Fear Thy Neighbor ( A Chris Brown Story ) [ON HOLD.]

09.

Michael Ealy is the officer ( in MMs) ↑↑

Summer, 2010

"August!....AUGUST!"

"Guh what- what the hell you doin'?"

"What does it look like?"

"I don't know, you tell me." He replied back sarcastically and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm hungry...And I can't reach these chips. Wanna be a friend and help a friend out?" I asked placing my other knee carefully on the counter tops and held on to the cabinet for balance.

"Oh hell nah, you ain't about to eat my shit."

"I always share with you, quit being stingy." I cut my eyes at him. He laughed.

"Girl, I gotta make this shit last 'till mama go back to the grocery store now get ya ass down." He walked over to me and hit my thigh a couple of times.

"Come on, down you go. I'm not liable if ya get hurt or somethin'." I sighed climbing down and fixed his shirt that I was wearing.

"You want a sandwich?" He bent down looking in the refrigerator.

"Not really."

"Then you ain't hungry."

"Yes I am."

"Eat a sandwich then."

"I don't want that August." I retorted. He snickered.

"You play so fucking much." I mumbled.

"Love you too babygirl." A smile tugged on my lips. I loved how his voice sounded when he said that. It made me weak to my knees. My eyes wondered around until I spotted a fresh red apple.

I rinsed one off and leaned over the counter zoning out watching the TV.

"Aubrey.."

"What?" I responded as my eyes stay focused on the TV. I laughed at SpongeBob's promotion song.

"Aubreyy..."

"Quit be annoying."

"Then look at me." I turned around from eating my apple and saw him standing behind me with no facial expression at all. He licked his lips.

"You know staring is rude.."

"I can't stare at my beautiful girlfriend now?" He placed his hands on both sides of me and trapped me in. I bit my lip lightly as he leaned in and kissed me.

"You'll probably go insane with a nigga like me." He whispered against my lips.

He picked me up, placing me on the counter and stood between my legs. August took off his shirt with ease. I admired the mural of tattoos on his chest, arms, and hands.

"Don't be afraid. Touch 'em." He encouraged and I did. I could hear his breathing speed up. My fingers trailed over his chest, his well built body and landed above his belt buckle.

"Shit girl." I felt the light imprint of his member harden between my thighs. I laughed nervously.

"You feel that?