While I still work diligently on Boondocks Playlist 2, along with Blood and Reign, I'm giving you guys my latest project that I've had such a pleasure working on so far and I hope you guys like it.

So, here we go. Welcome to Heros and Desires.

Enjoy

Chapter 1: First Impression

"C'mon Desiree! It was your idea to go to this party!" her cousin Jessica yelled from outside the bathroom door.

They had just a week and a half left to go before they started Junior Year of high school and surprisingly Desiree wanted to go out to a house party for a night. Just because. Hey, you gotta try it once in your teenage life, right?

At 17 already, being a year behind her original graduating class due to the death of her mother in 6th grade, Desiree Campbell was a chocolate girl with her head held high, but her nose always in a book. Although standing five foot four and a half, she was a force to reckon with. She's known to be very quiet, however, still friendly if approached correctly. But once her gears get to grinding there's no telling what's going to happen. Though she has no problem brushing off conflict with anyone, much like just about everyone else, she does have buttons that shouldn't be pushed. Starting with her mother.

"Calm your tits Jess. I'm actually trying to get pretty." Desiree called back nonchalantly putting the finishing touches on her curls.

If Desiree were to flat iron her hair, for starters it would eventually kill her hair so she didn't bother, but her hair would fall between her shoulder blades. She always kept it in its natural Afro like curls. And they always stayed soft. Coconut hair lotion or oil and tingly tea tree shampoo and conditioner did wonders.

In the midst of her admiring her hair, Desirees thoughts were interrupted by Jessica bursting through the door.

"Did you really just say your actually trying to get pretty?" Jessica gave her cousin a quirky eyebrow. Desiree gave her a goofy grin. "Girl, you are, first and foremost, black, and second you're my cousin. We don't hafta try to be cute. We are." Jessica flipped her straightened dark burgundy hair.

Opposite to Desiree, Jessica was definitely a social butterfly. Standing at five foot six, and a quarter shade lighter than Desiree, she loved to laugh, she loved to flirt and she was always boisterous and bubbly. Still, Jessica had a very dark side. She wasn't the vengeful type but wasn't the type to back down either. When provoked, Jessica can be quite brutal. She used to be the type to go off and punch someone in the face and ask questions later but after Desiree came to live with her and her father she has since changed her ways. Instead she uses her words, and 99% accurate knowledge of just about their graduating class to keep haters in line.

She'll still beat a bitch ass though.

Desiree finished her hair finally and turned to her cousin for approval. Jessica gave a puzzled look.

"Why wont you just let me put a flat iron to your hair? I do love your hair but, you got length and body. Lucky bitch." she pouted playfully. Desiree shook her head with a chuckle.

"We talked about this. No. And I suggest you stop applying so much heat to yours." she flipped her hair as she exited the bathroom, Jessica in tow.

"Girl, please. Don't be a hater cause your hair game ain't on fleek." Jessica joked.

"Ugh! I hate that word. What does the shit even mean?" Desiree groaned as she walked to her dresser to pull a pair of medium gold hoops.

Desiree strictly wore gold jewelry because it made her feel like an Egyptian Queen. She had only one silver ring in her possession only because it belonged to her mother. And she wore it on her right hand on her middle finger because it would be too loose on her ring finger and too tight on the index. Symbolic for the her mother who was always right and who kept Desiree centered. She never took it off.

"Not entirely sure. Probably a mix of 'geeked' and 'fly'. No matter the definition I'm still better lookin than most of them hoes at school." Jessica replied putting on her lip stain.

"You use that stupid made up word and you don't even know the definition?" Desiree frowned at her cousin who Kanye shrugged. Desiree shook her head.

"Anyways, you done? I'm tryna fuck shit up tonight." Jessica gave herself a final once over in the full length body mirror. Desiree appeared behind her in the reflection. Jessica took out her phone. "Quick, selfie!" she pulled up the camera on her iPhone. Desiree normally wouldn't but hey, why not? After Jessica snapped the image her fingers started to move to caption the picture and post it all over social media, Desiree gave her a playful look of disapproval. "Don't judge me." she grinned.

"Too late." Desiree sighed.

Quarter past Eight

The two brown skin beauties arrived at the party just in time. It was actually poppin. The music was on point too. Jessica started to dance immediately.

"Yaaaas. That is my shit! I'm bout to fuck shit uuup." she threw her hands up in excitement as they made their way further into the crowd. But first things first...

