Trey Songz, Chris Brown and August Alsina Imaginations

Adoptive Brother, Part 5 x Chris Brown

Imagine you and Chris have grown a lot closer since your sexual encounter and your mom knows nothing about it. She's just glad you're not screaming and fighting one another and have learned how to act. But he's the least of your worries. You've had a long week at high school preparing for these exams and it's Saturday evening. You need to get out the house. You make plans to party at Cascade with your friends and Chris. You ask your mom to use the car tonight but she says no. She's made plans to go somewhere with her own friends and she offers to drive you both to the skating rink. Everyone's going to be there from school and you refuse to go there looking busted up. You wear royal blue skates on your feet and bring along your black converse to switch into, a neon crop top and bleached out high waisted denim jeans with rips in it. While Chris wears these dark blue jeans, black Timbaland boots, and a red and black plaid shirt. You both look so cute together. You made Chris pose with you in a few instagram shots. Chris was eager to skate, but you weren't because you've only skated once in your entire life. You are terrified of falling down on your behind, but Chris said he got you. You made him hold your hand tight as you both were skating and dancing together. Then out of nowhere your friend Rihanna throws a greasy french fry at your forehead. You look up and Chris chuckles. Rih signals you to come over, you release his hand, kiss his cheek and skate over there. Fortunately, without bussin' your cakes wide open on hardwood floor. Her green eyes look you up and down scoping out your outfit. And a couple girls that are standing nearby toot their noses up. Your body is on fleek. Bitches need to act like they know. You sit down at a table where your other mutual friend Melissa is sitting down eating and texting on her metallic pink iPhone 6. You pick and eat french fries and chicken strips on her plate, even using her barbecue and ranch dipping sauce. She won't mind. You glance at Melissa and snicker the whole time doing so. Rihanna continues to talk about her and her boyfriend like they're the only people who matter. Eventually, Melissa stops what she's doing on her phone and pops your hand. Your greedy ass. You draw your hand back and suck the sauce on your fingertips. She could've let you finish her food though. She so rude.