Picking Up
A Week Later
At Treys house, the guys and I were just chillin playing the game on the xbox.
August sighed loudly as his phone rang again for the third time this whole game, "yes Mel?" He said over the phone.
"I'm still at Treys.......FaceTime me then shit" he said moving his phone around to show her.
"Sorry baby I just miss you! When are you going to be home?"
"Soon." "You said that an hour ago!"
"Mel text me I'm playing this game" August told her, setting the phone on his lap again.
"The game is more important than me now? Fuck you." She said and hung up.
"Damn August" I told him shaking my head. He got it bad.
"I know man." He said and then he got a text.
"That's exactly why I don't got a girl right now!" Michael aka tyga said.
"Yo wassup with you and this girl? Rihanna?"
Hearing her name I started smiling. "We good"
"What you mean man? She not ya girl yet?"
"I mean...somewhat? Not officially but we gettin there. I really like her, man." I told all of them.
"We know. That's why I'm asking. You've been feeling this girl." He told me.
"Yeah but you kn-"
"You need to let that shit go. She's not her Chris. When you gonna realize that? I mean if you got your suspicions then that's when you don't move further but shit if everything workin out then I don't see why not." Michael said, August and Trey agreeing.
"You haven't even been fucking around with anyone else lately man come on!" August said hitting my arm.
I shrugged, "I know I've been th-" I was interrupted by my phone ringing.
"Hello?" I put the phone on speaker on my lap so I can play the game. "Come on man!" I pushed Trey because he was in my way in the game.
"Hey Chris" I heard Robyn's sweet voice.
All the boys started laughing.
"Hey you alright? I'm playing this game real quick can I call you back?"
"Oh I'm fine just wanted to talk but call me back bye"
"We can talk baby" Trey said snatching my phone because he just died so he had time.
She laughed over the phone.
"Robyn hang up!"
"Don't hang up Rihanna I love you! We belong togeeeether" he said.
"She don't even sing that song dickhead give me my phone!"
I heard her laughing still.
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FanfictionChristopher Maurice Brown, 26. Going from situation to situation trying to make relationships work, Chris finds himself giving up on it. Being so young, he's just carefree and wants to have fun. No strings for anyone to pull on. He stays a night th...