My Reoccurring Dreams Vol. I

Filler

Well basically he had this birthday party and I was gonna stay home because I was still upset. "Christa... please don't be like that. I know you mad at me but you can be mad at me AFTER my birthday?" He pleaded. I felt bad so I decided to get up and get dressed to go. When we got there everyone was screaming and telling him happy birthday. He was smiling and shit so I couldn't complain about it. Later on during the party his brother came up to us and shouted, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY ******!" Then he looked at me and asked, "Is this your GIRLFRIEND?" being all childish and shit. Before ***** could say anything I said, "No I'm just the concept artist. That's all." His brother looked a little confused, probably because ***** was gonna say something different. I didn't care about that though. He told ME I wasn't his girlfriend so why should I let him advertise a lie to everyone else?

"I'll give y'all a minute." His brother said before walking off. I didn't look at him, I just looked straight forward because I didn't feel like arguing. I could feel him looking at me, waiting for eye contact. "What did I do now?" He whined. "Nothing surprisingly." I shrugged. "Why you actin like that then?" He asked. "I told your brother what you told me. What's wrong with that?" I said firmly. "So you don't wanna be with me?" He asked, being dense on purpose. "I didn't say that..." I started, "you said I wasn't your girlfriend. YOU said that. So I just acted accordingly." Then I looked up and saw the same girl he was hanging out with when he left me with *******. "There's ya hoe right there. You should speak to her." He cut his eye at me and said, "Christa don't start that shit." I put on a fake calming voice as I continued to be petty. "No no it's okay she's here right? Go speak to her." I said shooing at him. Then she looked over at us and came over. "Happy Birthday ***** bear!" She squealed before she hugged him. I noticed that he didn't hug her back. "Thanks..." He said dryly. Then the bitch looked over at me. "Hi umm... what was your name again?" She asked, knowing damn well who I was.

"I'm Christa, the girl who's always drawing stuff for him." I said plainly. "Shes a concept artist. She's very important to my brand and literally everything I do." He said, almost to correct what I said. I laughed a little bit and before I decided to stop talking. "Oh... it seems like you're really important to him." She said, sounding disappointed in his answer. I was gonna say something else but then I decided not to be an ass. "I guess you're right." I said, beaming the pettiest smile. It clearly made her upset and she walked off not saying anything else. ***** looked at me and asked, "What the Fuck was that?" I pretended to be confused cause I really didn't do anything wrong. "What now?" I sighed. "Bro can you stop?" He complained, "I'm tryna have a good time and I wanted you here." I did feel bad but then again I didn't. After that I didn't say anything else to him. "Christa cut it out." He said. I still didn't say anything. He walked away from me but before he could get far enough it was time to sing happy birthday.

He came back over, grabbed my hand and walked us over to the table. No one was completely ready yet so he leaned over to me and whispered,"Christa Do not act an ass right now or I promise you we gon' have a problem." I just sat there and gave him a phony smile. "Happy birthday to you.." everyone shouted, "happy birthday to you.." I noticed some people staring at me, making me uncomfortable. It made me upset because I don't know what lie he had told them. "Happy birthday dear, ***********!" The crowd continued, "Happy birthday to you!" Then his brother came up to say a few words. "I just wanted to say happy birthday and I'm proud of you.." he started, "I love you and I'll still whoop yo ass." The crowd cracked up as they both laughed. Then he handed the mic to me. I didn't want to say anything. I hadn't prepared anything and quite frankly he didn't deserve my kind words. I gave him the mic back just for him to set it back on the table.

So they wanted me to speak. I picked the mic up as I fought the urge to call him and his brother out. "Happy birthday first of all.." I started, not knowing what I was doing at all, "thanks for letting me work with you." His brother looked at me like he was disappointed with my words so far. "I really appreciate you for appreciating my art in all its forms." I said, "yeah that's it happy birthday." I put the mic back up and walked away quickly. He didn't seem upset about what I said but he expected much more out of it. Everyone was cool about what I said but they all looked HELLA confused. His brother came after me as I walked outside. "The hell was that?!" He said frantically. "What the fuck did you want me to do?" I spat, "I didn't wanna talk and you knew that." He put his hands on his head as he tried to calm down. "Listen bro whatever it is he did, can you just get over it this one time?" He pleaded.