The story of Jasmine and Chris Brown

Sweet love

“How do I look?” I asked Roxy. I turned and took in what I was wearing in the mirror.

“Boner alert!” Roxy joked. “You look stunning babe. You'll do great.” She assured me.

“Thanks.” I hoped I'd do good. My heart was  beating so fast it could have been the drumbeat for some of Roxy's music. My stomach felt sick, but I knew I wasn't ill. It was just nerves. Just nerves. That's all.

“Here, put this on.” Roxy put a chain around my neck and fastened it. “To borrow.” She said, pointing at it in the mirror I was still staring at. The chain was thick, silver and caught the light beautifully.

“Thanks, Razz.” I said. Touching the chain. I eventually recognised it as one of her 'snake chains' as she named them. I don't know if that's their real name or not.

“No problem.” She said, shrugging. The way that she was so relaxed made me feel better. My muscles soon didn't feel so tense. “So you've been going out for what, two months?” She asks.

“Yeah..”

“And you still get nervous every time you see him?” She smiled at me in a strange way. I didn't reply. So instead I just poked my tongue out at her.

“D'you think I'm ready?”

            Roxy dropped me off outside the restaurant. No point in me driving as I'd probably end up staying with Chris for the first time. In a hotel-room. Kinky.

            I straightened my skirt and pulled my hair forward. I felt to make sure not a hair was out of place and waved goodbye to Roxy.

            Making my way to the restaurant the butterflies in my stomach flew around all the more desperately. Soft, classical music played through the speakers as I stepped through the door. I spotted Chris at a table towards the back of the room. I took a deep breath and joined him.

“Good evening.” He said as he pulled out a chair for me. I sat on it gratefully as he tucked me in.

“Good evening.” I said, my nerves making my voice slightly shaky.

“Safe drive?” He asked casually, he waved for a waitress.

“Yes, thank you.” I said as I was passed a drinks menu by the tall, slim waitress. She wore a big smile and huge blonde hair extensions. Her Barbie pink lipstick was smudged around her lips messily. It wasn't noticeable unless you really looked, which I apparently was. I turned my attention to the menu.

            It was full of posh French wines and ales with snobby names. I ordered a half decent sounding white wine. Chris chose to try one of the ales.

“You know what, I really fancy trying a real, British beer.” He said, sipping on his dry ale. To be honest, I found both beer and ale totally disgusting! But if he wanted to try it, fine by me.

“Well we can do that after if you want. Considering we are in England.” I said lightly. I sipped on my sweet, dry wine.

            We ate and chatted happily. We shared anecdotes from our lives, just as we had in New York. Chris made me laugh so much I almost sent a load of wine out my nose! Awkward! But he didn't notice so that was okay.

            After dinner, we went to a little pub I knew not far away. It was usually full of old people so no one would notice Chris as a celebrity.

            Just as I thought, the pub was full of old people! We sat at the bar and I ordered Chris half a pint of John Smiths because he didn't know the names of any British beers. He took a sip.

“Ugh! That's disgusting!” He said as he put it down and wiped his mouth.

“I know right!” I teased. “Wanna try another one?”

“That depends..will it be gross?” He asked.

“Personally, I think they're all gross.” I shrugged.

            After trying various beers we went to Chris' hotel-room where I finally got to take off my heels. I clicked my toes as soon as Chris was out the room. I sighed with relief.

“How about we go and check out the view?” Chris suggested.

“Okay.” I said, getting up and going over to the window.

“Not from the window.”

“Then where?”

            That's how we ended up on the roof. The view was astonishing! To think that I had grown up in this town and not seen it like this before! I began to warm up a bit more when Chris put his arm around me.

“It's beautiful.” I said as I tried to find my old house, my old school, the college I went to and various other places.

“Yeah. Not bad.” He said before he kissed me.

            One thing lead to another and we ended up having sex for the first time on top of our hotel-room! On the helicopter pad! Not very romantic I know but still.

            We were doing it on the pad when I started shouting. “It's coming! It's coming!”

“You'll have to wait for me, baby.” He said as he carried on.

“No. IT'S COMING!” I shouted again.

“What's coming?”

“THE FUCKING HELICOPTER ABOVE US!” I shouted over the sound of the chopper getting closer and closer to us.

“Shit!” He shouted, picking me up and carrying me down the stairs to the top floor. Then we took the escalator.

            We shared the escalator with a maid and a businessman. Both of them got to their stops before we got to go to ours. Still carrying me Chris legged it to the hotel-room where he plonked us on his bed and resumed from where he left off.

            The next morning Roxy picked me up whilst Chris was still asleep. Better to leave him with the image of me last night when I was done up than the morning after look.

“So...How'd it go?” Roxy asked me as I got in the car.

“Well erm.....” I didn't know what to say!

“OhmiGod! You had sex!”

“How the hell did you know?!” I was astonished! How did she get that from two words?

“I just know these things.” She said as she drove us back to mine. “So...gimme the deets!” she demanded.

“Well....”