A Heart Romance
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"Wow we look like sisters don't we girl" Jasmine asked as we posed dramatically in front of her tall mirror.
"I can’t wait till the party, girl right? It’s going to be crazy." Jasmine and I were two best friends going to a party, but I like to think of it as a nightclub it sounds like we are older though we really aren’t.
"Yeah girl we do look good. We could fool people and be all like yeah we sisters."
I chuckled. Jasmine and I really did look like sisters. We both had long brown hair that reached up to our backs, we had the same face, except she had a beauty mark on the upper left side, under her eye, and I didn't. We were both skinny, Well I weight more than her. We both had the same brown honey colored skin. She had gray eyes. I had green, our moms both knew each other and we have like annoying siblings. Only the difference was that she had 2 brothers and one sister. I had 2 older brothers and 1 older sister and 1 baby sister. Jasmine and I met in my old school where we both lived together, as neighbors.
My house was white, hers was purple. So we practically lived together forever. We both came from the bad part of Brooklyn, the hood. Now we lived in the crowded part of the city, Manhattan; where it’s always crowded with unknown faces. Manhattan was the best place to party when you were in the mood.
"Ooh, I like what you have on. Some kind of retro look" She gasped with amazement making this girly look. The only difference between us was that Jasmine was more girly than me. Actually I wasn't girly at all, I was a tomboy. She made me twirl slowly making my skirt puff out.
"You think so girl? I usually don't wear skirts, its usually pants or Capri's." I explained nervously trying to cover up my thin legs.
"Yea girl don't cover up those pretty legs" She demanded pushing my arm away from hiding my legs. I decided to change the subject by telling her how she looked great as well.
"You look great to girl what you wearing?"I asked not paying any attention to her answer. I turned my head towards the mirror to look at my hair and make up. Bright cherry red lipstick and dark black mascara applied to my face and dark purple eye shadow. Tonight I felt purple was the great color. I touched around my face feeling it as if it wasn't real.
"I know right, I do look okay I think, Do I Robin?" She asked, while her manicured finger wrinkled her outfit. I just nodded, agreeing to whatever she said to me to make her feel good. I turned around searching for tights, and then I found black stretchable clothing. I wore the tights then I felt better. I sighed out of relief, when I looked fine in the reflection I stared at in the mirror.
Jasmine started searching for her mini purse for things we needed like lipstick, pepper spray, and fake ideas, and wallets.
"We should go now, come on" She gestured me that we had to go. Before I stepped foot out of her bedroom door, I sprayed a fist full of grape perfume. We closed the door behind us and her mom, Mrs. Mars looked like jasmine same gray eyes, so kind and generous. My mom was the same way. My whole family looked alike, Matt and I looked alike, and both brown hair and green eyes, skinny, and play many sports. Ed looked like mom but he had dad’s steps, his smile, and his hair. Marissa was a combination of mom and dad, small ears and big mouth kind of pale, like mom when she gets pregnant. Bella looked like mom and me, Green blue eyes even though dad had brown eyes.
We walked to jasmine's silver Volvo car parked down the street. Tonight was kind of chilly thank goodness I hadn't forgotten to bring a sweater. Under the darkness of the moon Jasmine looked pretty, not that she wasn't naturally pretty. I hesitated on going into the car, because I wasn't used to jasmine driving. Jasmine was 16 years old and I was 15, but it looked like we were both 16 years old. She was wearing a bead necklace and lipstick and heavy makeup that made her look like a punk person, and a purple crop top that revealed her pierced belly button, and a black shirt that reached up to her thighs. No tights and she wore wearing heels. I remembered when we went to get piercings she got a belly button one and one in her ear as well. I had a piercing on my right eyebrow, but I took it off most of the time because it would scare Bella, and I didn't want that.
"OK let’s go, shall we" She exclaimed while the silver Volvo purred to life, she placed the gear stick on the Drive and we went. We drove calmly, in the silence I guess we were to nervous to talk to each other at that second.
The car just stopped suddenly, "Are we here jasmine"
I asked really nervously. She nodded and she parked while I searched for our way to get in. Fake I-D. That's what a lot of people do, especially Hispanic kids. We got out the parked silver Volvo and we managed our way to get in. Acting our way in. The club was very big and lights and loud music covered the whole club.
Chapter 2
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There was a foam party going on the second floor I went to check it out, alone. Jasmine met this guy already named Chris I think. I spotted some drunken boys and girls swimming away heads. I turned around to go get a soda or something.
"Hello beautiful"
This tall man with long hair informed me in the middle of the dance floor. I just ignored him; he was probably talking to another person beside me. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly dances with me like I told him to.
"Hey buddy watch your hands their okay. Now what do you want from me?!" I yelled but not loud enough that he heard me. The music beat me to it; I knew he couldn't hear me at all. His face was not bad he was actually cute himself. Nice lips and brown eyes, His body was warm and suddenly he started to pull me into him. I couldn't resist his body, he smelled of soap, shaving cream. He pulled his arms away from me and staggered over to the foam; he made a splash while he dipped in. I slowly walked around to flirt, I was in the mood for someone to hold me and talk to me like what that guy did.
"Oh I’m so sorry, I thought you were my girlfriend, I guess I was wrong big time" He apologized once he got out of the foam. I felt myself blushing as his hand ran through his once straight hair.
