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[hr][b][i][color=B9A84D]”it’s a thin line ‘tween heaven and here”[/color][/i][/b][hr]

There was a distinct voice in DeShawn’s head screaming at him that he shouldn’t be at this party. As he stood by the drinks table, taking a sip from the first beer to touch his lips in god knows how long, he looked around at his beautiful peers. This was their world and he was just existing in it for the time being until he graduated. Tyra Washington was a bit of a babe, she was fun and she was staring, albeit subtly. Dee didn’t mind and smiled to himself as he watched her leave to join a group that had amassed across the way. [color=B9A84D]”Another time, girl”[/color]

Columbus was not Baltimore. Parties there were terribly different. It wasn’t about who hooked up with who or who was hitting the blunts a little bit too hard. It was more about what corner X-Boy got shot up on and celebrating what would’ve been his sixteenth birthday. It was about someone’s long forgotten brother getting out of the joint and people feigning remembrance by throwing them a welcome back party. This shit that was going on before him was definitely more tame in comparison. 

Dee’s mind took him back to the mean streets of West Baltimore for a moment as he reflected on the fact that most of the boys in his old crew would likely be dead before they even got to graduate. The kids that partied around him, some of them he had managed to become friends with in the short time of his being there but he stood envious of them. They had no idea how easy life had been for them up until that point. He knew these weren’t rich kids in the slightest, Rosefell was known as an island for the misfits but none of those misfits had even the slightest notion of life on the killing streets, where every new step meant breaking the back of dead soldiers.

As a thread of anxiety began to rise up from his stomach, the full ball back for Rosefell High swiftly scanned the party for any kind of welcome distraction. When he wasn’t training or playing, DeShawn had a lot of shit in his head that he didn’t let out. Through flickering embers and flame, the big man saw a wisp of familiar blonde hair; Melissa Elliott. She had essentially been his welcoming committee when he arrived at Rosefell. It didn’t take long for her to sink her claws into him either, not that he resisted, shorty was fine as hell. Problem was there was just way too much drama with her, shame because beneath the glamor, she wasn’t half bad. 

Moving towards the Queen of Thorns, DeShawn looked up at her makeshift throne with a smile. [color=B9A84D]”It’s a thin line ‘tween heaven and here, so what’s an angel like you doing up there all alone when you can be down here with me?”[/color][/center]