Summer Renaissance

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I wanna house you and make you take my name
I'm gonna spouse you and make ya tat' ya ring
I'm gonna take you all the way, baby, can I take you all the way?
You sexy motherfucker, boy, you growin' on me
I just wanna thug you, the category is Bey'
You gangsta motherfucker, boy, you growin' on me
Boy, I just wanna touch you, I can feel it through those jeans

6 years later


It's been six years and I'm still mute, I'm 20 and Chris is 23. "Hurry up you gotta get ready" Bryson peeped into the room. 

I put my suit on and got ready. The wedding bells rang as Bryson walked me down the aisle to Chris. 

"We gather in Holy matrimony To celebrate the relationship of Rodrick Moore and Chris Brown." The wedding officiant said. He looked at Chris. "Do you Chris, take Rodrick to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" "I do," Chris said, looking right at me.

 "I know we won't get a verbal response, but do you Rodrick, take Chris to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth, hoping something would come out.

"I-I do," I said. Everyone gasped. "You can talk?" Chris asked. "For you, I'll do anything, my love."

"I pronounce you husband and husband?... You may kiss the groom." We kissed. Tears flowed from my eyes, but they were not sad tears, they were happy tears.

"I prayed that you would be able to say I do, I just prayed," Chris whispered, kissing me again.

"I feel like it would have been cool if my first word was 'fuck you' or 'muthafucka', but 'I do' is cool too, I guess" I chuckled 

We laughed and partied the rest of the night. When we got home we got out of our suits and Chris laid in bed. I walked to him and turned on the music. "Tonight I'm gonna dance for you," Beyonce said over the speakers. I sang with her as I sat Chris up and danced for him.

"...Dance 4 You," I said, winking.





THE END


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