Amnesia

the room isn't small but with all the space 'heat' was taking up it seemed that it was. her bed rest by the window which was wide open inviting some hint of cool air to enter.the fan blew the curtain that frames her post.A bronzed caramelized red skinned women lay in bed with nothing but her under garments on in a pool of hot water bursting from her pores. the walls of the room were soaked with sweat leaving tear trails going down into small puddles of water. only the light from the street outlines  her silhouette in the bed.her hair covers her face running long thick curly and wavy the color of amber-black. chubby and soft she stood at 5'6 1/2 hair past her shoulders.a 22 yr old creole gal from St.Louis. she is uneasy with a healthy craving for a aberrant angel she seems to never find.. fumbling around, her mind is  distracted by the night sounds. the city lights called her and she decided to answer to the beckoning. shes stepping out on this sleepless night.

CHATPTER1  "what is the problem,its to hot for me to be tired yet i am. the day has been long one should get paid while looking for a job since it is such hard work.who would've thought i wouldn't be able to find a job while in grad school?"she looks over to her night stand and gazes at the time."its only 8 o'clock?" next to the clock was a flyer. AMNESIA NIGHT CLUB."hmmm,I'm thinking P and Ant wanted to hit this club tonight." her black berry goes off with  a text message from P"hey gal , is u rolling (amnesia hella niggaz shaking booty)we gon b thur @10" "fosho,give me 60minz i will be thur0 :)" "K". Ant and p roll up outside  presents recognized by the honk of the car horn. the thing about these to friends of mine is P or rather Patricia  a short  voluptuous  non b.s kinda chick.she had shoulder length black sand shaded hair.her complexion was on the darker side of  crown royal.thick in all the right places  deep-set oval-shaped eyes that were the black-flecked light brown of pecan shells...chil Ive known her back since pitty pat and mudd pies, i was always the one getting into trouble she was the one making it her business to stay out of anything i was in lol most of the time.you can say me and P are more sisters than anything else. Antoinette or ant as i call her we met in middle school . she wanted everyone to think she was the quite new gal from Houston Texas but ofcorse  i new better.Ant was down for anything.i suppose or adventures made us kin to the bone.ant was a deep mocha ebony black.with just as black of a full head of hair to match.petite in statue with Heavy-lidded round black diamond colored eyes.i cant see life without those to ladies.

bumping music the whole way to the club i should have known it was them outside  my pad lol the music stays blasting. we jointed from  Gyptian to Plies to "this here's another nasty song" lol we had the club in that car as always DJ Ant was on da 1s and 2s.so Amnesia is always packed.you get people from all islands east coast and west coast coming to shake and bake rep their country.Ant was the one with the connect.she most of got kryptonite in her pum pum because she be having dudes turning tricks for her.with just one phone call we park and walk passed all 3LINES with the females cutting there eyes and the males tryna figure out who we are.it didn't help that we knew all the promoters and DJ's in the spot.Amnesia vibrated with sound and color.it wasn't a smoky spot but clear and open.one things for sure as the night progresses the intermingled smells of smoke and sweat and too many people will instantly assault your nostrils. as soon as we mash up Inna Di building we're noticed. it never fails.the men go out there way to smile.women make it a point to cling on to whatever they feel is threatened. and the folks we do know fall over their own feet to give us hugs.you would think it would all rush to our heads and wed be walking sideways.we planted  ourselves at our normal spot next to the DJ's booth and that's when i noticed him.in he darkness the spotlight came over him and crowned him king.and could it be? in all the commotion music body's and dark he also noticed me. he nodded his head and i caught myself smiling downwards.who is this man?all at once it seemed like it was just him and i in the club never mind those fluttering girls around him praising parts of him endlessly, his eyes were on me.
i looked for confirmation from Ant and P but honey they was in there own jive.i was so sunk in this mysterious man i didn't see my own brotha walking in and inhaling P.my brotha was a giant of a man build like a football player height of a basketball player. he stood at 6'9 and counting.with grassy gold-orange eyes.if you haven't talked to us to learn, we shouldve been twins , because we share one mind.
by appearance you wouldn't know he had the privilege of changing my diapers.i swear if they don't make it to the alter ain't no hope for nobody. they been chasing each others hid since before grade school. and Ant was all bubbled up in Jamayik(juh,my,A)if she was a deer she show would've missed those head lights.Ant was so into this man,more than what she would let on. he was a low-fat coffee cinnamon  brother short hair narrow eyes plump lips with his New York Jamaican style. i looked towards the bar not giving way that I'm staring directly at this man staring directly at me.my wafting movements was being tasted by his eyes my voice licked in by his yearning yielding ears  Who am i for him not to deny?
 i swear that man needed a building permit just to order a drink  looking cleaner than the board of health
.i had to look around to see if i was really the one who he was gocking at.a gorgeous man with his deepness of black. looking like he stepped straight out of a picture just to capture me.he had to be brothas height if not one inch shorter.his hair was silky black and he had to have stole those waves from the ocean.satin black eyes.juicy plump Afro-Black lips.a creamy black raspberry tone.i must get closer to this man.i make my way over to the bar .he eased his way over to me.i stared forward and mouthed my request to the bartender. with a smirk on his face showing one big dimple he said "what took you so long to come over here and talk to me?"
 being so close to this man made my thighs ache. and his voice was like rolling thunder, warm and thick.
"what makes you think that i came over here to talk to you?"

"who else had your attention?...i tell you what though you didn't have to come over i was just about to make my way over to you and ask you your name" blushing i calmly yet boldly changed the subject.
"Ive never seen you here before..."
"because i ain't never been here before."
"so what makes tonight different?"
"me meeting you."
"is that what this is , meeting?"
"that's what I'm making it."
 we talked for what seemed like days. there i was all alone with this delightfully strange man. talking of seasons and reasons.i thought surely my voice would melt into the cries of a hundred others but he heard every note and never missed a beat.to him it seemed i was the black berry wine uncut, sweet as nectar that comes from the vine.his eyes read my syrupy ruby lips and searched my poured enchanting amber skin.
 i looked up at him, intrigued.searching through his stony deep and lustrous dancing eyes.his voice creeped up like a storm."so why you being so stingy with your name?"i noticed them before but up close his devilish eyes invited me in grabed hold of me and shook until  i couldn't speak my own name.i smiled flirtatiously"theres not much you can do about that,well,whats your name ?"
"they call me CAJ, but you can call me Anthony" extending my hand and trying to hold on to a breath long enough to carry my name i replied "Nicole"


HEY EVERYONE SO BASICALLY I WAS SITTING BORED AND DECIDED TO WRITE MY FIRST A URBAN TALE I SUPPOSE. LOL .SO FAR I HAVE 6 CHARTERERS AND JUST ENDED CHAPTER 1. I DONT ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING TO GO BUT IM WILLING IF YOUR WILLING TO READ IT ...SO LET ME KNOW WHAT CHU THINK A LIL MORE OF THIS A LIL LESS OF THAT IT WOULD BE GREATLY APPERICATED . AWESOMENESS!!