"Jess just promise me one thing. No fights please. Especially after last time." She admonished her already in party mode cousin. "I don't need Tanya and Bianca on my ass after the stunt you pulled last year. I am not saving your ass again." she waved a finger at her.

"Yeah you will. And let that bitch Tanya try to get big. She ain't shit. She ain't gon do shit. She bitch made like that under aged trap hoe Bianca. I'll knock both them bitches into graduation." Jessica sucked her teeth.

"No. Fighting." Desiree gave a warning glare.

"Iight. Shit." Jessica finally got away from Desiree. She hated to admit it but Desiree was right. All the fighting really wasn't worth it. But some days she just needs a release of anger. Tanya and Bianca faces were just present last time.

"So no fighting she says..." Jessica pulled a nip of Grey Goose from her purse. "She ain't say nothin bout drinkin tho." Jessica smirked to herself as she chugged the liquor.

Meanwhile, Desiree walked around a bit to feel her surroundings. Where was the strongest vibe for her to get down? The biggest room with the most people of course. Out of nowhere someone grasped her wrist and pulled her toward them. She quickly got into defense mode. Until she realized who it was, then she wanted to run.

"Ugh. What Malcolm?" she rolled her eyes and lightly tugged her arm back from him.

Although sinfully handsome, Malcolm was a light brown eyed, strong jawed, six foot two pig. And an extremely selfish one at that. She used to have a thing for him until freshman year when they had American Lit together. And she would have known right off the bat that he was an actual fuck boy had she mustered up the courage to talk to him. But instead he opened his mouth and ruined his whole image when one day he asked her "What kind of jeans are you wearing? Can I get into them?"

Bruh.

"Nothin. I jus saw you walk into the spot with your cousin and I knew I had to say wassup." He licked his full plump lips. God, why did he have to be a hot, incurable dick hole?

"Well you saw me. Bye." she tried to swerve but he reached for her again.

"Hol up. I jus wanna talk. Maybe dance witchu too." He stopped her. Desiree rolled her eyes and sighed. She was ready to go in on this dude.

"What do you not understand about the word 'No'?" She took a step back before she got violent.

"Yo, why you actin like you ain't never want this before? You too good for a nigga?" Malcolm twisted his face in disgust. Because she was the one in the wrong, actin a damn fool, right? Was this dude serious?

"Because I did and I know for fact it ain't worth it. So if you don't mind I'm gonna go dance alone." Desiree snapped turnin on her heel.

"Yo!" Malcolm reached for again only to have his wrist snatched at the same time only painfully twisted in a direction it didn't belong in. "FUCK!" he hollered.

"Clearly she wants nothing to do with you so I highly advise that you leave her alone while you still have a chance. Or else you wanna deal with me instead." a voice warned calmly from beside him.

Standing just two inches taller than Malcolm and an Afro as his crown, Huey Freeman appeared with his infamous scowl. She remembered meeting him last year in their history class. He was quiet but she's worked with him a few times and he's super smart. But she's seen him in a scuffle once before and he could definitely hold his own. She's met his girlfriend Jazmine too, along with their friends. They were great people.

"This ain't yo business." Malcolm nostrils flared in irritation. He must have known he messed up somehow because he wasn't trying to cause a scene again. In fact he was quieter.

"Well, shes a decent person and a good friend of mine. So I really think it would be in your best interest to leave her alone. But first things first..." Huey twisted Malcolm wrist behind his back as the poor guy grunted in agony. "Apologize." he demanded.

"Iight fuck! Desiree I'm sorry." Malcolm spoke through gritted teeth. Desiree looked at Huey who gave a half quirked brow and in return, she grinned with a look of satisfaction.

"Apology accepted." she said calmly. Huey released the arrogant teen roughly as he scurried away.

Desiree smirked at Huey who simply put his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you." She smiled lightly. He shrugged.

"Huey P. Freeman, are you hurting people again?" a voice screeched behind them. Jazmine and the gang had finally caught up the their Afro haired leader.

Jazmine stands an adorable five foot three. Strawberry blond hair that fell into curls down her back and cascading over her shoulder not to mention her always glowing emerald green eyes. Like her, her eyes were always playful, sweet and held an underlying fire. And it suited her. She could be feisty sometimes. Much like she is now.

"I had a reason." Huey shrugged. Jazmine waved a warning finger at his nose.

"Behave. Hey Des. I thought you didn't like parties?" Jazmine hugged her tight.

"I could say the same about this one here. How did you manage to drag him here?" Desiree joked playfully gesturing toward Huey who glared disapprovingly.

