90’s Love In Miami

  S. Yvonne

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  Synopsis

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

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  Hey ya’ll, it’s ya girl S.Yvonne here. In a world where there is so much chaos, I just wanted to give you all a cute, refreshing, good old nostalgic read. Please don’t expect a bunch of killing, blood baths, or crazy twists and turns in this book. You get some good 90’s drama of course, but let’s focus on the bigger picture. Sometimes we all just need a break and that’s what I wanted to do for you all. Smile while reading this remembering the good old days as I throw in details that’ll make you grin and say ‘Ohhhh’ I remember this or that. This is a quick novella and NO, I will not be doing spinoffs or follow-ups on any of the characters ‘cause you know ya’ll be asking’ lol. Remember if you loved it, be sure to tell your friends and feel free to leave those reviews. Let’s spread love and have some fun :)

  Synopsis

  There is no love like a 90’s love and no better feels than a nostalgic one. 90’s love in Miami does just that and takes you back in time when you’re introduced to Sharonda and Donnell.

  In their final years of college, Donnell is balling on the court at the University of Miami like his life depends on it because it really does. While he comes from a family of big-time dope boys, he’s also the golden ticket which gains him popularity in the gritty Miami streets. The 90’s are a time to be alive and nothing can slow him down, at least he thought.

  Sharonda is the pretty brown skin girl standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop like LL Cool J rapped about in the early 90’s song, Around The Way Girl. Living on the other side of town in Carver Ranches, she’s been living the best year of her life after getting over heartbreak. Her focus is on graduating college and partying until she crosses paths with Donnell. They’re equally crushing on each other real bad, but can they gain anything from it after overcoming the drama that comes with his women?

  Donnell comes through like the man he is and shows her just why he’s the man for her and exactly what a real 90’s love story is. Kick your feet up and enjoy this cute, fast paced read.

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  Chapter One

  Around The Way Girl- LL Cool J

  “Sharonda, girl hurry up, shit! I don’t want to miss the tournament!” Pinky hissed while gliding a clear coat of strawberry lip glow kissing gloss over her top and bottom lip before rubbing them amongst each other. She looked over her pink asymmetrical bob cut one more time before reverting her attention to her best friend who never seemed to be ready for shit on time.

  Sharonda stood in front of her mirror admiring her pretty, brown-skin and distinctive style that perfectly captured the essence of the decade. Her warm and rich shade of brown glowed with confidence and natural beauty. She smoothly glided her hand over her finger waved style at the top and ran a brush through her long hair that was left out in the back showcasing her individuality. She knew Pinky was anxious to go to Myrtle Grove Park today where the biggest basketball tournament was going down. Although she could care less about going, she couldn’t let her bestie down, especially since Pinky had begged her to go. Sharonda anticipated collecting multiple numbers without having any intention of using them. After overcoming a heartbreak from her ex, Tyrone, getting attention from boys let her know she was still the shit.

  Sharonda furrowed her brows and instantly turned the knob on the boombox increasing the volume to block Pinky out while she continued to get herself together. She decided to rock her high-waisted baggy jeans paired with a snug Tommy Hilfiger crop top that showed off her figure. Wheat Timberland boots graced her feet, grounding her look. Her large hoop earrings framed her face, and a simple gold herringbone rested around her neck.

  She spun around and finally addressed Pinky. “Now I’m ready!”

  “Turn the damn music down before Ms. Benita comes in here with her bullshit today girl. Don’t nobody want to hear all of that and if we don’t leave now, we gonna miss the city bus.”

  Sharonda turned the knob once again, this time decreasing the volume as she chuckled. She wasn’t concerned about her mama coming into her room because she hadn’t even returned home yet, which is more of a reason they needed to get out of the house. Although twenty-two years old, her mother still scolded her like she was a child at times. The minute she saw Sharonda getting ready to hang out, she always tried to find something else for her to do but Sharonda wasn’t having it. She worked her ass off in college and now that graduation was a few months away, she planned on enjoying herself and focusing on finding another job since she had to quit her last one.

  “It’s not the bus you’re worried about,” she told Pinky. “It’s the niggas you don’t want to miss. Come on girl.”

  “Yeah, that too.” Pinky admitted while high fiving her friend.

