Unmasked: Chris Brown Story [FINISHED]

4• Don't kill the Fun (pt. 1)

- Shareece POV

My brother got some nerve for pulling this shit on me, he lucky that we blood. I drag my extremely tired ass out the bed and walk to the connected bathroom. While waiting for the water to warm up, I link up my Iphone to my blue Beats Pill and Body Language by Kid Ink blasted through as I stepped in the shower. All I could think about was Chris. It's funny how much I admired him when I was younger and now I have the chance to help him. Despite of all his wrongs in the past, I always saw good in him. About 15 minutes later, I step out and dry off. It took about 25 minuted to blow dry and braid my hair up.

Once that was done, I look around my walk-in closet to see what Imma wear today. I pick out a pair of light blue jeans from Forever 21, a white half shirt from Rainbows, and my Legend Blue's by Jordan. I brush my teeth and wash my face before I put on my Melted Tu-Tu shade lipstick and Better than Sex mascara from Too Faced Cosmetics. I grab my white clutch and keys and leave the house.

"Hello darling, what are you doing up and about so early in the morning?" My kind and sweet old neighbor Jenny asked from her front porch.

"Hi Ms. Kennedy. I'm actually heading to the airport to pick up my brother." I replied as I unlocked my car and got in.

She waved as I drove out my driveway and onto the street. Hours later, I make it to L.A.X Airport just in time. Once I saw a 6'6 tall, slim, darkskin head to baggage claim; I ran up and tackled his ass down.

"Tay, get yo heavy ass off me!" He semi-yelled causing us to get glances from people around us.

"Well then..nice to see your ugly ass too!" I snapped back a little louder than him.

"We look the same; if I'm ugly then you ugly too."He stated as we got his suitcases. I wonder how long he thought he was staying...technically he wasn't invited to come.

Once we got out to the parking, Rara's eyes nearly popped out their sockets when I unlocked the car. Blasting Throw Some Moe by Rae Serummrd through the speakers. My brother and I catch up on each other's lives since we last talked. Then Whitney calls me through the high-tech car phone.

"Hey lightskin." I greeted her.

"Hi, darkskin." She replied back.

"Bitch don't get it fucked up, we is brownskin. Say it with me: Brown. Skin." Rara stated as I shook my head.

"Is that who I think?" Whitney asked.

"The one and only. But what's up Whitney." Rare answered.

"We still on for tonight?" She asked me as my brother turned his head to face me.

"Of course." I said as my brother gave me a death glare. "Relax, we're just going out to a party." I added as he started laughing.

"My antisocial ass sister actually tryna go clubbin'? Whitney you're a miracle worker!" He said while laughing.

"It ain't that damn funny." I scoff at him as he sticks his tongue at me. "You hella immature." I stated the obvious.

"Well I'll let y'all do your sibling thing and I'll swing by later so we can get ready together. Love y'all darkskins.. bye." She end the call and Rara sighed heavily.

"Didn't I tell her we brownskins?" He asked himself rather than me, then out of nowhere starts poking me. "Shareece...Taytay... Sissy..." He pleaded.

"Nigga the fuck you want? That shit hella annoying." I asked.

"Lemme roll with yall to the party?" He begged with puppy-dog eyes and a child like voice.

"Alright, don't do anything stupid though." I replied and a smile came across his face.