"He doesn't want me to say anything but it was him who asked me to tag along because a friend of ours is Djing this party." she explained without missing a beat. Huey released a heavy sigh as his girlfriend once again did something he told her not to. Him asking them to parties is indefinitely out of character for him hence why he told her not to say anything and make it seem like the other way around. Granted he didn't care much for others peoples thoughts about him but he kinda also had a reputation to keep up.

"Do you ever do as you're told?" he questioned massaging the bridge of his nose. A tall dark dread head put his arm around Huey shoulder and laughed.

Michael Caesar, or just Caesar as everyone knew him, is Huey right hand man. Even though they acted totally different their views on almost everything was just about the same. Standing six foot three, shoulder length dreads braided in a mohawk, lean and maybe just a little darker than milk chocolate and a Morris Chestnut white smile and a sense of humor that can light up a room. He was a total catch but he already had a lady in his life, who actually was just a great person like them.

"C'mon man, you know Jaz just as hard headed and non listenin jus like yo ass. That and she definitely said she was more than likely gonna forget she agreed to not say anything but her ADHD tends to get in the way." he clowned earning a slap from each party. "Aye I jus re-twisted my dreads. They still hurt." he flinched still laughing.

"But that didn't stop you from askin me to tighten them either when I braided them." Cindy poked him on the back of his neck.

Cindy "Fearsome" McPherson was a spitfire with a heart of gold. At five foot seven, long blond hair that cascaded down her back in a high fashion ponytail. Her icy blue eyes pierced through his skull with so much sarcasm it was suffocatingly funny. The blond bombshell became legendary when she took the girls Varsity Basketball team to the championship and won and bringing Woodcrest its 5th title! And hopes to do it again this year.

"So you said a friend of yours is Djing and that's why you guys are all here?" Desiree asked. They all nodded. "Where is he?" she pondered.

"He's doin his thing. We wont see him until the end of the night. He hates being distracted." Huey explained waving off the subject.

As much as people question how they all became friends, Desiree could see why. They all channel each other somehow as well as compliment each other. She's heard stories about the things that happened to them and as ridiculous as they sound, miraculously they were true.

"Huey be nice." Jazmine sighed. She led Desiree into the large room where most of the party was. Where they all danced and laughed and had a great time. "See over there?" Jazmine pointed in the direction of the speakers where the DJ table sat between them. It was a tad dark so she could hardly see who was back there. All she could see were his red and black Beats by Dre headphones over his ears.

"Oh I see. I like his taste in music. Old school with some new but the party anthems of the last maybe...three generations. I'm quite impressed." Desiree complimented. Jazmine was impressed as well. The girl must know her stuff to understand his taste so well.

"Good, she seen him. Can we do what we came to do please. We jus got here and I'm tryna show these kids how to get down. Cin, you comin?" Caesar grabbed the blond by her hand to the dance floor.

"See ya guys. Be good." Cindy waved off into the crowd.

Next to come through the speakers was one of Desirees all time favorites. Janet Jackson Rhythm Nation, the extended version. She almost lost her marbles.

"Jazmine please come dance with me. I know you dance!" Desiree giggled stealing the biracial beauty from her Afro crowned boyfriend. Which she actually had no objections. And neither did he.

She told herself she was gonna have some fun and enjoy herself and there was nothing to stop her.

A little after 11pm

Desiree and the gang were all sitting around having a good laugh and taking a breather from dancing. All but Huey.

"Hey Jazmine wheres Huey?" Desiree questioned. They all looked around for a moment before anyone caught sight of him.

"Oh he's over by the DJ table talkin to..." Caesar was cut off by a sudden commotion not too far from them. A string of 'Oohs' and 'Damn' could be heard from throughout the crowd. They all managed to push through to get into the middle to where the center of attention was. Much to Desirees disapproval it was her cousin against Tanya and Bianca like she didn't want to see but somehow knew she was gonna see sometime during the night. And even worse Tanya and Bianca had a couple other friends with them. This didn't look too good.

"Desiree...ain't that your cousin?" Caesar pointed out. Desiree mentally face palmed and groaned in irritation. Not again.

"Oh God." she exhaled in frustration. "I told her not to do this tonight and she does it anyways. I swear to God shes gonna get me arrested one night. Jazmine, Cindy can I ask you guys to back me up if need be?" Desiree asked the girls, although she really didn't want to but what choice did she have at the moment?

"No problem." The girls agreed without missing a beat.