  The girls exited the house and bumped into Sharonda’s older sister Niecy and a slew of homegirls in the front yard loading up in two cars with their bags. The entire front yard smelled like mixtures of perfumes and hair sprays. They had two rag wood, soft top Geo Trackers, one was yellow with a pink splash design on the side and the other was a red and black one that they were driving to Atlanta for the Freaknik weekend. Sharonda was glad it was finally time for them to go because every year that’s all they talked about. For her twenty-first birthday Niecy tried to get them to go but after all the wild ass stories Sharonda heard, she decided to wait, promising her sister she’d go once she graduated.

  “Where you young hoochies going?” Niecy asked in the squeakiest, cutest voice that made all of the niggas love her.

  “Myrtle Grove Park.” Sharonda informed knowing her sister was about to have the time of her life.

  Niecy frowned. “For that basketball tournament?”

  “Yep.”

  “Humph, well don’t get no splinters in your ass waiting on none of them niggas because trust me, they’re probably fucking every trick in the park. But anyway, bye ya’ll, we gotta go!”

  Just as quickly as she was schooling them, she was gone. They pulled back the soft tops and you could feel the bass from the music playing in those Trackers while they watched the crew drive off following each other until they disappeared. Feeling the hot sun beaming down on their bodies was the cue that they’d better get going before the heat and humidity caused them their hairdos before they could even make it to their destination.

  Although Pinky never owned a car, Sharonda did and her little red Acura Integra was in the shop for the third time within a six-month timeframe so instead of begging for rides, they chos
e to get bus passes. On the ride from Carver Ranches, a small city in Broward County, they gossiped about everything, and Pinky always had a lot to say. Mid conversation just as they were exiting the bus when they arrived in Dade, Sharonda checked the alert on her pager and rolled her eyes when she saw the numbers ‘143’ ‘123’ from Tyrone telling her that he loved and missed her. She used to love him so much but now she couldn’t stand his ass after finding out he cheated with her trifling cousin Tricia.

  “I really hope I don’t see Tyrone out here.” She mumbled.

  Pinky smirked. “Fuck him. Ouuu girl look at all of these niggas. It’s so many people out here I know we about to get crunk!” She squealed with visible excitement on her face. She wasn’t lying, Myrtle Grove Park always brought everybody who was somebody outside.

  Girls walked around with daisy duke shorts, slouch socks, and crop tops while a lot of the dudes sported Francois Girbaud and Coogi. They could always tell which ones were the big tymers because they rocked chunky Cuban links and bread plate sized medallions along with big gold nugget rings on their fingers. The ones who drove Chevy Caprices had the candy apple paint jobs with rims, while the others had 5.0’s and the 5 Series BMWs. All of the donk riders were out too.

  Sharonda and Pinky made their way across the park to the basketball court where the game was going on. Before they could get comfortable Sharonda spotted Tyrone across the court in some girl’s face and shifted her weight on the bench. She regretted even spotting him because as soon as he locked eyes with her, he excused himself and walked in their direction looking swagged out as he bobbed his head to the music. The Miami Bass definitely had everyone feeling themselves.

  “What you doing out here? Why you ignore my page?” He questioned as soon as he was all up in her space filling their nostrils with his Calvin Klein cologne.

  Sharonda propped one hand underneath her chin and held the other up. “Boy please, talk to the hand because I don’t have shit to say to you. Go call Tricia.”

  “Awe, come on man, don’t do that. I told you, that shit was nothing. I made a mistake, and I want you back.”

  Sharonda and Pinky both laughed in his face causing anger to flicker in his eyes. “Okay, let me catch you with another nigga and watch what I do.” He spat before swaggering off just to go be all in another girl’s face. The audacity, Sharonda thought.

  Chapter Two

  Silly Ho- TLC

  By the end of the second quarter, the courts were thick, and the boys had everyone betting on the intense game. It was one particular boy that had managed to catch Sharonda’s attention. He had been balling the entire game and as a matter of fact, he’s the reason his team was up. She predicted him to be at least 6’5 but what stood out the most was his dark, rich complexion, and athletic appearance. While Pinky spoke to multiple people during the game, Sharonda had become a new fan to a boy who didn’t even know she existed. When he shot the final three pointer which sealed the deal to the game, she nearly drooled when he removed his sweat drenched jersey exposing his broad shoulders and toned core.

