Aaliyah's Prelude |C.B|

twenty - eight

Christopher Maurice Brown
23 years old.
Los Angeles, CA
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"Nah for real I don't really even care about that shit no more." I told the interviewer Rell as they asked me questions about me and Liyah. "That shit is old news between them."

Tyga laughed. "Me personally, Ian taking that type of disrespect-."

I glared at him. "What you mean by that?"

"Drake be pushing boundaries, definitely with that fucking album."

"Ian gon hold you, that shit was good." Rell said as some people around us nodded.

I mean, Ian a hater. I listened to bits and pieces of the album and it was straight. I mean, would've been better if shit wasn't about my girl but hey, it's whatever.

I know she got that effect on niggas.

Hell, I'm niggas.

"Yeah... I mean, it was good, I'll give that to him. He did what he was supposed to do onna album, like a true artist, all I gonna say is focus on your girl. That I gave to you. Stop worrying about what we got going on over here boy." I said the most humble way that I could.

Nigga literally talked about fucking my bitch. Ain't no coming back from that.

Tyga busted out laughing. "Oh hell nah, look at you being mature and shit, tell the people about the diss track you made a couple months ago." He said as I chuckled.

"Ohhhh you gotta chill." I said shaking my head.

Now when I go pick Aaliyah up, I gotta explain that shit. No pussy for me tonight.

"You wanna go there?" I asked Tyga. "When you gon tell Chyna about what you got going on?" I asked him as his smile faded. "Yea nigga that's what I thought." I chuckled looking at my manager who was throwing up a ten.

"Soo, what is your next plans with the new year coming up? More music? Tours? What's going on?" Rell asked.

I shrugged. "I mean... yeah music of course I'm not stopping that. I don't think we're gonna go on tour this year. We got a lot of things going on just would like my management and shit but I'm not holding out. I will do a couple of shows here and three but no tours this year." I said as he asked Tyga a couple of things before closing out the show.

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"A diss Chris? Are you serious?" Aaliyah asked me as we sat in in the floor in her studio. "You couldn't just-."

"Did you like the flowers?" I asked her pulling her towards me. "I lowkey forgot your favorite ones, was they the right ones though?" I asked her as she got on top of me fully.

She blushed looking always from me. "Yes Chris, they almost resemble Juliet Roses." she perked as I laided back. "You know, I'd actually want those at my wedding. Dozens of Juliet Roses." She said laying down, chest to chest with me.

I chuckled. "Yeah? Hella expensive flowers, thats what you want huh?" I asked her pulling her face to me as I smelled her little peppermint chapstick that she loved on so much come off her lips.

"Mhmm. A lot... but that doesn't stop anything... why you make a diss?" She asked me.

"Who pussy is this?" I asked her as she rolled her eyes making me scoffed. "Oh you bold today huh?" I asked her smirking, sitting up. "Down make me fuck yo little ass up. God knows you can't miss another week of work." I joked, kissing her on her lips a few times.

"Yeah don't play with me Brielle Na'Jai." I said grabbing her neck pulling her towards me again. "Cause we both know, I'll fuck you right now on this cold ass floor."

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"Chrisss, I don't wanna cook tonight. I'm tired." Aaliyah whined as she drugged her head into my neck.

Ever since I picked her up from work earlier she's been complaining about her body feeling sore so I made her soak in the bath tub with epsom salt for a while but she still was complaining so I just let her lay here.

"I didn't say you had too mama, I asked did you want me to go pick up something." I asked her rubbing her back.

She groaned. "Noo, I don't want you to leave me." She cried. "I want you to stay with me." She told me hugging me tighter.

I chuckled, laying back on the bed. "Ma, I gotta go get us something to eat. You wanna come with me?" I asked her as she nodded. "But you just got out the shower, you still wanna go?"

"Yes, can I?" She asked me sitting up as I smiled, pecking her lips a few times.

"Of course ma, you can." I said. "What do you wanna eat?" I asked her as she shrugged.

I mentally groaned.

I don't know if it just her or woman in general but they can never figure out what they wanna eat.

"I want cake and tacos." She said randomly as I twisted my face.

"You pregnant?" I asked her as she laughed.

Shaking her head no. "No silly, it's just my new birth control." She said as I mugged her.

"Birth control... when we talk about that?" I asked her as she shook her head no.

She sighed. "I'm not ready for no kids Chris, I still gotta life to live, I'm only 21."

I looked at her before shaking my head.

Imma just talk to her tomorrow because apparently her sleep got her mind fucked up.