*~*~*~*~*Angelia*~*~*~*~* Chapter Six: Acceptance -- Fictional Getdown

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Date Posted: 14:16:38 02/11/03 Tue
Author: Tiffany
Subject: *~*~*~*~*Angelia*~*~*~*~* Chapter Six: Acceptance

The perfect pair of blue jeans are impossible to find. Every woman in America, possibly the world, has searched her entire life for the perfect pair of jeans to hang loosely at the hips and give them the ideal hour glass figure. Some women have gone for surgery when the hour glass figure can�t be naturally had, others simply give up. But Sonali was of a different breed. She�d never stop searching for the perfect jeans�but she knew she wasn�t going under the knife.

Sonali Gulati stood amongst six bags full of low rise, hip hugging jeans. Summer had finally arrived and after she had spent the winter AND the spring working off some of the baby fat that she�d earned from her college years going to frat parties, drinking from several kegs per night. Some people go to college and gain ten pounds and a ton of self-confidence�well, Sonali gained fifty pounds and lost the little bit of self-confidence she had.

When she got her Bachelor�s degree in education from the University of Tennessee last year, she decided that she�d become a School Administrator for the Millington school system. That way, she wouldn�t have the burdens of living in a large city and dealing with flat line economies that corrupt city officials often sunk in the depths of and rowdy spoiled brats that went to school. Being a school administrator was less frustrating and she was able to have the summer and all school holidays off while making the money that gave her a very comfortable life. When she wanted excitement, she went to Memphis to party.

She met the love of her life, Vincent Manning in Memphis two years ago, they�d been playing house since they both graduated from college. He was as brilliant as he was beautiful and kind. He didn�t demand much of Sonali and she didn�t demand much of him. They were comfortable and stable, something that she�d looked for in a relationship all of her life.

But he was no help to her now as she modeled several pair of jeans in her walk in closet. He sat dormant in front of the television screen in the bedroom they shared, watching a tape of last year�s football season, trying to find the weakness in Millington high school�s junior varsity team for which he coached during his spare time. Completely unwilling to help Sonali find her perfect pair of hip huggers.

�Vincent?� Sonali called, examining herself in a pair of Express jeans �Can you come here a minute?�

�Sona�I�m kind of watching a football game�� he replied disinterestedly

�Well, I�m kinda gonna kick your balls with my foot if you don�t get in here. It�ll only take two seconds�

�Is it absolutely necessary that you continue your violence? I thought we were past the abusive girlfriend stage� he said walking into the closet �What?�
Sonali did a small turn without taking her eyes off of her reflection in the mirror and scrunched her nose �Is my ass still perky?�

�Oh God�� Vincent groaned �Of course�

�Are you sure? I mean, it looks kind of weird��

�That�s because those pants are too damn small. There�s nothing to be ashamed of. You�ve got a great body. You need to squeeze into a size six, you look beautiful in a size eight�

�I�m a size 10, Vin�

�A little weight looks good on a woman. Especially you�because your ass goes �POW!�� he said snapping his hand across her backside �You look good Sona�

�Yeah?� she asked slapping her ass as he had done �I suppose I do�

�Can I get back to my football game?�

Sonali gave him a mock hurtful look before unzipping her pants and letting them fall to the floor. All playfulness was gone as she approached him, carefully maneuvering around several bags. With three long confident strides, she was in front of him with her face tilted up so she could see directly in his eyes. She wrapped her graceful arms around his neck pierced through him with her exotic eyes.

�You can get back to the football game�or you could get back to me�

�Thanks hun, I knew you�d understand� Vincent said taking his arms from around his neck and starting towards the television once again �I promise, we�ll make love later, but I really have to look at the team. Summer training starts in a few weeks�

�Hold on just a minute�� Sonali said following hot on his trail �I spent the most important year of my undergraduate life, commuting between Memphis and Knoxville and you can�t take a few hours to appease your beautiful, perfectly undressed girlfriend?�

�Sorry babe, but I really need to get this done�

�I�ve been too nice to you. I�m sorry I�ve led you to believe that you had a choice in this matter. Turn off the fucking Millington Cowboys and get ready to fuck me� Sonali said removing her shirt and throwing it on the floor next to the bed