Now all she had to do was keep her crash dummy cousin from starting a brawl. Hopefully no blows need to thrown tonight because she was not in the mood.

"Girl you jus mad as fuck because ya nigga was all in my Insta, all in my tweets all in my Facebook and watchin all my snaps while ya pussy keep getting dry. Not my fault ya nigga thirsty for a real bitch." Jessica dissed Tanya who tried to wave her fingers in her cousins face saying that instead Jessica knew they were together and started fucking her current boyfriend. Even though if anyone really knew Tanya she couldn't keep a relationship to save her life.

"Bitch I know you fuckin my nigga don't even deny it. He only on you this past week because I was on my cycle and he couldn't get none out of me and he was seeking something artificial to jack off to. So you ain't nothing but a damn game to my nigga." she shrugged trying to be proud of her response. Knowing Jessica it was a different story and she was about to lay it down and piss her off.

"Ha! Okay first the fuck of all, if he was truly your nigga and wanted to be with YOU, my nigga, he woulda waited until after your nasty ass pussy stopped smellin like fish and chips, he woulda been catering to you and your needs the whole week instead of hoppin in his cute Gray Nissan coupe tryna talk to me at the last summer basketball game and tryna get up in my clean pristine pussy while you were curled up watchin Maury on your only local cable havin ass at your house." Jessica snapped. The whole crowd lost their minds. You could hear people screaming 'World-star' pulling out their phones knowing it was about to get ugly.

Desiree jumped in the middle of the two and tried to put her cousin in check.

"You told me you weren't gonna do this tonight. You promised." Desiree spoke through gritted teeth. Then suddenly the smell of liquor hit her nostrils. "Oh my fucking God are you drunk?" she questioned.

"And here's hoe number two! Comin to save her kin. I guess bein hoes runs in the family. Y'all don't know Desiree is the silent hoe! She'll steal a nigga in a quickness but try to be low key about it. But bitch we know!" Tanya shouted at her. As usual Desiree could ignore it because everyone knew Desiree dated only one person in high school. And they split up some time ago when she found out the girl he called his 'play sister' was having his child. While they were still together.

"Keep talkin shit bout my fam bitch! I'll split ya lace front." Jessica threatened.

"Yeah iight bitch! Y'all gon get sick and die jus like her nasty ass momma who died of AIDS because she was too busy fuckin madd niggas to raise her child!" Bianca shouted at the girls. The whole crowd took a few steps back. They all knew not to speak on Desirees mother. Not once. But to talk shit about her mother to her face and attempt to spit on her good name was a crime punishable by death...or at least an ass whuppin to end all ass whuppins.

"Yo..." Desiree spoke quietly. The music was down low so they could hear. Everyone began to listen. "You can call my cousin out her name, she'll fuck you up, you call me out my name, I won't give a fuck because you are the absolute worst kind of female and you couldn't drag my name through the mud even if I was covered in glue and goose feathers. But the last thing you do is open your mouth and start flappin ya gums about my mother. That calls for an ass whuppin and physical pain on level that cannot be seen if I were to jus let this go by rashing your entire existence quietly. So instead I'm going to do this once and hope I won't have to do it again..." Desiree spoke all too calmly while she flexed her knuckles to release the tension and nitrogen bubbles in her neck and shoudlers.

"Whatchu gon do, pray?" Tanya clowned.

Without a single word and before anyone could move to stop her, Desiree was on top of Tanya throwing direct blows to her frame. Jazmine and Cindy pulled the girls away from each other as best they could until Jessica and Bianca got into a brawl all on their own and then all hell broke loose,

"YO! BREAK! THE PIGS ARE COMIN! CLEAR OUT!" someone screamed above the commotion and then everyone broke into a frenzy trying to run for the door. Caesar grabbed Jazmine and Cindy as quickly as he could and went back for Desiree only to find her still attached to Tanya. Jessica was already outside. Bianca was nowhere to be found. Just like something she would do. Leave her friend to fight for themselves.

"Desiree cmon! We gotta go!" Caesar pulled her off Tanya and led her out the door. "I gotta go back to find Huey. Just find Jessica and get out of here!" he called out to her as he ran back into the house.

Desiree scrambled to find her cousin who was arguing with Tanya by herself in the middle of the street ready to go a second round. Oh hell no. Even worse, the bitch was drunk!

