Stuck With You

Kidnapped?

I was in shock, I starred at him as my vison was clearing up. I was in Chris Brown's car... wait, where was he driving me?

Me: Um, where do you think you're taking me?

Chris: My hotel room.

Me: Like 80% sure this is a kidnapping.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes. Then turned up the radio so I turned it back down.

Chris: Look, I'm Chris Brown. I'll handle everything.

Me: Do you just like hearing your name? I know your name and I don't care who you are. I'm slipping in and out of consciousness, I could fall into a coma or something but I should just trust you with my health because you're a good singer?

Chris: So you think I'm a good singer?

He looked at me with a crooked smile and winked.

Me: Eyes on the road. I'm not going back to your hotel. I want to go to the hospital, if you're not going to take me there then just leave me on the street and I'll take a taxi there.

Chris: Can't do that.

Me: What?

Chris: Can't leave you on the street, how does that look? I hit you so hard that I gave you a concussion then broke your phone and left you on the side of the street when you've been passing out every 2 minutes.

Me: You broke my phone?

Chris: Can you focus? My career is on the line here. The press will have a field day with that story. There's a doctor waiting for you at my hotel and I could buy you a new phone when I drop you off.

Me: Where's my purse?

Chris: Calm down, I'll buy you another purse too. You probably left it in the resturant.

Me: No, I defiantly had it in the alley.

Chris: Shit, there was a guy. He helped me get you to the car for $100. He must've took your purse. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Me: Why are you so pissed? That creep has my credit cards and my I.D. with where I live.

Chris: Because that guy recognized me, and took pictures. Now with your I.D. and the pictures anyone would believe his story that I knocked you out and dragged you into the car. Shit. That sounds like kidnapping or something. Whats your name anyway?

Me: Uhm, it IS kidnapping. And my name's, Stephanie.

I looked out the window. I loved New York at night and was still letting it sink in that I was in Chris Brown's car going to Chris Brown's hotel with Chris Brown. I never really cared for his music but it was still unreal.

The car rang like a phone and I turned to Chris, he pressed a button and the speakers read his text out loud. It said, 'Come through entrance 2C, at 11:15pm'. I looked at Chris for an explanation but he just pulled to the side of the road and went into an alley.

Me: Do you have some weird fetish with alleys?

Chris: Cute.

Me: What are we doing here?

Chris: Were too early, you heard the text. We arrive at 11:15. There's paparizzi everywhere in the hotel so we can't just walk in the front door, babe. I'm Chris Brown.

Me: Can you stop saying your name?

I laid back and closed my eyes, Chris blasted the music.

Chris: NO SLEEPING!

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his phone from the cup holder. I asked him what his password was.

Chris: Yeah right.