You: Chris Brown Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

Kehlani

I went home with Vanessa that night. Nothing like a slumber party with my best friend filled with nothing but girl talk and bad-mouthing Chris.

We both were just in complete shock of how he acted at the basketball game. Like, from what I recall I wasn't the one who just ended all contact so abruptly.

Vanessa came into the living room with two bowls of ramen noodles. She handed one to me, and plopped down onto the couch.

"I can't believe we really saw Chris today after all these years," Vanessa commented, twirling some noodles onto her fork and putting into her mouth.

"I know right." I added. "I just hate how we go out to have a good time and there he goes just fuckin' everyones mood up."

I then noticed Vanessa was looking down at my phone on my thigh and I followed her eyes. It was going crazy. I was getting a Instagram notification after Instagram notification.

"Well, what the hell is this?" I asked, putting my bowl on the coffee table and picking my iPhone up.

I unlocked it and went straight to my Instagram app. Under my recent picture, I saw multiple comments of people asking what happened between me and Chris.

"Do you see this shit?" I asked Vanessa, showing her my phone.

"You don't think BallerAlert or TheShadeRoom posted anything, do you?" She suggested.

I then searched up the name of BallerAlert first and went through their photos. Sure enough, there was a video of me and Chris going at it. However nothing could be heard. All was seen was a lot of pointing and then me and Vanessa leaving.

I saw that their caption of video was suggesting that maybe Chris and I had a love spat.

"Now they're over here spreadin' rumors," I said, shaking my head. I typed up TheShadeRoom next.

They had the video and a picture of Chris staring at me and me and Vanessa whispering to each other.

"Damn paparazzi!" Vanessa exclaimed, looking on with me. "They be every-damn-where, I swear."

"Truly," I added. "Honestly, I don't care what BallerAlert or TheShadeRoom has to say. As long as Chris ain't talkin' shit, I'm good."

"Actually..." Vanessa's voice trailed.

"What?" I asked urgently. I snatched her phone from her hand and looked at what she was talking about.

@chrisbrownofficial: fuck bitches, get money 💯💸 @kehlanimusic

How fucking petty can one grown man be?, I thought to myself. Not only did he post a picture of me, but he mentioned me too. Like, and he called me childish earlier?

Once I gave Vanessa back her phone, I grabbed mine and refreshed Instagram. BallerAlert posted a screenshot of Chris' Instagram post about me.

Damn, this people work fast.

"Well, you gon' post something back, right?" Vanessa urged.

"No, I won't even feed into his immaturity." I replied honestly, throwing my phone down and picking up my bowl from the table.

"Like hell you ain't," Vanessa proceeded to grab my phone.

"Don't have me lookin' crazy, please." I begged.

I watched as her fingers went crazy on the keyboard. I really hoped she wasn't having me look like some angry, coo-coo lady.

When she finished, she handed me my phone back.

@Kehlanimusic: @chrisbrownofficial honestly sweetie I'm not even gonna sweat the bullshit. If you had something to truly say to me you wouldn't put it out on social media you would be a grown man about it and talk it out with me PRIVATELY my number's in your DM. 💯💯💯💁🏽👑

I nodded. "Not bad, girl. You handled this like a lady. Thank you."

I couldn't believe this bullshit was even really happening. Just petty shit.

"You know, I bet you Chris' ass did that for attention," Vanessa commented.

"I doubt it." I responded. "He already has enough of it. What more does be need?"

Chris

"Yo, what's up with you and Kehlani?" Karrueche asked, walking into the bedroom with her iPhone in her hand. "You two are everywhere."

"It's nothing, baby." I told her.

"It's obviously something, because you two were beefin' earlier at the basketball game, which I guess y'all knew each other before this?" She questioned.

"Yeah, it's an actual story behind all this," I replied.

To be honest, I started this argument on Instagram between Kehlani and I for her attention. I knew she wouldn't have talked to me otherwise.

I had tricks under my sleeve to get Kehlani back in my life. She was my homie and I fucked that up by being an asshole five years ago. If I could back, I would fix everything that I messed up back then.

"Well, we got time." Karrueche began, getting comfortable next to me. "What happened?"

"Baby, some things that happened in the past should just, you know... stay in the past." I said.

"If you dated her, and broke up with her, like I wouldn't care." She told me.

"No, baby, just leave it alone. It's nothing, really." I continued on.

Honestly at that point, I couldn't tell whether I was trying to convince her or myself.