  She knew he was somebody important because it wasn’t not one dope boy who didn’t know him and was ready to give up some dough. She slid off of the bench prepared to leave. Although she liked what she saw, she was never one of the fast girls anxious to get a boy’s number. If they didn’t step to her first, she wasn’t talking to them. She bumped through the crowded park to go find Pinky’s friendly ass while blocking out the noise. She was almost off the court when she felt someone gently grab her arm from behind.

  Sharonda sucked her teeth and prepared to turn around and go off until her crush stood over her 5’5 frame. She thought he was fine during the game, but now that he was in her face, she could visibly see his hazel-colored eyes met with a greenish hue. His low cut was lined up with crips around the edges and his deep waves flowed.

  “Aye, you seen my girl?” He questioned with a serious look on his face.

  Sharonda sneered, immediately feeling insulted. Why the hell would I know his girl when I don’t even know his ass? She thought. “No, I don’t even know who your girl is.”

  “You sure? Cause last time I seen her she was wearing a crop top and finger waves looking fine as fuck.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest wearing a smirk on her face. “You think you some kind of Mack daddy, don’t you?”

  “Shit, is it workin’?”

  “Maybe.”

  Sharonda tried to extend her hand to his, but he declined. “Nah, I don’t do handshakes, I do hugs.”

  She almost thought he was joking until he wrapped his strong arms around her body embracing her in the best hug she’d ever felt in her life. Her heart skipped a beat feeling secure in the arms of this stranger. When he let her go, she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, noticing Tyrone glaring at her. He had just threatened her earlier about what he would do if he caught her talking to a nigga and now that she was doing it in his face, he stood there doing nothing.

  “I’m Donnell but everybody calls me ‘Dee’. Yo name Sharonda, right?” He quizzed with a cocky tilt of the head.

  “How you know my name?”

  He shrugged. “I can find out anything I want about anybody I want, and I wanna know all about you. Can I do that?”

  On the inside, Sharonda was doing flips but on the outside her demeanor was cool and confident. “Yeah, I guess I can let you do that. You only getting the number to the pager though, because I gotta make sure you ain’t no crazy stalking ass nigga first.”

  Donnell was never worried when it came to females because he had plenty of those anyway, but Sharonda was one he knew he wanted to get to know as soon as his eyes landed on her and her homegirl sitting down to watch the game. It was a bonus that he’d never seen her anywhere in the streets before which meant she couldn’t have been tied to many niggas.

  His eyes briefly bounced around and he knew he had to go because everyone wanted to talk to him. “Yeah, aiight, you just make sure you call me back.” He placed a kiss on her cheek. “Be cool baby.”

  Sharonda watched him walk away and disappear through the crowd. When she pivoted to walk away, Pinky had found her instead. “Don’t start acting like you all that and a bag of chips because you just bagged Donnell’s fine ass.” She chuckled.

  “Girllll, he is da bomb you hear me?!” Sharonda giggled while Pinky led the way out of the park. They were hungry and while there were multiple tents with people selling different kinds of foods, they really didn’t have time to stop and eat without risking missing the next bus, but Pinky insisted they at least got a rib sandwich. “Well look, you go get the food and I’ll wait on the bus so therefore if it comes, I can hold it up, so you won’t get left.”

  “Cool, I’ll be right back.” Pinky rushed off.

  Sharonda stood on the bus stop waiting when she was approached by two girls who at first gave off the impression that they too were waiting until the bright skin girl with sandy brown-reddish hair and freckles decided to step to her. The bright shiny tights she wore with the matching fanny pack left little to nothing to the imagination.

  “How the fuck you know my man?”

  At first Sharonda ignored her because she knew damn well, she couldn’t have been talking to her.

  “Bitch, you hear me talking to you!” She spat. The girl with her cackled.

  “Wait, you talking to me?” Sharonda sneered.

  Red head stepped closer getting in her face. “Yeah, what other silly hoe standing here looking stupid? I’m talking about Donnell, why you all up in my man’s face?”

  Sharonda didn’t even know him, hell, she’d just met him and the last thing she wanted to do is fight over his ass. “I don’t even know him like that. He asked for my digits so you might want to go check him boo-boo. What he does ain’t got nothing to do with me.”