"Jess, lets go! I'm not tryna go to jail for disturbing the peace and underage consumption of alcohol. Move it!" she snatched up her cousin. And just as they made their escape the police were already pulling up the street to clear out the party. "Shit!" Jessica smelled like booze and Desiree just got into a fight and was a total mess. They were to look suspect for sure.

"Hey! You with the curly fro, over here! So the cops won't see you!" a boy in a red hoodie called out to her and Jessica. Desiree snatched up her cousin and followed the boy away from the house into an empty field not too far away. In fact it was a park. They all high tailed toward a jungle gym and hid in and around the tunnels. They waited until the sirens stopped before they decided to come out.

"Wait here. I'll see if its clear." the boy whispered to the girls and went ahead to peek around. "Alright, it's safe. You can come out." he called to them.

The girls emerged from under the tunnel. Desiree immediately turned to Jessica angrily.

"Did I not tell you to not get into it if those girls showed up?! Did the words 'Please, no fighting.' not register in your frickin head?!" Desiree yelled at her cousin who was too busy in lala land to pay any attention. She must be really drunk. Great. Her cousin was intoxicated and their car is all the way back where the party was which was still probably being searched by the police for any suspicious behavior or any leftover teens still trying to get home. Just peachy.

"Des, calm down. We didn't get arrested so we're not exactly in any trouble with anyone. That counts for something right?" Jessica started to hold her head. She must have drank too much. This didn't escape Desiree at all.

"Oh god. Jess please don't. Not now." knowing what was going to come. Even though she hoped on everything she could that it wouldn't happen...sadly it did.

Jessica tossed the contents of her stomach onto the grass. It smelled horrible like a mixture of bad liquor and stomach acid which it was exactly. Stupid her knew she was going to drink tonight and didn't eat before she cracked a bottle. Unbelievable!

"You are such a pain in the ass!" Desiree growled turning away from her cousin while she puked up whatever acid lay in her stomach. This was just fucking perfect.

"Um, excuse me..." the boy called to her. As soon as Desiree turned to answer him, Jessica hit the ground with a firm thump.

At that moment Desiree never wanted to punch a wall or someone so bad it made her head throb. She got so angry she started literally cursing at the wind. "I hope you're fuckin happy karma! But what the hell have I done to you, you old bitch?!" she yelled to the sky in frustration.

"Umm, if you need help bringing her home I can lend a hand if you like?" the boy said to her. Desiree couldn't decline such an offer. He did help them escape and Jessica was probably out like a light and heavy as a rock at the moment so why not?

"Yeah. That would be very helpful. Thank you." she sighed quietly. She finally stopped to get a look at the boy who helped her and man...he was gorgeous!

At least six feet even, he was pretty tall for an Asian guy. Then again, Yao Ming was roaming the planet so how uncommon was it now to find a tall one? His lips were full and hair was medium length. Maybe to his shoulders, and dark as the night sky. He even had a bit of a thin beard. Evenly lined up and added to his already handsome features. His tawny colored skin looked soft, but by his size he looked masculine. And then his chestnut brown eyes focused on her attentively waiting for her to give direction. He really was gorgeous.

He bent down to pick Jessica off the ground where she had passed out and looked to Desiree for direction on what to do next.

"Thank you for helping us." Desiree started still in a daze.

"No problem." he flashed a handsome smile that made her insides tingle in anticipation as to what would come out his mouth next.

They walked silently back to the scene where everything had finally cleared up. She led him to Jessicas little red Honda where he placed Jessica in the front seat. Once she was buckled into the seat Desiree closed the door and turned to her helper.

"Thank you so much for this. I hope we didn't cause you too much trouble and I hope she wasn't heavy." she joked the last part. He gave a chuckle and a small grin.

"Hey no problem. You'd be surprised how many times I've actually done that, it doesn't bother me." he shrugged nonchalantly. They smiled at each other into an awkward silence. "Oh where are my manners, my name is Hiro Otomo." he reached out to shake her hand politely.

"Desiree Campbell. And that's my cousin Jessica Campbell. I really wanna apologize for her actions and ruining the party for you." she said with a sigh. She was truly embarrassed. Surprisingly he waved it off happily.

"Its fine. Really. My brother had a drinking problem once until I helped him kick the habit." he spoke. Desiree gave a puzzled look. Hiro got into defense mode. "Wait, I'm not saying she has a problem I'm saying I know what its like to drag a drunk family member home. But at least you're not alone." he shrugged. Hmm. Now that she thought about it, he was right. If she was alone getting Jessica home would've been a struggle. And then having to explain to her uncle would be worse. If he was awake.

