That's Good, That's Bad ~ Chris Brown

Chapter 12

Five Years Later

"Bae, I was thinking you come with me on tour this summer," Aubrey said passing me the blunt. I took a puff as I looked at him from the corner of my eye. I inhaled and then exhaled gazing at the perfect smoke ring passing the blunt back.

"Maybe," I replied. "And didn't I say quit calling me 'Bae'?!"

"You are my bae," he said before taking a hit. "So you gon' think about it?"

"Yeah," I reposed looking down at the half way finished blunt.

After that night five years ago, I decided to start going with the flow. Getting high with Drake was one of the best and most fun impulsive decisions I ever made. It got me hooked on weed for sure, but also got me a new friend. Drake.

I finished college with a 4.0 GPA and moved on to a medical school in Los Angeles so I could finish studying to become a Marine Biologist. It was only a week until Summer and so far I was maintaining a 3.8 GPA which made my parents proud.

Even though I was running with a whole new crowd of people, still with Shayne and Shorty, I never let it interfere with my future. I smoked weed after school, but studied every Saturday morning or whenever my high had faded.

My parents were aware that I smoked weed, drank, partied, all that and they didn't like it. They didn't talk to me for awhile when they found out, but then learned to deal with it. My sister caught herself trying to follow in my footsteps, but I shut that down. What I was doing was wrong, even though it felt right.

I hadn't seen Chris since I left him in the hospital that time and honestly I never thought about him since I met Aubrey and started hanging out with Tyga and Lil Twist on a daily. But I heard that he got his big break and is a huge artist now. I heard his song on the radio, "Don't Think They Know" featuring Aaliyah. I liked it, but every time I heard it I started to think about what we used to be and get mad about why we broke up all over again.

"Twizzy 'bout to come through any second, so look decent. You know how he is about you," Aubrey said putting the blunt out.

"Nigga, I could've finished that shit in the bathroom or somethin'! I needs that high!" I shouted throwing my hands out to the side.

"Shut the fuck up, when he get here you know he gon' wanna light up," he replied pulling a shirt on. I rolled my eyes and pulled my red leather jacket over my black bandeau and zipped it up.

Aubrey wasn't my man, but he had been trying since that night. We were just best friends. He and I stuck together like conjoined twins. We smoked together, drank together, partied together, hung out together, and slept together (he hates sleeping alone). Yes I'm still a virgin if you're wondering.

The door bell rang and Aubrey went upstairs to go answer it. We always smoked in the basement in case his moms came over. Not that she would be mad, but to show respect.

I heard footsteps and Twizzy's hysteric laughter. Once I saw him he smiled and walked over to me leaning down to give me a hug. Twizzy's been wanting to hit since Day one and Aubrey keeps telling him to fuck off but you know how that is. Thirsty niggas.

"How you doin, baby?" He asked grinning.

"I'm alright," I replied shrugging my shoulders. "You?"

"Out here gettin' this paper," he answered taking a seat next to me.

"Aight I'm about to finish this weed. Is anyone wit me?" I questioned grabbing the blunt off the ash tray.

"I'm good," Aubrey said.

"I'm alright," Twizzy said. I whipped my head towards him.

"Since when do you not want to light up?!" I inquired scrunching up my face.

"I gotta go to the studio in a minute. I'm just passin' through," he replied. I shrugged and began lit the blunt up taking a deep puff.

"I have an interview in a couple hours so I have to get going. Belle, you stayin?" Aubrey asked.

"I guess so," I sighed as I let out a smoke ring.

"Nah, come with me to the studio. I want you to meet somebody," Twizzy said.

"Aight," I replied. "Soon as I finish this I'm coming."

- Chris

I backed up into the parking space and then parked my yellow Lamborghini in the front of the studio. Twizzy was supposed to meet me to work on this Flowerz joint he wanted for his mixtape.

Only two years after Abelle walked out of the hospital room, I went to physical therapy and went back to dancing and singing, but I dropped out of school.

Seeing her was just too painful for me and too tempting. I couldn't risk being partnered with her again, I would try to rekindle our relationship and that would cause more problems that there already were. But by the way she went MIA from her usual hang out spots (library, diner, cafe, mall, dorm), I figured she didn't want to see me either.

So I threw myself into my music and my art and before I knew it, I got signed to RCA Records and released my first single "Look At Me Now" ft Busta Rhymes and Lil Wayne. That was one of my happiest days. I have two platinum albums out and I'm working on the next one now.

I finally bought that yellow Lamborghini I dreamed of, got my momma and brothers out the hood, got my own place and a Ducati. All that's missing is Abelle. I didn't realize that I subconsciously added her to my list of dreams until I saw her in a magazine next to Drake two years ago.

Boy did that piss me off. Not only did he get me caught up with this actress, Karrueche Tran, I met at a club, but he slandered my name like that shit was okay. I hated that nigga. I would never like him, not today and not tomorrow.

I sat down in a chair near the sound controls and twirled in a circle. I was ready to hear this song Twizzy had for me and I was ready to continue working on "Love More" with Nicki Minaj before the BET Awards got here.

I heard footsteps, and Twizzy's voice echoing down the hall. I always hear that dude before I see him. The door opened and...