Fifty Shades of Fucked Up | A Chris Brown Story

Chapter 5: Big ass mouth.

Nihzoni

A Few Weeks Later

Caine is the absolute sweetest! He's done so much from clothes and things to even getting me a new phone under his account because Mister cut mine off. In the past few weeks living here has been great. I help Ms. Christine cook and me and Caine chill out in our space. He's technically not supposed to be up there with me after dark, but he manages to sneak his way up.

I normally fuss, but recent nightmares keep me from doing so. He sleeps on the couch and I guess when I'm having a nightmare I cry or something and he comes in and just holds me. I only know this because there had been times I woken up in his arms.

"Stop it! You gon get us in trouble!" I giggled turning my chin into my shoulder to keep Caine from tickling my neck with his fingers. I made a after school lunch for him, his cousins; Austin and Aaron, and myself. I'm just cleaning up my little bit of dishes and their plates since they inhaled the quesadillas. "We ain't gon' get in trouble because we ain't doing nothing, haha!" He grabbed his towel and began to dry the dishes. "Mhm, whatever sir." I shook my head with a slight roll of my eyes before focusing back on the dishes I was washing.

Snap!

"Owe! Caine!" I hissed splashing water at him. He took his towel and snapped it at my thigh. "Bruh! It wasn't that serious!" He frowned; his whole front of his shirt was drippin'. "Yes it is, that shit hurt!" I groaned rubbing the spot that stung. I had to take a seat so I could look at it and a welt was forming. "Look what you did." I pouted showing him the welt. "Okay, I'm sorry I didn't think you'd get a mark on you." By now he had removed his shirt and jeans down to his basketball shorts.

Woah...

"Erm i—it's fine." I muttered trying not to stare.

I didn't know he had so many tattoos not to mention his abs are on point and I don't want to stare. I mean I really do, but I don't. "Nah, I'm really sorry. I can be really playful sometimes and don't know when to quit. Do you want me to get something for it?" He offered making a small smile come across my lips.

"I'm fine, Caine. It's probably going to bruise up a little but I'll be good. Thank you though." I reassured; he looked like he felt really bad and that made me want to go 'awww!'. "Stop sulking, I'm good!" I laughed and gave him a hug. Geeze he's so sensitive with me.

"Okay if you say so Tink. Well at least let me finish the dishes." He finally smiled turning back into the sink. I just kinda watched him in and out of thought.

He decided to call me Tink/Tinkerbell because she's my favorite Disney character. I still haven't thought of one for him he's a little complex.

"Can I ask you something?" I hummed as he rinsed his hands and shut off the water. "Of course." He took a towel and dried his hands turning so his eyes met mine. "I'm just kinda wondering why are you single? Or why don't you have females in and out of here like a pimp or something." He chuckled with a smug look.

"Don't let it fool you. I had and still have females hitting me up," he grinned tossing the towel on the counter. "They just aren't who I want." He took the seat at the head of the table that's basically beside me. Nibbling on the inside of my lip I thought about if I should tell him what Beautiful told me.

Getting up I decided to warm up some pasta from last night, "Do you want some spaghetti?" I inquired glancing back. "Yes, please." He smiled softly and I continued to make us both some. As I did so I could feel him staring, but I didn't mind. I would occasionally glance at him through my lashes with a small smile.