�Sonali�� Vincent started before pausing to sigh �Never mind��

�No, say it. What do you have to say to me? Spit it out, tough guy�

�Why do you have to be so fucking abrasive? Why can�t you be�subtle and let me make the first move for a change?�

�We�ve discussed this Vincent Manning, if I wasn�t so aggressive, you�d still be in Memphis University mustering the courage to ask me out. If I weren�t so aggressive, then we would have never gotten the chance to have the mind blowing sex that we have. If I weren�t so aggressive Vincent, you wouldn�t be so pussy whipped right now� Sonali said standing naked in front of the television �Would you?�

Vincent sat back in his easy chair with a shy smile dancing at the edges of his lips. His usually bright blue eyes were gradually becoming darker and his demeanor went from alert to extreme relaxation. He got to his feet slowly, stretching to his full height, with the remote dangling in his hand. With one smooth motion, the television went black. He threw the remote back in the chair before picking his girlfriend up and putting her gently on their modest queen size bed. His eyes drinking in her body with the same wonderment they had their first time.

Quickly, his shirt was discarded, shortly after his pants until her olive flesh and his lightly tanned flesh lay together above the large plaid comforter that had seen many scenes like this. Vincent�s quiet subtleties became loud as his body language took control. His eyes were dark with admirable passion as he let his fingers run up the length of her torso. His lips ran across his thin but fleshy lips slowly before his eyes met hers once more.

�What?� Sonali asked running her hands across the golden valley of his chest

�You are the most beautiful girl I�ve ever seen in my life� he said honestly �And I can�t imagine why you would ever think that I wouldn�t want you�or crave you�or think that just because the shape of your body changed that you�d be any less desirable to me. You, Sonali Gulati are one of a kind. And I don�t care if you gained a hundred pounds and your beautiful breasts fell to the floor. You�d still be youthful and utterly sexy to me� Vincent cupped one of her firm breasts before running his fingers across its deep colored nipple �I love every delightful inch of you and you are more important to me than any football game�

Sonali smiled and kissed his neck before mounting him like a trained equestrienne preparing herself to break a wild horse. She loved him gently for he was a gentle man. No matter how great her thirst for him was, she was never rough or indecent in her ascent to the heights of ecstasy. Her love for him was greater than any sexual desire. Her love for him was genuine, her love for him was as great as she could love anyone romantically. She was committed to him although she wore no ring that attached him to her. A ring wasn�t needed. They were bound by their words and Sonali�s word was like oak.

Outside of their bedroom window where they made love so quietly, the storm raged on, fueling their fire to heights unimaginable. The thunder rolled triumphantly the rains cried as they hit the dirt roads, but lovers still loved. Above the clouds, mother nature smiled, pleased that the mating season was off to a kicking start.

* * * *

�So, let me get this straight�� Ali said popping a hot pepper into her mouth �She hires Wade after she sees that you all are getting along so well�you and Wade become very close friends�then Britney sleeps with Wade and Wade tells you. You break up with her a few months later�

�Yeah. That�s exactly how it went� Justin admitted sheepishly and somewhat humiliated

�Want me to have one of my friends kick her ass?�

�I think she�s kicking her own ass, Ali� Justin smiled as his younger sister appreciative of the gesture �But thanks though�

�Why would she cheat on you?�

�I have no idea, I really don�t�

�I mean�really. If you weren�t my brother�whoa. You�d be in some trouble�

�Thanks Ali, but really, I�ve accepted the fact that I wasn�t enough for her. It hurts my feelings, it hurts my pride but eventually, she�ll see what a huge mistake she made and I�ll have my revenge�

�So�� Ali paused to take a bite of her Italian Beef �What about the Alyssa Milano stuff?�

�Alyssa is a friend who�s sympathetic. She served her purpose in making Britney call me crying about the rumors�

�And Janet Jackson?�

�That�s all true. That�s completely true. I did make out with Janet�BUT that�s all that happened. I decided �what the hell?� and went for my celebrity crush�

Since Ali had come home a few hours ago, she and Justin had gone from the living room to the dining room where they were now eating their dinner. Justin never thought talking to Ali would feel as good as it felt. To be truly honest with his sister. To really open up and talk to her as if she were an adult. In the two years since they�d seen each other for an extended period of time, she had grown up. She was no longer angry with him for becoming a superstar which caused her to be shipped to England for safe keeping.