"I can’t wait till the party, girl right? It’s going to be crazy." Jasmine and I were two best friends going to a party, but I like to think of it as a nightclub it sounds like we are older though we really aren’t.
"Yeah girl we do look good. We could fool people and be all like yeah we sisters."
I chuckled. Jasmine and I really did look like sisters. We both had long brown hair that reached up to our backs, we had the same face, except she had a beauty mark on the upper left side, under her eye, and I didn't. We were both skinny, Well I weight more than her. We both had the same brown honey colored skin. She had gray eyes. I had green, our moms both knew each other and we have like annoying siblings. Only the difference was that she had 2 brothers and one sister. I had 2 older brothers and 1 older sister and 1 baby sister. Jasmine and I met in my old school where we both lived together, as neighbors.
My house was white, hers was purple. So we practically lived together forever. We both came from the bad part of Brooklyn, the hood. Now we lived in the crowded part of the city, Manhattan; where it’s always crowded with unknown faces. Manhattan was the best place to party when you were in the mood.
"Ooh, I like what you have on. Some kind of retro look" She gasped with amazement making this girly look. The only difference between us was that Jasmine was more girly than me. Actually I wasn't girly at all, I was a tomboy. She made me twirl slowly making my skirt puff out.
"You think so girl? I usually don't wear skirts, its usually pants or Capri's." I explained nervously trying to cover up my thin legs.
"Yea girl don't cover up those pretty legs" She demanded pushing my arm away from hiding my legs. I decided to change the subject by telling her how she looked great as well.
"You look great to girl what you wearing?"I asked not paying any attention to her answer. I turned my head towards the mirror to look at my hair and make up. Bright cherry red lipstick and dark black mascara applied to my face and dark purple eye shadow. Tonight I felt purple was the great color. I touched around my face feeling it as if it wasn't real.
"I know right, I do look okay I think, Do I Robin?" She asked, while her manicured finger wrinkled her outfit. I just nodded, agreeing to whatever she said to me to make her feel good. I turned around searching for tights, and then I found black stretchable clothing. I wore the tights then I felt better. I sighed out of relief, when I looked fine in the reflection I stared at in the mirror.
Jasmine started searching for her mini purse for things we needed like lipstick, pepper spray, and fake ideas, and wallets.
"We should go now, come on" She gestured me that we had to go. Before I stepped foot out of her bedroom door, I sprayed a fist full of grape perfume. We closed the door behind us and her mom, Mrs. Mars looked like jasmine same gray eyes, so kind and generous. My mom was the same way. My whole family looked alike, Matt and I looked alike, and both brown hair and green eyes, skinny, and play many sports. Ed looked like mom but he had dad’s steps, his smile, and his hair. Marissa was a combination of mom and dad, small ears and big mouth kind of pale, like mom when she gets pregnant. Bella looked like mom and me, Green blue eyes even though dad had brown eyes.
We walked to jasmine's silver Volvo car parked down the street. Tonight was kind of chilly thank goodness I hadn't forgotten to bring a sweater. Under the darkness of the moon Jasmine looked pretty, not that she wasn't naturally pretty. I hesitated on going into the car, because I wasn't used to jasmine driving. Jasmine was 16 years old and I was 15, but it looked like we were both 16 years old. She was wearing a bead necklace and lipstick and heavy makeup that made her look like a punk person, and a purple crop top that revealed her pierced belly button, and a black shirt that reached up to her thighs. No tights and she wore wearing heels. I remembered when we went to get piercings she got a belly button one and one in her ear as well. I had a piercing on my right eyebrow, but I took it off most of the time because it would scare Bella, and I didn't want that.
"OK let’s go, shall we" She exclaimed while the silver Volvo purred to life, she placed the gear stick on the Drive and we went. We drove calmly, in the silence I guess we were to nervous to talk to each other at that second.
The car just stopped suddenly, "Are we here jasmine"
I asked really nervously. She nodded and she parked while I searched for our way to get in. Fake I-D. That's what a lot of people do, especially Hispanic kids. We got out the parked silver Volvo and we managed our way to get in. Acting our way in. The club was very big and lights and loud music covered the whole club.
Chapter 2
________________________________________
There was a foam party going on the second floor I went to check it out, alone. Jasmine met this guy already named Chris I think. I spotted some drunken boys and girls swimming away heads. I turned around to go get a soda or something.
"Hello beautiful"
This tall man with long hair informed me in the middle of the dance floor. I just ignored him; he was probably talking to another person beside me. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly dances with me like I told him to.
"Hey buddy watch your hands their okay. Now what do you want from me?!" I yelled but not loud enough that he heard me. The music beat me to it; I knew he couldn't hear me at all. His face was not bad he was actually cute himself. Nice lips and brown eyes, His body was warm and suddenly he started to pull me into him. I couldn't resist his body, he smelled of soap, shaving cream. He pulled his arms away from me and staggered over to the foam; he made a splash while he dipped in. I slowly walked around to flirt, I was in the mood for someone to hold me and talk to me like what that guy did.
"Oh I’m so sorry, I thought you were my girlfriend, I guess I was wrong big time" He apologized once he got out of the foam. I felt myself blushing as his hand ran through his once straight hair.
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