I opened my mouth,
it all rushed out spoken
Though I never meant you to know it
I was stalling myself and got held in the moment
Without even knowing
I stopped and got lost in my mind
I've never felt so unraveled in my whole life
I said, I love you, I love you, I love you
But now I regret it
Isaid, I love you, I love you, I love you
But I'm sorry I said it
But what's done is done, I can't undo what's done
Don't want to hurt this thing we've just begun
I know I've said it but can we forget this?
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(A/N: I decided not to do a rated R chappie. Well, not yet anyway. Welp, STORY TIME!!!!!)
I woke up not feeling anything but absolute pain. As I got out of bed, my body ached to lay back down and every step it took to get to the bathroom made me wince and cry out with pain. After 5 minutes of walking, I finally made it to the bathroom. As I went to go brush my teeth, there was a note on the mirror.
Good morning, baby! I left for work early and called the chaffeur to take you to the studio @ 10. Jeffrey made you breakfast fit for a queen like you. Love you and I will see you later. I have a surprise for you. - Corahn.
I took the note and ripped it to shreds. I didn't believe him for 1 second. I mean, one second you hate me and rape me(A/N : That rhymed :)), another you love me and I'm a queen? That's that bipolar ish.
I took a quick shower and went into my walk-in closet, trying to choose what to wear. I finally decided to wear my Superman crop top, black destroyed skinnies, SWAG bracelet, DOPE snapback, BITCH necklace, and blue and black Supras(A/N: Outfit at the side). I straightened my natural black and blonde hair. On my way downstairs, I paused in front of the mirror; I looked TOO cute.
Jeffrey was down there making breakfast for me. It really was fit for a queen. It was eggs, caviar, bacon, and lobster. I looked at the time and realized that it was 9:47. I quickly scarfed down the breakfast, thanked Jeffrey, threw my MAC red lipstick, Beats, and Maybelline mascara into my messenger bag, and flew out the front door.
As soon as I walked into the studio, I was greeted by Justin and 2 other people.
" Hey Justin!" I exclaimed. "Hello, umm.."
The lady spoke up. " Hello, Tay. My name is Keisha Gamble and this is Walter Milsap. We wanted to talk to you about a possible collaboration with our clients."
I nooded my head and wondered who these clients were. " Umm, Ms. Gamble" (GCO)
" Please, call me Keisha," she said.
"Ok, Keisha. Who exactly are your clients?
" Mindless Behavior."
Suddenly 4 boys walked into the room. I ain't gon' lie, they was SEXY. One had 2 long braids, another had a huge afro, another had a blonde fade, and another had a smaller brownish-blonde curly afro. I recognized the one with the blonde fade as my #1 niggerette, LaLa's husband Craig. Even though they was ALL fine as hell, except for Craig cuz he was like a brother to me, I was really feeling the one with the braids.
"Hey Craig! How are you and LaLa?" I asked him while hugging him.
"Tay! You know I don't like it when you call me that!" he said while frowning.
I laughed. "So are you gonna introduce me to the rest of Mindless Behavior?"
"Oh yea! Umm this is (GCO)
The one with the braids spoke up. " Aye yo Prod! You know we can introduce ourselves! Aye lil mama, my name is Ray-Ray."
" It's ya boy Princeton!" said Afro.
"Roc Royal to the max!" said Small Afro.
"And we are Mindless Behavior!" they all said. "Turn up!"
" Y'all are s'pposed to collaborate on their song Used to Be," Justin explained. Then, he turned on their song. The song was TOO pappin'!
" I would LOVE to collaborate on the song!" I basically squealed.
"Perfect! We'll start working tomorrow. Okay, y'all can go have lunch now," Keisha said.
"Can we PLEASE go to Popeye's?" Craig begged.
"Okay, your fat ass ALWAYS want some fried chicken."
"NOOO! I wanna go to Taco Bell!" whined Ray-Ray.
"Nope, we goin' to Sylvia's," Roc Royal said.
" I'll go anywhere there's chili cheese fries," said Princeton.
"Errybody shut up!" I yelled. Y'all gon' settle this like men. Rock, paper, scissors!"
In the end, Prod won.
"I won, I won!" he yelled
"SHUT UP!" everybody yelled. Then we all looked at each other and busted out laughing.
After we stopped laughing and rolling on the floor, the driver took us to Popeye's. We ran in and ordered our food, cracking jokes and making everyone in the store laugh. When we finally settled down and started chatting, the time passed by so fast we didn't even realize that it passed.
" Tay." Prince said.
"Wzup! *martin voice* (A/N: That show was a mufuckin classic!) I said.
"We was wondering if you wanted to go to a party I'm throwing this weekend."
"Uhhh, I'll have to get back to you on that." I said. I already knew my response: HELL to the NO! Corahn didn't even like it when I went shopping with LaLa. Imagine what he would say if I went to a house party thrown by 4 BOYS and 3 of them were single too!
"Coo, coo."
I looked at the time and saw that it was 4.
"Oh, shit!" I yelled. Errybody looked at me like I had 3 heads. "Uhh I forgot that my moms was coming in fron New Jersey today."
"Okay, bye." Ray said.
I nodded and ran to the front, calling a cab to take me home. When I got home, Corahn was nowhere to be found. He was probably at a club, getting drunk. I stripped down to my boyshorts and put on a tank top and basketball shorts. Then I crawled into bed, not caring what time it was. Cuz I knew when he got home, I wouldn't be able to get any sleep.
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Wzup my niggers and niggerettes! Imma give yall a chapter tomorrow. I don't care how many comments or votes yall give just let it be more than 3. I NEED SOME MUFUCKIN FEEDBACK! Kay? Kay.Follow me on IG @forever_stacey_, on Vine @ Tay Baffour, and on Twitter @thtmindlessbarb blah, blah, blah. Anyways, deuces!✌
-Tay♬
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