Lie.

09.

Zadie

Chris has just closed out his first show which I had to say I was amazed just to witness it all backstage. Chris was a true performer and I can never understand those who doubt his talent. As he shared his last song with his fans, everyone else back stage was told to either pack up, load up the trucks or wait in the dressing room. The girls decided to wait for the boys in the car as I went to Chris dressing room to wait on him. As I waited I started to eat the little skittles they had out for him and the fruits too. I wonder did he request these as his favorites or were they just being nice. I looked up at the little TV seeing Chris had just took his shirt off, throwing it into the crowd before exiting the stage. I smiled, he was sexy when he was all sweaty and tired.

The door swung open revealing Chris who barged in drinking a bottle a water. His eyes met mine as I stood up to praise him.

"Great show out there tonight, Chris!" I grinned. He smiled as he put the top back onto his water.

"Thank you." He poked my side as he changed into another shirt.

"How many shirts do you go through when your touring?" I wondered, it had to be like one every night.

He shrugged. "About a good 200 with me either ripping them or giving them away." My eyes widen.

"Geez." He chuckled. "So I guess you wouldn't even be mad if I stole one of your shirts then, huh?" I joked.

"Now why would you do that?" I shrugged.

"To say I have one of Chris Brown shirts." He laughed.

"Well you've gotten more from me then what a shirt can give you." He mumbled wrapping his arms around my waist. I blushed. But I had to play it off.

"Eh, I don't think so." I smirked turning around to where I was facing him. His intense stare gave me the shudders as he leaned forward just to nibble on my bottom lip. Why was he playing these type of games with me?

"Chris we are leaving in five," Mike spoke from the other end of the door.

"Lets go," Chris interlocked his hand into mine as he grabbed a hand full of candy and led us out of the dressing room to out back where the vehicles were waiting.

I had to catch myself into realizing that I was holding his hand and he was holding mine. Chris held the door open as I slid into the back seat with him close behind me. After everyone was in, the police came to direct traffic as we pulled off. In no time we were out of traffic and was and near the penthouse. I looked out the window at the Vegas lights feeling as if this all was a dream. No I was not in Las Vegas right now, no I am not sitting next to the Christopher Maurice Brown, and no our hands were not still interlocked. A part of me wanted this to be a dream but then again I was more than happy to be living this dream.

We pulled up to the penthouse as every one began talking about which club to hit up. I followed Red and Mijo into the kitchen as they started pouring shots.

"Now Zadie, are you sure you want this? I mean last time you got drunk—" Red was cut off by everyone's laughter including his own as I smacked my lips.

"Don't play me." I spat as my phone vibrated in my back pocket.

"I'm just saying." He shrugged, I flicked him off and went outside by the pool to answer my phone. It was my mom calling.

"Hey ma." I greeted.

"Hey baby, how's Vegas?"

"It's good. It would be great if I was interrupted by a phone call." She laughed.