In fact, she thanked him. Ali was dating a nice English boy named Jude and they�d been an item for almost a year. She was in the process of getting a flat in the neighboring town from her college, with a Dutch girl that she was really friendly with in school. No one, except for Greta and Jude, knew who her brother was and when they found out, they were less than impressed. In fact, they didn�t like his music one bit. Justin smiled when she told him that. She always had been very infatuated with people who hated his music.

�Are you dating anyone right now?� Ali asked chewing absently on a French Fry

�No� Justin replayed curtly before taking a huge bite of his Philly Cheese Steak �I�m just not meeting the right type of girls. I spent a few weeks out in Los Angeles when I closed on my house and the girls I met there were just�dumb�

�You don�t go to L. A. to find your soul mate Justin, you go to L. A. to get laid. Did you at least get laid?�

�Yeah. But I didn�t find anything of substance�

�That�s because everything in L. A. is made silicone� Ali sighed in annoyance �I could introduce you to one of my older friends here�

�I actually met someone that I�m interested in� he said letting a smile grace his face slowly �I don�t really know her yet but, she�s interesting, she�s smart and she�s definitely beautiful�

�Well, we�ll see about this when I meet her. I�m an excellent judge of character� Ali said with a huff �Does this �she� have a name?�

�Yeah� Justin ruffled his younger sisters hair the way he used to when she was a child, following him around �Samantha�

* * * *

* * * *

Plopping down the stairs of her friends house, Samantha started towards the kitchen where she intended to make a light dinner. The rain had not let up any, so she assumed Nichole would be staying in Memphis another day. In this large house, Samantha did feel somewhat lonesome. There was nothing to keep her company except her overly imaginative thoughts. What would she do after college? What could she do with a masters degree in Fine Arts with a major in Photography? Not much unless she had some connections, which she didn�t. Samantha was consumed with worry about her future. The last thing she wanted to do was go crawling back to her parents.

Today had been a day that she missed them, however much she couldn�t stand them. While she had eaten a salad for lunch she caught a whiff of her mother�s chopped Salmon pasta salad. It was the only thing that her mother really took pride in that wasn�t superficial. As a child, Samantha could remember sitting on the counter in the kitchen watching her mother grill the salmon for the salad, then she�d chop fresh broccoli and find the freshest and lightest tasting bow tie pasta. Her mother was so thorough about this salad that it often took all day just to make enough for the family.

Her family. The illustrious Mitchell�s. The black family that could do no wrong. A family full of lawyers and doctors who'd one day rise above color and bring respect to African Americans everywhere. Samantha huffed. Her family had always been obsessed with their blackness, like being human wasn�t good enough. Like being rich wasn�t good enough. Not that Samantha had a problem with being proud of heritage, it was the fact that every time she did something she was reminded that she couldn�t make her family look bad. It made her sick until the day she left.

But in all honesty, she missed the good things about her family. The way her father sang to her when she was a child or the way her mother went to great lengths to do her hair for parties. Or when she went to prom her mother spent three weeks having her dress specially made to fit her curves. She missed her brother taking her to his basketball and soccer games and her sister teaching her to properly apply mascara to her long eyelashes when she was thirteen. But, it was all for show with her family. When the camera�s disappeared and all the guests went home, Samantha was alone. As she was now.

Walking into the kitchen, rubbing her lazy eyes as she contemplated the contents of her dinner, Samantha saw a pair of jeans sticking out from behind the fridge. She immediately advanced slowly and quietly towards the appliance digging deeper into her Keds. As she approached the door, she kicked the door hard, making the person behind it fall to the floor with a loud yelp.

�Damn Samantha! Do you have to beat me in my own house? Nice to see you too� Nichole said pushing her heap of brownish blond hair from her eyes.

