for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
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~Not for kids. Language and adult situations~
Colorblind by Teda
~Angelina~
"Hey Pumpkin, open up. It's Mum and Dad."
"Awww, Crap" Angelina cried, as a noticeably loud crack sounded from upstairs. She was more
than a little relieved knowing Fred would have the sense to high tail it out of Dodge with her
parents there. Straitening her fluffy robe again, she unlocked the door, a happy expression
plastered on her face.
"Mum, Dad so glad to see you again. What's going on? We just saw each other just yesterday."
Angelina questioned, trying to keep from sounding accusing. She stepped back as her parents
crossed the threshold and was closing the door when another figure stuck out its hand.
*Oh, God, no.* Angelina groaned as her little brother Anthony smirked up at her before walking inside. She slammed the door in irritation. Only eleven, he was a snotnosed terror who harassed her like only a sibling can. A nosey sibling she'd have to be on her toes around. Hell, he may have looked like an angel with his plump, baby faced cheeks, corn rowed hair and over sized green jumper and pants, but he was a born pain in the ass. No angel there.
She ushered them into the living room, she taking the lone rocking chair in the center of the room by the glass coffee table, while her family sat on the leather couch.
"Sweetie, we're sorry to come unannounced, but your father just had to see you." Natasia Johnson replied, rolling her eyes. An elegant black woman of fifty, she was tall and slender with beautiful styled premature gray hair she always wore in a long braid. Like all the women in the family, she aged well and looked ten years younger than she should. She even wore form fitting dresses to show off her slim figure, usually in purple her signature color.
Angelina smiled when she saw her Mum. They were ridiculously close and her Mum was her biggest, stanches supporter. It was that close relationship that made her at times sad she couldn't tell her Mum about her being with Fred. Natasia, although she didn't mind if others dated outside their race, her daughter was another story.
"Blacks should stick with blacks, and whites should stick with whites." her mother had said once, causing Angelina to cry for hours when she suddenly realized her feelings for Fred weren't going away.
Still, she loved her Mum, but she just didn't understand her.
Her father on the other hand-God! He was fanatical about his views. The minute he was introduced to Fred, it was over. He didn't like that sort hanging around his daughter!
Why don't you hang around that nice boy, Lee? He's more your type.
Meaning Lee's black, so he's your type.
"Pumpkin, I'm sorry to wake you, but I just had to tell you the news. Richard Merriam is having a soiree this Saturday and he's invited the family. His son Xavier is moving back from the states and-" Rueban Johnson began.
"Daddy, I love you, so before you ramble on about this son of his who's just perfect for me, I'll say no ahead of time. I've already made plans this weekend and since I can bloody well smell a hook up a mile away, no thanks." Angelina said.
Rueban bristled as he was shotdown, Natasia turning her head sideways to hide a grin. Angelina didn't know why she butted heads with her father so much, but sometimes ruining his day was her only entertainment.
"Young lady, show some respect. Can't a father want to spend time with his family without you thinking I'm plotting something?" he snapped, running a palm through his steadily balding short curly hair.
"What's that smell? It smells funny in here. Yuck, you're not cooking are you?" Anthony interrupted, jumping up from the couch, sniffing at the air like a hound dog.
*Little monster.* Angelina thought, frowning as her brother kept sniffing around, before finally stopping at her and giving her a funny look. Her father began frowning as he too started sniffing the air. Angelina quickly froze as what they might be smelling came to her.
Well, hell. She had been interrupted why she was being intimate with her lover. A look of surprise crossed her mothers features, quickly turning to an appraising expression.
"You really must air out your flat everyday, Angelina. Inborn dust and stale air, you know. That's not good for your asthma, dear." Natasia said, crossing her long legs casually and patting Rueban on his knees.
*Saved by Mum again. I had not had an asthma attack since I was ten years old, yet she had chosen the perfect excuse. Maybe, just maybe, I could tell my Mum the truth*
Rueban continued frowning at his daughter, finally taking in her rumpled appearance and not thinking it came from bed. At least sleeping alone, that is. His eyes automatically went to her staircase, but he remained seated, but just barely.
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~Fred~
Meanwhile...
"Hey, is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me, Fred?" George chuckled
wickedly as, his brother apparated into his apartment. The decidedly evil look thrown his way
only made him laugh harder. He could hardly keep chewing his pancakes without choking.
Shoot, it wasn't everyday his twin arrived at his place of residence in seemingly hastily thrown
on boxers, shirtless while displaying a noticeably large erection.
"Shuddap, you wanker." Fred grumbled, walking over to the wooden kitchen table, pulling out a chair and sitting down slowly, very slowly, for he was in a painful way.
"No, bro, I'd say you were the wanker at the moment. What, Angie finally toss you out?" George sneered, around a mouthful of food.
"No! Her parents came over and I got out. Damn, and at the worse possible time too." Fred griped. He reached over and snatched away his brothers fork, popping a syrup dripping piece of pancake in his mouth. He shifted uncomfortably in the hard chair, his smug faced twin not helping matters in the least.
