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Jasmine's POV

*a/n ya girl forgt a title*

I slowly walk up to the sofa opposite him and sit down checking my nails as I stared at him.

What colour do you think I should get?

He then deeply breathes and looks at me putting his arms on his lap leaning as he did that as he gives me a grin.

"Hey." He croaks.

"Hey." I say as I fiddle with my fingers.

"I was wondering if you could take me home so I could get changed properly." I say.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go" He says getting up and I could sense that he wasn't wearing boxers because I swear I could've seen something bounce.

He then stretches finding his keys on the counter.

"Okay, let's go." He says and I walk to the door leaving the house.

I walk to the gate and later Chris comes opening the gate with a key and opens it

"You first, my lady." He jokingly says and I giggle going out first.

Then he comes with me unlocking the car as he closed the gate.

I see his red Lamborghini flicker, then notice his golden plate that said "CHRISBROWN"

and I jog to the passengers seat opening the door and sitting down.

I see Chris walking up to me as he closed the door of the car (a/n I h8 it when I gtta do dis sht!)

I was then daydreaming about what I wanna be when I'm married and got kids.

What will my kids look like?
Will I be just a babymama?
Who am I going to get married to?
Was it just a hookup?
Was it an accident? * (a/n I cnt put italics I'm writing dis on my phone, is it da same 4 u writers reading dis?)

"Jasmine." Chris says saying a little louder.

"Huh?" I say turning to him snapping out of my thoughts.

"Can you check the glove compartment, there should be a jacket in there, or at least a top."He says and I nod opening the glove compartment finding a white shirt,closing the glove compartment.

I pass him a white shirt and he puts it on.
I watch him put it on.

"Okay." He says putting his hands firmly holding onto the steering wheel.

He then cleared his throat and started to drive.

I drifted away and began thinking about my friends. Do I even have proper friends? Yeah, I do got friends, but they're so quiet. Or maybe it's me that's quiet. I'm just so tired, I love sitting at home, eating and watching whatever's on Netflix. It's my natural habitat. It's my cycle. I won't break it because 2 seconds of not doing my daily routine i would be dead on the floor, just like that. *

Chris then does a U turn and I looked at him. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'll get you whatever you need right now." He says chuckling