�Nichole!� Samantha squeaked diving down to hug her friend �Are you okay? I didn�t mean to hurt you! How are you? What are you doing here?�

�Hold on�slow down�Yes, I�m fine and the rain let up a little in Memphis so I came home�

�I�m so happy to see you. I was starting to feel lonely�

�Oh, I�m sorry� Nichole said hugging Samantha tightly �Did you find everything alright?�

�Yeah. I�ve already developed a few rolls of pictures. But really, it�s great� Samantha got to her feet and helped Nichole up �Have you eaten yet?�

�No, I�m starving�

�Good, I was going to make Grecian Chicken and a salad. You want?�

�Hell yeah. Go for it. I�m going to take a shower and
change into some cooler clothes� Nichole beamed as she walked towards her stairs �And I bought the show tapes of Evita. You can finally see me in professional action�

Samantha chuckled as she grabbed a whole chicken from the refrigerator and put it in the sink for washing. Nichole taught her how to make Grecian chicken in Florida when they shared in apartment in their last year as Undergraduates. They were out of junk food and had no money to buy take-out. All they had was a chicken and a cabinet full of condiments. In less than an hour, Nichole whipped up what she called Grecian Chicken. It was nothing more than a chicken, lemon and lime, basil, oregano, salt and pepper.

If it weren�t for Nichole, Samantha would not have learned to take care of herself. She would have not learned to live on a budget or cook a decent meal. Her parents taught her nothing of these things because they all assumed that she would grow up with �people� to �help� her as they lived. But Samantha wanted her own life, so she did what it was going to take to live.

�So, how are things in Nashville?� Nichole asked with a mouth full of chicken

�Decent. I go to school, go to work, study and go to sleep. That�s my day�

�Haven�t you�you know, met any guys?� Samantha sighed as she sipped her dry white wine

�The guys at school know I�m a stripper, the guys at work are too busy looking down on me to ask me for a drink and I really don�t have a social life outside of work�

�You haven�t met anyone?�

�Nope. I haven�t been near a guy since I left Florida� Nichole sat back chewing purposefully on her chicken

�Was it worth it?�

�Was what worth it?�

�Leaving New Hampshire. Leaving the life that you knew� Samantha sat back as Nichole did and sighed deeply before letting a lazy smile slid onto her face

�Yeah� she said nodding �Oh and before I forget, your neighbor came by to say hello. He�s a cutie� Nichole laughed out loud nearly choking on the remainders of chicken she had in her mouth �What?�

�Justin?�

�Yeah. God, what a body! He was wet from the rain�and�I couldn�t keep my eyes off him�

�You�� Nichole stuttered �You saw�Justin Timberlake wet?�

�No�I saw your next door neighbor wet� Samantha said with a laugh �I think you�ve had too much wine�

�Oh no Sammy dearest, you�ve been smoking crack. My neighbor IS Justin Timberlake�

�Really? Cool, I didn�t know that�

�Cool?� Nichole asked dramatically �Cool? No. Meeting Nathan Lane is �cool�, working with Paolo Vienna is �cool�, finding out that your best friend lives next door to Justin Timberlake, the God of sexiness is fucking amazing�

�Well, the God of sexiness dropped you off a little something� Samantha said getting up from the kitchen table and walking to the covered pastry holder. She pulled up the lid and picked up the bottom of the cake pan before carrying it over to Nichole and placed it in front of her �Here�

�Holy hell!� Nichole yelped scooting back from the table and nearly knocking her chair over in the process �What the FUCK is that?�

�That� Samantha said pointing towards the cake �Is German chocolate cake baked by Justin Timberlake�

�Get that out of my house�

�Dude, I can�t do that. I promised him we�d eat it� Nichole sighed

�Okay. Just�put it back on the counter. We�ll eat it when�when I�m feeling adventurous. It�s a lot safer than sushi�

�Nichole. It doesn�t look that bad� Samantha reasoned in Justin�s defense �The presentation just needs a little work�

�What the�presentation? PRESENTATION? IT LOOKS LIKE THE BLOB!� Nichole said picking up her plate and taking it to be scraped at the garbage �It�s alive! IT�S ALIVE!�

* * * *

The once violent thunderstorm had been reduced to a meager drizzling that was barely noticed to anyone indoors. Sonali and Vincent lay in their disheveled bed, hot sweaty and punch-drunk from their affair. The once vibrant and loud southern exotic woman was so spent that she could only moan when she tried to form a declarative sentence. Vincent, never one to talk much, only held his girl, satisfied at his work. Yeah, she could talk, but once the snake came out of his pants, she was nothing more than a chirping yellow bird.

�That�� Sonali murmured against Vincent�s chest �What hard core FUCKING�

�Well�thank you. I do my best� he replied with a smug grin on his face �So�can I watch my football tapes now?�

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