Come Back to Reality

Chapter 55:

**Crystal's POV**

I not staying in this house all damn day. I still have 3 more days until Alliyah come back. I thought I was tired of her before, but now, I miss her like CRAZY. Her long, light brown hair. Her green eyes. The squeal she makes when she laughs.

Aubrey's leaving tomorrow and then I still have 2 days after that to see my baby girl.

Shit. Look what my life's come to. From being booked with plans to staying in all day. I'm gonna go visit my sisters in 2 days, I guess. All 5 of us would be reunited.

"Hey, Brooke!"

"Crystal? Hiiii! How you been?"

"Pregnant. 3 months."

"*gasps* You're serious?! Oh, God."

"Yeah. It's getting me into ALL SORTS of moods."

"Hahaha. Yeah..I bet. Did you and Chris plan it?"

"Hell no. Chris might not even be the dad."

"What? Who else?"

"Aubrey from high school. He's a rapper now. But anyway, he's the other choice."

"Why would you do that?"

"We broke...up. *sigh* There was problems and it wasn't healthy. I'll tell you more about it later. I'm visiting in 3 days so you can meet my daughter."

"Aubrey has a kid?"

"He adopted her from Autumn."

(Brooke and Autumn were BEST friends.)

"Where's Autumn?"

"Died from cancer."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Pregnant people don't really do jokes."

"Damn."

"Ummm..can I speak to Angela?"

"Yeah. Hold on....ANGIE! Crystal's on the phone."

"Hey, Cryssy."

"'Sup, Tangela?"

"Where are you?"

"Santa Monica."

"Are you coming to my gra-too-a-shin?"

"Graduation? When?"

"In 3 days."

"I'll have to see. I gotta go. I'm gonna talk to you later. Call India."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye."

I tweeted: Family vs. Love...shouldn't they both be the same?

It really didn't have a meaning to me, but it could be what some people needed to see.

"Hey, Michael." (Tyga)

"Wassup?"

"Give me some weed."

"What? HELL naw!"

"Come on. Please?"

"This is the ONLY time, but you have to come over to get it."

I drove there to get it. I didn't know when Aubrey was coming back, but didn't give a fuck, either.

I ate cookies-n-creme ice cream, watched LMN, AND got high at the same damn time!

After 4 hours of waiting and smoking, I was about to fall asleep, but I heard the door slam shut.

I got up and ran downstairs, feeling my curly, puffy hair bounce up and down with the wind.

"Aubrey!"

I ran and hopped onto him, sloppily kissing up and down his neck.

"What?"

"I missed you!"

"Well, come on. Get dressed so we can go out to eat."

I hopped down and held him in a kiss.

"Damn. What happened to having a break?"

"Time In. Where are we going? *laughing*"

He held my chin up so he could see my eyes better.

"You've been smoking?"

"No no nooo. I don't sm-OKE. Never a day in my LIFE have I EVA smoked." I was smiling the whole time.

***Aubrey's POV***

So now, I can't propose over dinner tonight! What is her problem?

"Crystal. Go upstairs."

"I'm hungry, Papi Chulo."

DAMN her breath smells like pure weed!

"Go upstairs!"

"NO SIR! *Laughs*"

I snatched her arm up.

"Oooo, baby. Do it rougher. I love it like that."

"Crystal."

"WESTBROOKS! That's the name, hoe!"

I was DISGUSTED.

"I can't do this."

"Can you do this?" She rubbed her hands down to her underwear.

I walked upstairs into our bathroom. I ran a hot, bubbly bath water. Tonight was the night that I was supposed to propose, but she fucked it up.

***Crystal's POV***

My high was starting to wear off as I looked dumbfounded as Aubrey walked upstairs, wanting nothing to do with me.

I thought about everything. Each second, the world became more clear.

I seriously love Aubrey. If he would propose, I would say yes without a doubt.

About 10 minutes pasted and I went upstairs and called out to Aubrey.

I didn't get an answer back.

I went into the bathroom and saw him in the tub. His eyes were closed and his iPod was on shuffle.

I undressed and laid on top of him, soaking in the warm water. My arm was wrapped around him and we both listened to the music together.

I was exhaling the dirty air and inhaling the clean, thinking about the recent situation while comparing it to the music that was playing. Holding onto hopefully my future that could easily become my past.