Just Homies || Chris Brown

Just Homies|| 1

Chantelle,

"Chris stoooooooop." I whined flipping the pancakes I was currently making smoothly. Chris chuckled wriggling his fingers over my stomach and under my arms making me laugh.

"Seriously, do want pancakes or n- shit!" I gasp turning around quickly and Chris grabs my waist catching the pan carefully. I stare at him for a moment noticing how close we were and how his grip on my waist didn't loosen but after a minute of realization I grinned before laughing covering up for the awkward silence. Chris placed the pan down scratching the back of his head whilst smiling a little bit.

"Your fault." I said rolling my eyes and Chris shakes his head taking a hug sip from my cup of lemonade making me sigh placing pancakes on the counter.

"Not my fault you ticklish."

"Yea it's your fault, and get cho' own lemonade!!" I yell raising one eyebrow as he finishes my drink.

"You funny." He looks up at me with a sarcastic smile.

"I know but you gon' get me a refill or nah?" I smirk sitting on one of the chairs beside him whilst piling my plate with pancakes. Chris gives me a shocked glance staring at my plate-

"You that hungry for a skinny girl," he chuckles and I glare at him smacking the back of his head real hard making him stop laughing. "You just hit me?" He asks as I try not to laugh.

"Yea dam' right I jus' hit you." I laugh to myself before gasping as he grabs my legs swinging me over his shoulder before walking with me hanging off him.

"Chris you ain't bout to try me right now! Put me down!" I yell banging my fists on his hard back.

"Watch me lil girl." Chris laughs flipping me onto the couch as I prop myself on my elbows glaring at him.

"I'm a grown ass woman lil boy." I tease but Chris grabs my arms placing them behind my head as I struggle before tickling the life out of me. We end up on the floor and I sigh.

"You idiot, I got a show with Beyoncé this afternoon and you wasting my breath." Chris smirks at this before turning over to look at me.

"Don't worry baby girl, you always manage to make a full of yourself onstage." He jokes and I flick him off pouting before whacking his forehead.

"I'm amazing and you know it."

"I don' know nothin' except that....." he thinks. "Beyoncé got the talent......and Nicki got the ass..." I poke my tongue out at him before sitting up.

"I don't want to have to beat cho' ass Breezy." He grins. "Chris I ain't playing." Chris grins even more-

"Beat who's ass?" He questions looking over at me, I roll my eyes standing up and walking over to my fridge and grabbing a tub of Cookies & Cream ice cream. I bring back the tub with two spoons before sitting up on his stomach basically straddling him whilst opening the Ice cream.

"Yours of course." I hand him his spoon and he digs in after me. Chris loves Ice cream and I guess I share that trait with him along with other weird pet peeves and habits. We're each other's half's.

Chris and I have been friends since kindergarten, our parents clicked, we clicked and it seemed to be a perfect match. We're each other's support and no matter what I would never break that bond.

"So, what's up with you an' Kerrueche?" I ask staring at him as he gives me his usual I-don't-know-what-you-talkin'-about look. I can always tell when he Lyin', his left ear begins to move a bit. Nigga can't slip past me, I knew him since fo----ever!