Love on the Brain [Quadrilogy to Me, You, & Henny]

LOTBC6.

Christopher Brown

I wasn't sure why I awoke in Brit's Bed, or why I was half naked, yikes! But I sure the hell was still dozing off at two in the afternoon.

I turned my head to the left however and noticed she was still fast asleep and half naked
too. I honestly didn't think anything happened, but when I came home from that club I was fucking up with a bottle of Hennessy and was too drunk for a care in the world.

I just wanted to wake up sober with Levi in my arms somehow, I wanted to allow my senseless and drowsy body to end up at her house, but not everything happens my way. It's not my way or the damn highway.

Then it occurred to me, hiding away from my fears only takes precious time away from what I want. If I want Levi I have to go get her. It was like a light bulb went off. If I want money I have to go get it. And just about everything else because I was never handed the silver spoon as child and I knew better than that.

I went to hop out of bed until I noticed my meat was all out. "God dammit," I cursed. It looked slightly erected and had faint smudges of lipstick on it. I tried to keep calm, but Lord knows I'm a little excited I've received head since months and months ago. I just wish I could have atleast remembered.

When I went to stand up I noticed a couple used condoms on my side of the bed. Now I was just wondering did what I think happen really happen? Did I seriously fuck my bestfriend lastnight?

The bitter taste of alcohol burned as I brushed it away with my electric toothbrush. I began multitasking and brushing over my blondish naps of curls. Then slightly brushing my thick eyebrows. By time I was done that Brit was fully awake and standing in the door frame as I started up the shower.

"What happened?" Her voice was hoarse and her legs were wobbly. Damn, I done beat it up if she can't stand correctly. I call that the Brown stance, fuck em' so good they barely standing up. I anxiously rub my neck and shrug.

"I don't remember nothing." I say quietly.

"I-I'm gonna go make breakfast." She says feeling out of place.

I wait for her to close the bathroom door and I get right into the shower.

My whole performance last night was definitely shocking to me, I didn't think I'd open up, but it made me feel better about myself. I just gotta see her, I gotta make an effort, something has gotta make her change her mind.

I managed to sneak past Brit in the kitchen, and swiped up her car keys. I felt proud today to say this is the day I get my life back. I was turning in the sympathy card and doing what I've needed to do since I stepped foot in jail, and dammit I felt a little too good. Just looking in the rear view mirror, I raised my eyebrows up and noticed my hair keeps getting scruffier. "Damn a nigga need a cut." I mumbled then licked my lips, "and some chapstick." But that was the least of my worries at the moment. I was going to drive over to my car shop and see how things were going.