"I know you want to bite this,
Its so enticing
Nothing else like this
I'mma Make you my bitch"
The Studio was packed.Rose was in the studio singing her heart out she needed this and she made sure that Chris knew that. Chris brown was fresh with his blonde curly hair blinding white smile and tan body he was a god. He stared at rose in disbelief they said she was gorgeous but they never said how gorgeous. Her long red hair swayed to the beat and she was right he wanted to put his name on it. She was alluring her hazel eyes never left his face and she pulled him in.
"Alright Chris its your turn." Steven Q the producer cut the music and motioned for Rose to leave the booth.
As she exited she glanced seductively at Chris and smirked. " Talk that talk i kno i'm such a show off" As She walked by she saw chris glance at her and lick his lips.
Slowly and seductively. The sexual tension was in the air and you could cut it with a knife. During the middle of his verse Rose exited the recording session her job was done. Chris would be calling for another song soon.
* * *
As Abel sat in front of Drake on the inside he was shitting bricks. They were both from Toronto but Drake had grew to be big and this was Abel's chance. He looked the right and dug out his blunt from his pocket. It was full of Texas. He immediately mellowed out and relaxed. He glanced over at Drake and nodded his head. " Do the shit." as Abel raised up the feeling returned to him. He didn't give to shits of who Drake was. He was simply loving the crew. "That shit bangs" Drake grinned and as they gave dap to each other a mutual friendship started. " Fuck yeah that's gonna be on everybody playlist." He was proud his verse made the song.
" So who's the girl, the redhead?" Abel was taken back. He never talked about Rose much.
" Just an old friend, You know like Nicki." They both grinned at each other. Old memories coming back to them.
* * *
Rose could barely exit the studio without falling over. She was drunk and high. The simple Kush wasn't doing it for her anymore she needed something strong. She started popping pills. It took her 5 minuets to get to her car and another 10 to get into it. There in the luxurious Mercedes she convulsed. Spazzing out and kicking things. Her eyes rolling back only to stop. The seizure lasted 40 minuets and during half the seizure Chris took her out of her car and tried to take her to the hospital. When she opened her eyes she was in the waiting room. Her disheveled and her outfit twisted she stood and disappeared before chris could come back to her. As she sprinted across the parking lot barefoot and heels in her hands she promised herself to lay off of the rum and stick to patron. When Chris arrived back to werehe left Rose she was gone. He wasted no time trying to go after her but as soon as he made it into the parking lot he saw the all black mercedes taking off. He shook his head in pity but what could he say, for every studio session he did there were a few blunts that help make his music. As he walked away he tried to remember her number he would be calling her soon. * * * "No! Fuck You!"
" Rose no Calm down!" She was kicking and screaming. The small living room was a mess paper was everywhere pills of extacy rolled on the floor. Rose fought her way out of Abels arms only to be cornered against the wall.
"I trusted you! You don't know what i go through"
" You need help! Rose just listen to me." Abel begged, pleaded with her. She just needed to understand. TRhe argument had been going on for hours and by now the neighbors had been sure to call the cops.
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House of Balloons
Teen FictionRose was only 16 when she was thrown into the world of music an all the problems that came along with it. Abel who was 18 was a struggling artist who came from Canada and wouldn't sign with a label unless he could promote his own music. As two strug...