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Chris Brown is clearly someone who wears his heart on his sleeve. A very emotional person, someone who loves hard and wants the same love in return. He's someone who wants to find love, but he's looking in all the wrong places. He's dated all...
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A few days later, we all decided to go out. Chris and I just wanted to actually go out and be around people how we used to. We haven't had a night out since that failed dinner. I personally just wanted to dance and drink. I needed to let loose, because after the last few days, I was losing it.
We all went to Tao. I had my friends, also Mercedes and Chris had their friends meet us there as well. We're dancing, having fun, not thinking about anything and we hear the DJ come in over the music and says "Drake is in the building", and the mention of his name just does something to me. Two seconds later, my phone dings and it's Chris.
Chris: Let's go.
Me: We don't have to leave just because he's here.
Chris: You know what happened the last time we were in a club together, we both got arrested. Let's. Go.
Me: Okay, well let me pee first. Can I do that?
Chris: Hurry up.
"Chris wants to leave." I say to Mercedes, kinda irritated.
"He's gonna let that nigga run him out of here? I thought he was a G. This is his turf. Chicago is like his second home. He should be embarrassed." Mercedes says
"I agree but he just doesn't want to get into any trouble." I explain.
"I understand that, but we're having fun. We're just supposed to just go home, because Chris brown says?" She says
"I wanna stay, but I'm drunk as fuck anyway... maybe should just leave..." I tell her.
"Stay here, I'm gonna go talk to him." She says and she walks off.
I smile to myself, and continue dancing. I'm not about to let them fuck up my night.
Chris POV
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I don't believe this motherfucker is here. I swear to God he was following us. What are the chances, of all the clubs in Chicago, he just happens to walk in the exact one we're in. That shit doesn't make any sense to me.
