Friends right?

Gone (Chapter 12)

Aubrey

It's been a whole week . I haven't heard of  or seen Robyn. Nobody has a clue where she is even Melissa. I haven't been releasing any music whatsoever. I have been here helping my so called 'baby mother' buy clothes.

I was on Instagram drowning in shame. When I saw #whereisbreezy
Shit! We forgot about Chris. Another reason to try and talk to Robyn. I wonder if he is in jail. That would be tragic. For Robyn. I don't know why but I don't feel so bad. It's not wrong though right? I mean he did do stuff that's unforgivable.

I heard the doorbell ring. Great another unexpected visitor. Why must people come. Last time someone came I found out I was having a child. I walked over to my door.

"Hello how may I help you" I said  not making eye contact with this unexpected visitor.

"I want to get my clothes" that familiar stuck up, loveable, mischievous. My eyes lit probably looking like bowling balls. Or something.

"Robyn" I shrieked.  I looked at her. Practically scanned her. She looked thicker. Even more beautiful. Maybe I'm hallucinating but she looked  shorter. She wore a small patterned dress and a large jacket. I took another look at this jacket it looks somewhat usually. I clenched my jaw as I saw that this jacket didn't belong to a woman. It was a mans jacket.

"I want to get my clothes". She repeated sternly. If she knew how much I missed her she would forgive me on the spot. Then again she probably thinks that I fucked that girl when I was with her...

"Robyn," at this point I didn't know what to say. I wanted to ask who does that jacket belong to, where she was the past week, why she came back. This girl is one of the most high payed women on earth, and she came back to retrieve her clothes?

She missed me. I smirked. I looked above her shoulder to see a well recognized car. With a strange license plate. "1TRIGGA10"

The Lamborghini was in the driveway with the ignition still on. A well known man had his arm out the window of his car. His face covered by the glare of the sun.

"So can I get my clothes or..." The heavenly yet stern voice trailed off.

"Yeah, yeah come in" I said looking into her eyes.
She took no time strutting inside like a leopard. I, on the other hands cut my eyes at the Lamborghini in my driveway. Trying to get a good look at this guy.

"We need to talk" I said sternly trying to even the small tension.

She looked at me like a confusing math test.

"No we don't" she said. She didn't even try to sound stern. She just did. She knows what she wants and how to get it. I love that about her.

"Has the Chris situation crossed over your mind yet" I said mentally smirking. On the other hand I tried to keep a straight face.

I think I heard her mumble some curse words under her breath. I only caught two clear words. "Fucking shit"

"Listen" she said calmly but I could hear her jaw clench. " I'm going to come by tomorrow and we can figure it out"
I mentally smirked again. Robyn is the kind of person that likes to get things over with. Not put it for a next day. Content that she missed me? Of course.

"Okay" I said. I have a feeling that tomorrow might get a little freaky. And by feeling I mean I will make it freaky.

A kiss on the cheek there. A kiss on the lips here. I mean what's the worst that could go wrong? We end up fucking each other. I don't see a problem!

"Bye Aubrey" she somewhat sadly said. I smiled. What about her clothes. Hmph she just misses me.

"Bye" I said in almost a whisper.