Me, You & Hennessy

MU&H11.

Christopher Brown.

There was a loud, obnoxious tap on my car window. Opening my eyes, Levi was standing with her arms holding her stomach and rain pouring down. I shift in my seat and unlock the doors as she gets in.

"Your such a heavy sleeper." She says clicking her seatbelt.

"Well, it is pouring right now. I assume you got it?" I raise my eyebrow as she nods. "Good, we going back to my place." I say starting up the engine.

"No, I want to go home Chris." She mutters leaning her head against the glass.

"Home? Fine. I see what you tried to do Levi. You tried to say you love me, then trap me with a baby. Fuck you, don't hit me up." I spat to her puling out of the parking lot.

"You sound so delusional." She hisses.

"Leave me alone. Matter of fact." I utter pulling over to the side of the road. "Get out." I demand.

"What? It's pouring buckets and your going to make me walk home?" She says almost in a whine.

"Get out my car, find your way home. I'm done with you." I blurt.

"Fine, fuck you. Don't call me when you want to bust a nut either." She slurs, getting out of my car. I lock the doors and then speed off and make my way home.

Levianna Stevenson.

Watching him speed away in the foggy midst of the afternoon, I knew everything was switching on me.

All I know is, I can't adjust to everything. He said he loves me, then forces me out his car. My mind was full of negativity and right now, I could go for some sex, or even Henny. Simply because I'm addicted and its all his fault.

My curls begin to form from the pattering of the rain, I begin my walk home in the muddy grass.

I didn't even know what area I was in. I knew I wanted to go home now, wash all my worries away with you know what and you know who.

But he is my issue. Henny is my new resolution.

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Waking up, I stretched out my sore body from all of the walking I had to suffer from and let out a yawn.

Checking the time, it was well pass the time I was supposed to wake up. Thank the Lord I showered the night before.

Swinging out of bed, I make up my bed horribly and pull out some sweatpants and a random old basketball jersey Michael had, then rush out to the bathroom.

Gladly my idiot brothers weren't in there, so I quickly swarmed my face with my grapefruit face cleanser and brush my straight aligned teeth.

My hair was a complete mess and I wasn't sure what to do, so placing it in a low ponytail was all the creativeness I could think of.

After changing into my clothes, I stop by my room to grab my bag and my black crewneck, along with some vans.

Without wasting anymore time, I sneakily slip out the house and Micheal & Leon are just leaving.

They stop the car surprisingly and let me get into the car.

"Hey fags." I greet placing my bag onto my back as he sped off.

"Hey L." Leon says texting on his phone, but Michael doesn't reply.

"Hey fag number one, answer me." I almost demand.

"I don't talk to little girls who fuck older dudes." He spats.

"What are you talking about?" I say growing suspicious. How does he know? Guilty at its finest, just write it on my forehead. Or idiot, that works too.