"I don't see why you don't just come out and tell everyone the truth? Just say hey, Mum and Dad, I'm living in sin with my girlfriend Angelina and we've been doing it for a year now." George replied, turning the plate over to his brother, letting him finish the rest of the meal.
"The parents would pitch a fit if they knew we lived together. You know how Mum is about things of that nature. You want Angie labeled a scarlet woman? And you damn well know how her father would react. He hates me already and that's just as her friend." Fred groaned.
George nodded sympathetically. He personally thought the whole 'race issue' retarded and couldn't see why people shouldn't just mind their own damn business. Besides, Angie was a great friend. She was no different to him than Lee, Alicia, or Katie.
"If you think hells going to pay about just living together, how about when everyone finds out about the other surprise?" George questioned.
A stupidly pleased expression crossed Fred's face as he stared off into space. George snickered at it, yet couldn't be happier for him. He was lucky. Thinking about the unnecessarily complicated relationship he had with Alicia, he knew Fred had all of the luck between them.
He got up and casually tossed the empty plate onto the white and blue countertop. He wasn't much for housework, so he just whipped out his wand from his pants pocket and cleaned the plate.
"Hey, you tosser, go take a shower and get rid of that thing. You're scaring my cat." George joked, thumbing his finger toward the bathroom down the hall from the kitchen.
"Ass, you don't own a cat." Fred snipped.
With a few more choice words, and a flaming face, Fred took his brother up on his offer, heading toward the bathroom.
"Oh, and you better clean up after yourself, git. I don't need any-"
"SHUDDAP ALREADY!" Fred roared from behind the door, having slammed it hard enough that it shook, causing George to fall over himself laughing.
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Angelina spent thirty minutes visiting with her folks. Angry she refused to drop her plans and go to the soiree with the family, her father and she had gotten to a ragging row. He'd disapparted without a by-your-leave, leaving her embarrassed Mum and brother behind. Her mother had hugged and kissed her good-bye, promising to talk to her father.
Of course the minute the family left, she tossed on some jeans and a sleeveless pink top and left to find her man.
Crack
After showering and much ribbing, the brothers sat around ripping on one another and having a good time. Both men turned as Angelina appeared in the kitchen. Her brown eyes immediately fell to Fred and she smiled, strolling over to him.
"Hey George." she said, giving a small wave hello. She put her arms around Fred's shoulders and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding her into his lap.
"So, what did they want?" Fred asked.
She gave them a quick run down about everything, frowning as she told the story. Arguing with her father always left her mentally exhausted. Satisfied when she won, but exhausted.
"Sorry, Angel. I know it's hard on you to keep this mess up." Fred replied, kissing her lips. Since she was the taller of the two, she leaned her head down in his embrace. They spent the next few minutes sharing open mouthed kisses, until breathless, Angelina pulled away.
"Uh, if you two are gonna do anything that requires the exchanging of bodily fluids, I suggest you do that at your own place." George quipped.
Fred, giving an obscene gesture, stood the couple up from the chair and disapparated out of the room with a giggling Angelina.
"Lucky S.O.B." George chuckled.
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The Johnson mansion was a stately home, surrounded by tree filled landscape that stretched as far as the eye could see. A twenty bedroom home that was a homeowners dream come true. Far away from hassle of city life, there were few and far in between properties such as theirs. There wasn't that much unspoiled land not paved over for roads, shopping centers and the such encroaching on the landscape. Nor that many wealthy, black wizard families like themselves.
Standing out on her patio, she gazed at the lovely landscape, full of concern. She massaged her husbands tight shoulders as they stood side by side. They were blessed to have such a life.
Natasia loved the land for its quiet beauty, but felt saddened her oldest was hell bent on staying as far removed from them as possible. She wasn't stupid. She was a mother and knew when her child was keeping secrets. And as much as the thought upset her, she knew Angelina was involved in an intimate relationship, the signs were all there. Had been for a long time no matter her denials. But who?
If her worries were correct, the who was an undesirable element she didn't want seeing her daughter, no matter how likeable he was.
Rueban already felt something was suspect. If he ever found proof...for her families sake she would have to speak with the boy. Or worse comes to worse, the boys parents. Her babies life would not be ruined by a penniless boy with no prospects.
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Once the couple got back to their flat or her flat, as commonly known, they immediately got back to business. Clothes flung everywhere, the pair groped their way into bed. Laughing together, they kissed and rolled around on top of the covers.
"So, skipping out on a fancy party for me? I'm honored." Fred said, leaning down nuzzling her arched neck. He grazed his mouth across the edge of her neck and shoulder, then bit her gently. His hands slid up and down her waist, savoring the smoothness of her skin before cupping her ample breasts in his ready palms.
"My pleasure." she sighed. He lay on top of her using his elbows to take some of his weight off of her frame. She felt his manhood rising and ripening between their bodies Angelina decided she'd not leave her bedroom willingly for the rest of the day.
That's ch. 2. Sorry to leave anyone hanging with the sex scene. The next chapter will be
full of scenes, but without drowning out the plot. And I do have a plot here, I think.
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