"You heading home?" he asked.

"Yeah. Gotta tuck her in and prep for the hangover she's gonna have. Do you need a ride?" she offered. Hiro shook his head, ready to decline.

"Nah. I couldn't. I feel like I've over stayed my welcome so I'll uh...I'll walk." he gestured. Desiree shook her head.

"Oh no. I can't let you do that. After you helped us twice. Its the least I can do. Please?" she asked. He sighed and chuckled.

"Alright. I'm on Mezzo Drive. It's a big green house. Can't miss it." he described to her. Well what do you know...

"I live on Mezzo Drive. I'm in the light gray house not too far from you. Across from the orange house." she beamed. Hiro laughed.

"Haha, no way. I guess you'll be home faster than you think." he smiled at her. She gave him a wide grin. Hell she even blushed a little bit. And she wasn't bothered by it one bit. And clearly, neither was he.

"Lets get her home. And you." Desiree opened the car door and they got in and drove away from whats left of the party scene. The silence from the start of the drive was awkward so Desiree sparked up a conversation. "I believe I've seen you before. You live with another guy, your dad I presume?" she asked. Hiro shook his head but still held a genuine smile.

"No, that's my older brother. He's a cool guy I guess. My um...my parents are in Japan." he told her. Normally Desirees curiosity would get the better of her but he sounded a bit sad when he mentioned his parents being elsewhere. Instead of asking questions, she pushed past and asked something different.

"So how old are you?" she asked.

"Seventeen in December. Capricorn and proud." he flashed a leather necklace around his neck that held the symbol for Capricorn. Desiree smile.

"An earth sign? Right on. I'm a Taurus. Stubborn as they come." she admitted. Hiro gave a breathy laugh and smiled at her.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Seventeen already. I um, was held back in sixth grade because I went into a depression because my mom died." she confessed. Hiros heart ached for her in that moment.

"My condolences." he spoke softly. Desiree shrugged.

"Its alright. I've learned to accept it. Not quite over it but you know, I'm getting through every day." she smiled sadly. Clearly he could see her mother meant a lot to her and she missed her a ton. But out of respect he chose not to further the discussion about her mother.

"You go to school around here?" he asked. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Yup. Starting Junior year of high school at G. Washington Carver in a few days." she told him. He nodded his head.

"Cool. I guess I should see you around in the halls sometime huh?" he joked. They both laughed. "Wouldn't be surprised if you knew a few infamous friends of mine." he looked out the window. Desirees eyebrows furrowed.

"Who?"

"The Freeman brothers, Huey and Riley. Caesar, Cindy, Jazmine...any of those names ring a bell?" he asked. She almost stopped the car in excitement.

"Huey has a brother? I totally didn't know that. But its funny you should mention them and I was with them before the fight broke out. They're super cool people." She was getting a tad suspect. Hopefully he wasn't some crazy person stalking her for the hell of it.

"Well whenever I DJ at a party I tell them to come down and show a lil support. But I've been doin this for so long that now this whole city knows my name. And I just call on them just to have a lil fun. Thats family. Thats my entourage." he nodded proudly. He must really love his friends to speak so highly of them. "So going back to the subject of school, what building are you in?" he asked.

"Um, I was in Yellow House but Red had most of the advanced classes so I switched." she explained. Hiro nodded. Cute, funny, humble and smart. She was quite a catch.

"Cool." he grinned.

"So you being all popular, so to speak, I bet you have a girlfriend or two floating about huh?" she questioned. She could see his eye brow quirk in amusement. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Nah. Girls these days aren't exactly what I go for. The whole always doin their hair, their nails, putting on make up. I don't mind if a girl were to do her hair everyday, because she wants to look presentable or at least pretty but the whole get up of doin make up too..."Hiro shook his head. "No. That's unnecessary. You could be..."

"Sweatpants, hair tied, chillen with no make up on?" Desiree finished for him. Hiro slowly leaned back in his seat laughing lightly with a cheesy ear to ear smile and folded his arms across his chest.

"Yeah." he nodded.

Desiree looked into the mirror to see him still smiling at her. God he was so frickin cute! And actually quite charming. Also she was actually talking to him and enjoying the conversation. This was a great turn of events for the night. But someone like him and someone like her are kind of just fairytale things. Might as well get used to the idea of this being temporary.

"So she doesn't have to be dolled up all the time." she continued the conversation. "But what about her mind? Or are you the superficial type?" she provoked jokingly. Hiro played like he was offended.

