Demarcus had lived in the neighborhood for a while now, you on the other hand? Had just moved in.

it was a small neighborhood full of what you'd call African american people, you being African American yourself you didn't mind.

It smelled like fresh barbecue and you could hear children laughing up and down the street.

Demarcus sat on his porch with his brother drinking a cup of pineapple fanta.

His eyes roamed around the neighborhood and stopped on you. “She's new ?“ his brother pointed out and he just nodded.

"hm..“ he hummed to his self as he watched your every movement.