Separated (Chris Brown Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

Brielle Davis

"What?" I gasped, letting out a small laugh. He was kidding. He had to be kidding.

"I'm moving, Bri." he repeated, the shock still evident on my face.

"You're moving?" I shook my head at what he had just said. No. "You can't leave, Chris... We've been together all our lives, and I want it to stay that way."

He flashed a quick smile, his face softening as he continued.

"I do too, but where will I stay? My mom and dad are moving, and my aunt is renting her own place now." he huffed, leaning against the sofa in frustration.

"You can stay with me, I mean you're here most of the time anyways." I suggested hopefully.

"No, I can't do that. I wouldn't want to be a burden on you and your mother, plus-" I clamped my hand over his mouth as his breathing finally calmed down. He took a deep breath before prying my hand off of his mouth.

"Stop worrying, we'll figure this out. Even if you do leave, I'll still be here until the day you come back."

A small smile spread across his face as he gathered his things and left. Shutting the door behind him, I slid down the painted wood and let out a frustrated sigh. My best friend was leaving me and I couldn't do anything about it.

***

I threw on a old pair of basketball shorts and a purple tank top before pulling my covers over my head and attempting to sleep. The cotton sheets cascaded around my body, making me feel comfortable for once as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I was disturbed by a light tap on my window, followed by another tap. After about the twentieth tap, I groggily stepped out of bed and pulled back the curtains slowly, revealing Chris.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled.

"I couldn't sleep." he mumbled.

"Well I was sleeping until you decided to bang on my window." I growled. Honestly, I couldn't be mad it him.

"I'm sorry. Can I come in? I didn't climb up the side of your house for nothing."

I chuckled quietly and grabbed his hands as I pulled him through the window. He looked at me in silence before pulling me into a hug. The warmth of his body made me feel happier, like the sun beaming through the clouds on a rainy day.

"I don't want you to leave." I spoke, breaking the silence.

He released me from the hug and rested his large hands on my petite  shoulders as we made eye contact. The way he looked at me made me feel a thousand times more important, even though I'm pretty sure I was only one of the many chapters of his life. A chapter that was about to end.

"I have to leave, it's not my choice- it's the only option."

"But it's not, Chris. Just stay with me." I pleaded.

"I can't."

I groaned as I plopped myself back down on my bed, the cotton no longer as comforting as it was minutes ago.

I merely glanced up at Chris, who was looking at me with an unrecognizable emotion in his eyes. The light of the moon shone through the open window and bounced off of his irises as if they became moons of their own, staring me down.

His lip quivered slowly and the moons that were his eyes shone brighter as his eyes watered.

We were about a foot apart but I could hear his heart beating. He was in pain. He was going to leave his friends, family and life behind in a few weeks. His whole life escaping from his hands as if they were grains of sand.

My heart throbbed as his gaze dropped back down to the floor and he sat next to me. This would be one of our last moments together. One of our last moments breathing the same air and in the same space. I rested my head in his chest as he let out a sigh of relief, slowly falling asleep.

***

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock blaring loudly in my ear. I rubbed my hands up and down the goosebumps covering my arms as I tried to warm up. Chris must've covered me with a blanket before he left, but I still felt cold without him.

After brushing my teeth and fixing my hair, I grabbed two Pop-Tarts from the cabinet and began my journey down the neighborhood to catch the bus. Hopefully Chris would be there waiting for me.

I walked down the sidewalk with my bookbag hanging off of my right shoulder as I hummed along to my Spotify playlist. Another day at school, I thought. After walking past multiple houses, I attempted to cross the street until a huge truck cut me off, almost striking me.

"What the-" I paused as I took another glance at the vehicle. It was a moving truck.

Since I still had a few moments to spare before the bus came, I walked the opposite direction into the neighborhood. The pale green moving truck was stopped in front of Chris' house, and his aunt was helping load up the boxes.

"Hey Auntie." I spoke, cutting her off from her work. Chris' aunt was like a mom to me, she used to care for me when my mom was off for business trips, not to mention she gave great advice.

"Hey Bri. Oh my how you've grown! I could've sworn just yesterday you were about as tall as that fire hydrant," she chuckled, placing another box in the truck.

"Yep, time flies. Um, is Chris inside? The bus should be coming soon and-"

"You should go check on him, he's taking the move pretty hard."

I nodded and walked into the red-bricked house through the open door. I walked up the familiar stairs, knocking on the door to his room softly before stepping in.

"The bus is gonna be here in like, ten minutes." I informed, looking around the room. The once poster-covered walls were stripped bare, as were the shelves. His closet was open and fully emptied. The only thing in the room was a pile of several giant cardboard boxes.

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." he mumbled, looking down into the largest box. I snuck a peek, finally realizing what it was. The box read "Bri" and was filled with lots of memories. From the old school pictures we got taken at Chuck-E-Cheese, to our matching t-shirts we tie-dyed in 2nd grade. I couldn't believe he kept it.

Closing the box, Chris let out yet another deep sigh before grabbing his book bag from the ground and walking out the door as I followed.

"Oh yeah, I brought you a Pop-Tart..." I spoke, holding it out.

He stared at me a while before speaking. "Thanks Bri."

"It's just a Pop-Tart, I mean-"

"No, thank you for everything. You're the only person who's always been there for me and I love you for that." he smiled, taking a bite out of the Pop-Tart.

"I love you too. Now please, wipe your mouth." I chuckled, trying not to let Pop-Tart chunks fly out of my mouth.