Coldhearted & Crazy by Michel Moore Read Free Book Online Page B

London, dig this here. I’m gonna tell you what your daddy always told me: as long as you black, you don’t have enough money. Now take this and put it up for later!” He then forced the money into her hand, refusing to take no for an answer.
    London smiled and told him that she loved him while they both emotionally fought back the tears.
    As he was leaving, London’s new roommate, unbeknownst to him, was making her way down the long hallway. The struggle she was having was real. The young teen was having trouble with all the bags and boxes that she was attempting to carry and kick down the hallway by herself. Unfortunately many of her belongings were falling out of her arms and onto the floor.
    â€œDang why did I bring so much damn stuff?” she spoke out loud, not caring who might have overheard her talking to herself.
    â€œMaybe because a real woman needs a lot of personal items to make strange places feel more like home. How about that?” London’s uncle beamed as he bent down to help the overdeveloped young girl gather together her things.
    â€œWow, thank you so much, sir.” She smiled and picked up the bag she was carrying, throwing it back over her shoulder. “I’m just down the hallway I think.”
    As she watched the numbers getting higher and higher, London’s uncle, being a man, watched her body and the way it moved like a hawk. Damn, I need to go back to school! He couldn’t do shit but shake his head as his manhood automatically jumped.
    â€œHey, this is it here!” Fatima yelled as they burst through the door that was still cracked open. “I made it.”
    London, who was unpacking, turned around and saw her uncle standing in the doorway with a huge grin on his face.
    â€œHey, girl! I’m Fatima James, your new roommate.” Out of breath she dropped all her things on the floor and blew up in the air.
    â€œHello, Fatima, I’m Amia Roberts, but please call me London.” The two gave each other a short brief hug. “Oh, and I see that you must have met my uncle.”
    â€œYour uncle? Well yes, I guess did, well sort of.” Fatima started to trip over her words as she noticed just how handsome her knight in shining armor really was under the bright room lights.
    Knowing he had caught the young girl’s eye, he reached back inside his pocket, peeling London off another hundred from his rubber-banded stack. “Well, ladies, I guess I’ll leave you two to unpack and get to know each other.” Of course, he made sure that Fatima was watching as he strutted his older self back toward the door. “Put some snacks in the fridge for both of you.” He then winked his eye at his niece and blew a kiss at Fatima.
    â€œWe will. Bye, Uncle. Have a safe trip back!” London was almost speechless by her uncle’s blatant flirting with her roommate.
    The girls started pulling different stuff out of their boxes and bags to add their own individual personal touches and own flair to the room. While London’s side of the room had a lot of pictures of her small family, which consisted of Gran, Kenya, and her uncle, reference books, notebooks, and a few stuffed animals, Fatima had snapshots of Africa and pictures of her Muslim parents in various racial and religious freedom marches they had taken part in. Fatima also had a lot of bumper stickers bearing black pride slogans and tons of books about African Americans. London naturally wondered why Fatima didn’t choose to attend an all-black school since she was obviously pro-black.
    â€œWow, you sure have a lot of books. It’s like you have your very own library.” London flipped though all of the various titles, somewhat in awe of Fatima’s interest.
    â€œYeah, girl, I love me some books. I stay up hours reading.” Fatima smiled at her new roommate. The girls knew, right then and there, they would grow to be good friends. “Hey, I am