MaryJane -» chris brown

18. Mother's Home

Mother's Home

Jasmine's POV

10:57

I wash my face, leaving the bathroom and decided to get myself some water. I walk out of the bedroom and spot Chris sleeping on the sofa.

Then all the memories flood back, and each time I look at him, I fall for him harder. Especially from last night.

I get a glass of water and stare at him. "I know you're watching me." He says while his eyes were still closed.

"Sorry." I say as I pulled out some Cheerios from the cabinet.

I then grabbed some milk, along with a bowl and spoon.

I pour some milk in the bowl and applied Cheerios.

I then started eating, then thinking about life, am I even gonna get married or be a cat lady for the rest of my entire life.

I then finished eating and put my bowl onto the sink quickly washing them. I have noticed that no one really eats the food here, they only go outside and order.

I go inside my room spotting Chris looking down at his belt and focusing on it as he applies it.

I then walk back and then bump into the door.

"Ah!" I say as I fell down on the floor.
"Shit! You okay?!" He says as he kneels on the floor as he helps me up.

"Yeah." I say as I held onto Chris for 1 second.

"Your mother called, and said she's coming today." He says as he let go of me

"Oh." I blankly say

"Don't worry, we will all have a talk, a dinner."
He says.

I groan
"You making things worse, Chris." I say as he chuckles.

"Why not?"
He asks.

"Ok fine." I say.

"It sounds more formal." He says.

"Oh, so it's a formal dinner too!?" I complain
"I don't always get what I want, might as well become a stripper yo." I say.

Then Chris gives me a blank face.
"Stop with that BS. Ok?" He says and I nod.

I walk away from him opening the closet and getting a towel.

As I bend down, I can see eyes on me.

I turn quickly turn around to see Chris glance at me then looked somewhere else.

My phone rings and I see a call coming from Donya. That called yesterday. I pressed answer and is immediately greeted with a loud ass scream

"Bitch where was you?" She yells.
Even tho it was a call for the ear, but I felt like it was on speakers.

"Chilling at home." I say.