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completed homework assignments, a tall, chocolate man who was a spitting image of Lance Gross approached her.
    "Can I help you with some of those books?" he asked, politely and articulately.
    Alana declined his offer and walked away. As she walked out of the door and down the steps of the library, the same man stopped her again. She rolled her eyes and became annoyed by his presence.
    “Look, I've got to get home. Is there something I can help you with?" Alana said exasperatedly.
                  "I wanted to tell you that you are the most beautiful young lady I have ever seen...and I was wondering if I could know your name?" the man said. After she gave him a cold stare, he sighed. "C’mon baby girl, all I want is your name. Mine is Michael Anthony Matthews II. I'm 26, a Leo, no kids, I don't drink or smoke, and I live alone. See? Now you know all that about me and all I want is your name."
                  Alana couldn't resist smiling at his charming demeanor.
                  "My name is Alana Walker, and I'm 17."
                  He smiled.
                  "Wow! Alana Walker, and she’s 17! God bless America!" he shouted, causing Alana to laugh. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Okay, I know I said that's all I wanted, but I lied. I also want you to call me, and be my girl. Can you do that?"
                  Alana hesitated.
                  "Okay, Mr. Matthews, I'll take your number...but that's it. I'm not promising I'll call."
                  Michael hung his head playfully.
                  "Damn. At least you honest...Well, here." He handed her a slip of paper. "If you decide to be Mrs. Michael Matthews, this is where you start. Goodbye for now beautiful..." He backed up slowly, watching Alana smile and walk away.
                  He got into his Charger and started to pull off. He watched the beautiful young girl walk down the street and decided he must have her.
                  Alana walked along, holding her books to her chest, smiling. No man at her school had ever shown any interest in her, so she was feeling better than ever. For once, she had something other than her schoolwork to think about. She then noticed that a smooth black Charger was driving along next to her as she walked. Finally, she stopped and so did the car. The window rolled down and Michael's handsome face appeared. She put her hand on her hip and gave him a look.
                  "Sorry, I want one more thing...can I give you a ride? PLEASE? C'mon ma, you got me begging, get in!"
                  Alana checked his ride out. It was pretty fly. She got in, and Michael gave her a big hug. He is so silly, she thought to herself, but so intelligent and proper at the same time. Before she got out, Michael grabbed her hand and asked her the question that made her decide she was definitely going to call.
                  "Alana, how much land does a man need?" He caressed her hand as his soulful eyes drilled into hers.
                  She stared right back and smiled.
                  "Enough to bury him in. Leo Tolstoy."
                  "Damn...wifey on the way! Girl, you are going to be my wife one day, I kid you not!"
                  Alana laughed and got out of the car. A funny, handsome young man who knew a little about English Literature was definitely a plus in Alana's book. Later that night, as she lay in her bed, she decided to give Michael a ring.
                  A few months later Alana was on Cloud 9. Since giving Michael a call, they had been talking a lot, and she felt like she was ready for her parents to meet him. They were kind of old-fashioned and didn't like their only daughter to date, but Alana hoped they would allow her to date Michael.
                  When she first told her mom she had someone she