One Night Stand (Chris Brown/ Mindless Behavior)

Chapter 4

Sort of having a writers' block problem right now. It might not be as long ass the others.

Love you!

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❤Unknown❤

Date: May 10, 2013

Time: 4:56 p.m

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I'm tired! Of! Her! Bullshit! Why must she be so much better than me? I groaned and picked up my laptop I stole from Walmart. I ran my choppy fingernails over the soft keys. I began typing in her name.

Jamila Smith.

I went straight to google images and saw her. In her stupid ass lingerie. Her stupid ass Bikinis. Her stupid ass perfect body. I looked down at the lump in my stomach. I bet she doesn't even remember me. I clicked off and went on Omg! I saw Breaking News! In all pink letters above a small picture. I squinted a little and leaned in. I clicked the picture and I zoomed in a little. Ugh. The usual. A couple kissing. Then I noticed Chris Brown was the boy and Jamila was... I screamed and shut my laptop. This can't be happening. I pulled on my little curls that went to my shoulders and shook my head. The dimming light start flickering. I'm so mad! Why does she get whatever she wants!

I need to find out where she lives. In that picture though. She seemed a little. Fat. Or pregna- Oh god please don't tell me they... Fucked. Oh god. My mind started racing. Her career cannot go to Jay Z and Beyonce's level. I slipped on my ragged boots. And my big hoodie. I stepped out in the coldness. It's like 2 in the morning and I need a little pocket money.

I walked down a few blocks until I heard familiar conversing. I'm finally on Prostitute St. Well that's what "we" call it. I stood next to my good friend Porcha and winked at her.

"Hey girly." She gave me a hug. Telling by what she smelt like she was smoking a little before she came out.

"What's up. How many did you get today." I smirked.

"A good 8. That's about 600$ right there." My jaw dropped in amazement.

"You haven't gotten caught yet? You're a risky ass bastard Porche!" I laughed loudly. That's when a loud blaring horn caught me off guard. I looked through the window. He pointed to me and motioned me over. I waved bye to Porche and knocked on the window. He rolled it down. He was a dark man. Bushy beard and Mustache. With designs on his sideburns. He seemed like he had a lot of money. I smiled. He handed me $500. And patted the seat. My eyes widened. This must be until tomorrow morning for how much I charge. He sped off causing me to drop mmost of the money. I groaned and started picking it up.'counting it at will. Sometimes I wonder why I do this.

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❤Jamila❤

A few days ago was the best. The side effects are still there like a drug. I'm just laying in my bed.. Day dreaming. I haven't been out the house since then.. I just feel the feeling will go away if I do. I have taken showers though.

Ohh! I have some cool news! I did my calculations and I will have my baby sometime in September! Eek! Unless I have a Pre-mature birth. Which I don't want. I already picked out some names for her. Either.. Essence. Skai (sky) or Evenie.

(A/N not as in Christmas EVE. As in (e-vuh-knee)

I want my baby to be unique like Beyonce. We aren't cool. But.. Ya know shit happens. I have to approve these with Chris though since its his too.