《ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ》I
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𝗦𝗮𝗴𝗲 & 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗻
𝗣𝗼𝘃: 𝗢𝗺𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁
𝗙𝗲𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝘁𝗵
"Here put this blind fold on" sage had stepped in front of Deshawn so she could tie the scarf over his eyes.
"No" Deshawn said.
"Why" sage said.
"Cuz you could be tryna kidnap me" Deshawn said
All sage did was mug him.
"Nigga Ur 6'1 it would be a hell of a challenge to kidnap u" sage said laughing.
"Don't act like you ain't 5'10 nigga" Deshawn said laughing back.
"Cmonnnn we needa go" sage said.
"Okay okay" Deshawn bent down a lil so it would be a lil easier for her to tie it.
Sage walked him back over to the car. So she could grab their phones.
Then lead him on a path through the park.
"Where are we going sage?" Deshawn asked
"Somewhere, just trust me okay" sage said smiling
"Aight" Deshawn said.
Soon enough the two made it too their destination
"Take off the scarf" sage told him
Deshawn pulled the scarf off and couldn't do nun but smile and hug sage at what it was. It was a painting picnic. The thing is it was more than just a painting Picnic, this moment symbolizes something between the two lovers. She had a blanket on the grass, painting canvas, paints, pillows, a speaker, and of course Popeyes.
They sat down and enjoyed each other's company. There were no distractions no nothing, except them in they own world.
"Bro not you having the Popeyes too mamas" Deshawn said laughing.
"Shol do" Sage said sitting down on the blanket.
Then they started painting, focusing on the peace of being with each other. Novacane by Frank ocean was playing from the speaker.
"When was the last time we did this" sage asked dipping her brush in the paint.
"2 years ago" Deshawn said chuckling.
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"Yeaaa" sage said smiling back
From there they continued to talk and finish their paintings.
It was evening so the sun was setting and had those nice ombré of colors. It was like they were the only ones in the world right now. They're brownskin shined golden in the light. Sage's Afro big full and beautiful. It surely showed off her melanin features. Deshawn had his locs in two ponytails since sage insisted they would be cute and wouldn't stop arguing with him till he agreed. You could see his pearly whites from him smiling the whole time.
"You done" Deshawn asked putting his brush down.
"Yes" Sage said working on a final line.
"On the count of 3 hand each other our paintings" sage said.
"Yes ma'am" Deshawn said, and they both start laughing.
"Okay 1......2.....3..." Sage finished counting.
I'm front of Sage she saw a sunset background with a shadow of a curvy tall shadow. He even had the Afro. It was beautiful just like her. Deshawn loved her for everything she was and will become within the next few years. In his eyes she was a beautiful entrepreneur, a beautiful black women, a loving friend, a loving bestie, and a loving girlfriend, she was his other half. She was his queen and he was her king.
Deshawn was handed a painting of a two faces connected by locs. One face was facing right, other facing left. They was at a calm state of mind and were smiling. You could tell the difference of who was who since Deshawn had dimples when he smiled.
Sage sat the painting down, and Deshawn caught on and put his down as well. They need to dry anyway. Sage scooted over to Deshawn and laid back on his chest. And Deshawn wrapped his arms around her. They sat there in silence, and just enjoyed the moment.
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"I love you Deshawn"
"I love you too Sage"
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Author: Hi y'all, so what y'all think of this chapter? I wanna know y'all thoughts and opinions. I wanted this to be a nice start to the story and open y'all up to the two main characters. I hope y'all have a good morning/evening/or night, whenever your reading this.
Bye luvs ❤️❤️❤️
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