`coloring [outside] the lines; [+12]

“How many more question are there?” said impatient Carnell. “We’re almost done. Nell, you want to date girls from our school?” “Naw, that’s too close for comfort.” “Kay. Now all we need is a pic and personal statement, which is what you looking for in a girl.” Carnell took his laptop away from Marcel & looked up Lloyd lyrics. He was looking for the lyrics to 'Valentine.' He settled on the first verse and the hook:
Head rush
From a touch
My emotions erupt
Realize that I'm stuck
Trapped inside of her seduction
Losing my mind each and everytime, she's around
'Tell Scotty "beam me up", am I in another world?
Oh Ms. Lady Luck, I done met the perfect girl
So could this be true lovin’ that I found?

Don't know what to do, so baby I
Give my heart to you, my valentine
Through and through, a thousand times
It feels so true this love of mine
He then went through all the pictures he had of himself on his computer. He eventually settled on pic of him a beater smirking which showed off tattoo he got for his sixteenth birthday. Marcel sat down next to jump as he clicked the jump off button. A page loaded with for thumbnails. Carnell clicked on the first one and watched the profile expand.



Carnell liked what he saw. From her auburn brown curly hair, full lips light caramel skin and her curvy figure in that sassy pose, he loved it all. “Sexy and she’s deep too. What more could a guy ask for? Next profile.”



“An girl who quotes Jay-Z songs. Gotta love that.” “She plays ball, likes to chill & is a b-girl. She’s a female you,” said Marcel. From the fitted on her head to the pose she struck, her swag was just mean and certified. She was guttah and he liked that. A lot.



Her quote hit her like a bullet to his heart. It was everything he had been going through lately. He understood her. He had been burned by Hallie, but still wanted to give his heart to someone, but who?


“Looks like she likes to have fun,” Carnell mentioned. “Nothing wrong with that.” “Absolutely nothing.” “Nellz,” he paused, “she’s hot.” Erica had gorgeous long flowing black hair and mocha skin that just glowed, high cheek bones, dark eyes that just drew you in & a tight body. Carnell just laughed. “Naw, forreal, you decided you don’t wanna date her, you know who to pass her to.” “Marcel, she’s not a blunt.” “Shit, I’d smoke her.”
Carnell walked away from best friend shaking his head. “Who’s it gonna be?” Carnell sat in the chair in the corner of his room & thought. If he picked the wrong girl that would lower this trust in love even more. But they each sounded so good. But who to choose?