Can We Pretend. (Chris Brown)

14

Christian

I had a little bit of free time on my hands, so me and Lou was playing basketball in my backyard.

"AND 1 NIGGA" Lou yelled as he made his point.

"You finally scored. I was starting to get worried" I told him as I dribbled the ball and shot a 3.

"That's game Nigga I won" I said.

"Nah nah bro you was cheating the whole fucking game" he said.

"Yeah whatever" I said and grabbed my Gatorade and started drinking it.

"What's up with you and my stink, haven't seen shorty in a couple of months. Y'all good?" He asked.

"We still together, but we did get into a little argument yesterday" I said.

"About what?"

"Cause I ain't call her all day. I told her ass I be busy she know how intense my work get she should already know this" I said.

"Nigga when you decided to have a girl you know you gotta communicate every 15 minutes or they go bat shit crazy. You know women are different kinds of creatures" he said.

"Real shit, but I did promise her ass that I would stop ghosting her when it comes to my work. It would've been better if she was here" I said.

"You probably right but it's either you and her work it out or call it quit" he said and I looked at him.

"I think this the first time I'm hearing you say some shit that actually makes sense" I said and we both laughed.

"And plus we ain't calling it quits on anything I love that girl she ain't going nowhere" I said and then paused.

"Brown, did you just say you love her bro?" Lou said.

"I guess I did. Even though I am the way I am, she really be dealing with all my shit" I said.

"Yeah I think she the only one that's going to deal with your complicated ass nigga" he said.

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I was hosting this art show I do this almost every month. I like to help people that love to create get a chance to get their work seen. I draw and paint when I have the time and I also put a couple of my pieces in the show as well. There's a lot of talent in this world and I want people to be able to live they dreams just like I'm doing.

The show started at 9 and it was 7 so I started getting ready. I hate not being on time or showing up late to something. I got in the shower and all that good stuff and decided to put on a all black suit.

I just had got a hair cut so I was cool. I put both my nose rings in. My watch and my chains. I looked at myself in the mirror and popped my collar. A nigga look good.

I seen my driver had pulled up to my house, I sprayed myself with cologne before I left and grabbed everything I need.

"Good evening Mr.Brown" my driver said.

"What's up Jeff" I said and closed the door.

We got to the studio I was having it at in about an hour. My assistant was there before me making sure my demands were being executed out in the right way.

"Hey Brooks how's it going" I said to my assistant.

"I think it's going good for right now just missing your approval or anything you would like to add on" she said.

"You think it's going good?" I said and raised my eyebrow and she chuckled.

"I know it's going to be good" she said.