"What? How could you think me to be so cruel? That stings, lady." he joked clutching his chest as if in agony. Desiree burst out laughing.

"I'm kidding about the superficial part. But seriously, what kind of intellect attracts you?" she asked. She can be curious right?

Hiro sighed as he thought for moment.

"I like girls who are strong minded. Not like she's hard headed and stubborn although stubbornness I find adorable sometimes. Like she knows where shes going and makes the best of the journey. I like it when she knows her history and can go off for days telling me about it and teach me something new and give me another reason to fall for her." he sounded like he was day dreaming about his perfect girl. Like he had met her before and he wanted her back. This slightly made her heart ache for him. For sentimental reasons.

She felt the same about guys. She just wanted someone to be nerdy and funny with. Someone who took her seriously but can find the humor in almost everything, as long as it was appropriate. Someone who could make her laugh, but also loved her mind, her ideas, her dreams and took every part of her and loved it as much as she would him.

"Anything else?" Desiree pressed on. Hiro hummed to himself.

"I like independence too. She doesn't always run to me for help. I'm cool with that. If she wants my help and isn't afraid to ask thats fine too but I like knowing she could tell me 'Babe I got this.' I like confidence too. There's a major difference between confidence and cockiness..." Hiro started.

"With cockiness you're very self centered. Everything is about you and you're kinda arrogant. Some people like it but I don't. Confident is having a sense of pride in yourself but not too much. You pat yourself on the back when you complete the goal but you're still humble enough not to gloat and rub it in everyones face. Even if you don't, so to speak, win. You're a firm believer in yourself and your potential. And you strive only to be better than you were the day before." Desiree spoke freely. She didn't fumble on a word and she sounded like she believed that her own self. Wow. That's confidence.

Desiree hadn't realized how strong that came out until she noticed Hiro in the back seat with his mouth open and eyes lost in her reflection. He finally inhaled released an airy laugh.

"Wow. Couldn't have said it...any better. That was...incredible." he was in awe at her intellect. And to be quite honest, it was a bit of a turn on.

Desiree blushed furiously as he continued to stare in amazement.

"You sound a bit particular rather than picky." Desiree said. Hiro came out of his trance and shook his head.

"Nah. I don't mind flaws. Or what she sees as flaws. Like for instance she could think her nose is too big or too long or too short and I would just turn in around as best I could and make that flaw into a perk. Like say you didn't like your nose. You think its too small I'd tell you right off the bat 'Its not small. It just means there's more of your face to kiss.' Um...i don't know. I literally just made that up." Hiro confessed laughing at himself. Desiree giggled at his humor. That was actually a great counter to things like that.

"That was awesome. I'd high five you but I'm driving." she laughed. "By far that was also the cheesiest but that would sweep a girl off her feet in no time flat. That was cute." she told him.

"Thanks."

"So I have another question. When it comes to girls...do you have a preference to skin tone? I feel like guys are really particular about that too." She asked him. He made a suspicious face.

"Are you tryna weed me out for someone? Your cousin askin and you jus doin her a favor?" Hiro asked. Desirees heart dropped at the question.

"Uh? No. I'm just..." she stammered until he waved his hands in defense.

"I'm kidding. I swear. I was totally joking." he chuckled. She quickly exhaled and relaxed. "But uh I think all girls are beautiful. But I'm more partial to dark skin girls. And I'm not just saying that because you're dark skin and I'm jus tryna get into your pants like other stupid guys would. Nah. Definitely far from that." he spoke the last part quickly. "But lets think about somethin real quick." he started.

"I'm listening..."

"If I were to date a fairer tone female and we made a baby..."He paused. "they'd come out light as fuck." Desiree burst out laughing shaking her head. "I mean look at me I'm already yellow. The fuck i look like with a baby more yellow than me?" Hiro joked. Desiree had to slow the car down and pull over for a moment to laugh. She clutched her chest and wiped tears that streamed down her face while she tried to catch her breath.

"Oh my God! You are too much. My stomach hurts." she breathed, Hiro was in the back seat clapping like a seal in a silent flick.

"Okay. I think I'm done making jokes tonight." he said finally catching his breath. They both calmed themselves and continued the drive home.

"So if you don't mind me asking, what kind of guys do you like?" Hiro asked suddenly. Desiree thought to herself for a moment.

