has done things in her past and has decided to turn her life around for the better i also like dat fact dat she is friends wit ashley cuz even dtho home gurl wild dat dont stop her from being her she do her regardless of wat her homegurl does or has done i would like to no exactly wat she did in her past dat lead her to who she is now wat did she do dat was so bad but wateva u do keep writin dis dam story dats for sure
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