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Topic: Write in the ROMANCE genre (04/19/07)
- TITLE: No buddy wanna see us to geeeedder – but it don’t maaaadder –no!
By Kathleen Morris
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But nobody else could see past his dark chocolate skin.
â€śYouâ€™re not gonna date him, are you Jan?â€ť Lisa whispered in her ear one night during an evening worship service.
â€śWhat would you do if I did?â€ť
â€śI would never speak to you again! Really Jan, you have a reputation to uphold. And besides, I thought you liked being single. Weâ€™re a team, you, Tammy, Beck, and me. Remember, single for Jesus? You donâ€™tâ€™ want a Jamaican man anyway!â€ť
She said it like it was a dirty word, they all did. From the moment Damarco started attending their church, she could see the judging eyes. He was a refugee and more importantly, a man of God. He deserved better than that.
â€śYou guys are pathetic!â€ť Jan snapped back. â€śDamarco is sweet and polite and â€¦â€ť
â€śI canâ€™t believe you said that Lisa!â€ť Jan sobbed, running from her seat where she and the singles group usually gathered.
Damarco rose immediately as soon as he saw Jan rush past him. He knew what it was all about. They were trying to sabotage the two of them again.
Why couldnâ€™t they just leave her alone? He felt his blood boiling as he ran after her into the foyer.
â€śJan!â€ť he called out, turning his head toward the bathrooms. â€śWait!â€ť
She was crying just like he thought.
â€śNo mind what day say galâ€¦my heart is beatin for ya.â€ť And it truly was, fast and furious, in a way that he never thought possible.
Damarco drew her into his magnificent arms and held her tiny fame against his own. Jan couldnâ€™t help but sob into his broad shoulders, trying not to get his bright yellow shirt all wet with tears.
For a moment, the two of them just held each other, lingering in the embrace until their eyes met with unspeakable passion. Softly, Damarco touched his warm lips to hers and kissed her for the first time.
It was as though she had known him forever.
â€śI love ya gal,â€ť he finally said after coming up for air.
Jan sniffled and blushed, wiping her tears from her cheeks. â€śI love you too Demarco De Vigal.â€ť
â€śYou sure? Cause no buddy wanna see us to gedder,â€ť he frowned.
Just as they both pulled away from each other, Lisa, Beck, and Tammy rushed up to her and pulled her from Damarcoâ€™s arms.
â€śGet your hands off of her,â€ť Lisa shouted. â€śGod doesnâ€™t like this.â€ť
â€śYou mean YOU donâ€™t like this,â€ť Jan snapped, clinging to Demarco.
â€śGod does NOT want us to be unequally yoked Jan,â€ť Lisa said viciously. â€śIt says it in the Bible. Maybe if you read it once in a while instead of being so obsessed with Demarco all the time, you might actually find it written in there.â€ť
Demarco shook his head. â€śI AM a Christian mon.â€ť
â€śBut youâ€™re NOT white,â€ť Lisa retorted. â€śGod is VERY specific when it comes to his laws.â€ť
Demarco hung his head.
â€śYouâ€™re wrong Lisa!â€ť
But it was too late. Demarco rushed away, headed out to his car, and sped off into the thundering night.
Lisa shrugged. â€śI was just sayingâ€¦.â€ť
â€śYouâ€™re wrong you know. I love Demarco. It doesnâ€™t matter if heâ€™s black, white, green, or purple. God doesnâ€™t care what color his skin is and neither should you.â€ť
Later that night, Jan fell to her knees in prayer. â€śFather, do you want me and Damarco to be together?â€ť
One faint unquestionable voice echoed through her mind sure and steady as the rain falling outside her windowâ€¦that, and the persistent ring of the telephone.
It was Demarco.
â€śDo ya still love me gal?â€ť he whispered on the other end, shaky and unsure.
With a smile, Jan giggled an amiable yes and said, â€śNo buddy wanna see us to gedderâ€¦. but it donâ€™t matter, noâ€¦. cause GOD said Go!â€ť
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