"Ya know, I like a lot of the things you just said about girls, when it comes to guys. But as far as flaws go, I have no problem acknowledging them and accepting them. I like guys who aren't afraid to do the same." She started. Hiro nodded in agreement. "But they can't be obnoxious and gross. Like I hate, hate HATE when guys blow snot rockets. Oh my lord I can't take it. Regular spit I understand but snot rockets. No. Hell no." she shook her head.

"I know what you mean about obnoxious. But I can't date a girl who has more mileage than a hand me down family Ford Mustang. Hoes are a no go. And I honestly don't use that word loosely either I only use it to momentarily emphasis my point." He twisted his face at the thought of a loose female and the word 'Hoe'. Both weren't exactly the best.

"I totally agree."

"Anything else?" he questioned.

"I don't like it when guys are pushy or push overs. I have no problem with my boyfriend wanting to spoil me but he can leave me to my own devices you know. And I don't mind him telling me 'no' just not all the time because I'm his lady I gotta be a little spoiled. And my uncle already treats me like a princess. I don't mind being treated like an independent Queen. But I do want to experience actually having a real connection with someone. Not just physical, mental, spiritual but intellectual. And I would much rather someone love me for my mind a little more than my body. I think that would be the perfect guy." Desiree sighed in a daze. She only wished she knew someone like that. Hiro silently agreed as he nodded.

They finally made it to Mezzo Drive. They were home. Sorta.

Desiree turned off the engine and looked over to her cousin who was dead asleep. She was gonna have the worst hang over in the morning. And she was gonna have to take care of her. As usual. Just another day.

"Need a hand bringing her in?" Hiro asked.

Her uncle wasn't home by the look of it and she knew where he lived. So why not. They might as well put her on the couch in the living room.

"Yeah. But please be careful and quiet." She whispered as they got out the car.

Hiro opened the door and pulled Jessica into his arms and carried her to the front door. Desiree shut the car door behind them and fished for her house key. Once inside the house Desiree led Hiro to the living room where he laid a passed out Jessica. She didn't stir not once. They immediately and quietly made their way to the front door.

"I'll walk from here. You take care of her and behave." Hiro said putting his hands in his pockets with a small grin. Desiree sighed reluctantly. Did he really have to go?

"Oh tay." she whispered in a baby voice. He smiled at her for a moment and pulled a card and pen from his pocket. He scribbled something on the back and handed it to her.

"Thats kinda my business card if you ever throw a shin dig. Or something like that. And my number." he said to her. Desiree gladly accepted the card and gave Hiro a smile.

"Thank you." she said quietly. Hiro paused for a moment to take in her features.

Her curls were falling but still visible and defined. Her cheeks still burning from all the laughter. Her eyes shining in the light of the waning crescent moon just like a star She was beautiful. Simply put but it was such an understatement to how beautiful she truly was. In fact, she was captivating. He chuckled silently to himself as he readied himself to make his way home.

"Goodnight." he finally said starting to turn on his heel to walk down the street.

"Goodnight." she gave one final smile.

Hiro finally turned on his heel and started home. He smiled to himself the whole walk.

"Beautiful." he whispered to himself.

Desiree had closed the door behind her and locked it. She went to the living room where her cousin slept peacefully until she woke up, whenever that may be. She took off her shoes and pulled the blanket over he and tucked her in. She kinda wanted to flick her forehead for being a dumb ass, getting drunk and starting a fight with Tanya and Bianca. Which she had the displeasure of being in herself. Great.

Desiree sighed to herself as she made her way up the stairs to her bedroom to slip into pajamas. That shower first thing in the morning was going to be heavenly.

Once she was comfortable and put her phone on the charger Desiree pulled the card Hiro gave her and looked at it. It was a white dragon with black headphones over its head. It read, "DJ Hir-O. Dance with the Dragon" Clever, cute and to the point. Very nice. Then she remembered he wrote something on the back.

She flipped the card over and in black ink he wrote a phone number and a note.

'The number on the front is my business number. This one is my personal. Oyasumi, utsukushidesu. Hiro'

If she knew her Japanese correctly...she smiled wide to herself.

"Goodnight, beautiful." she whispered out loud. Her heart fluttered for a moment while she continued to smiled to herself until she fell asleep.

Well, talk about a great start huh?

By all means, tell me how you guys like Deisree so far. She will be added to my collection of OCs and she will be making an appearance in future fanfics. And the reason i gave Hiro hus own fanfic is because well, how often is Hiro a main character? Plus, I effin love him. But in the meantime in between time, reviews are welcomed.

Until next chapter, love you guys.

MINNIE