Christopher Maurice Brown, 26. Going from situation to situation trying to make relationships work, Chris finds himself giving up on it.
Being so young, he's just carefree and wants to have fun. No strings for anyone to pull on.
He stays a night th...
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"You're doing amazing Rihanna!" Max yells from behind the camera.
My stomach twists with anxiety knowing Chris is meeting with that woman right now. "Can I take a break?" I sigh.
"We only have 3 minutes left I promise, fake it till you make it!" He encourages and I force myself to.
Standing from the chair, I lean on wall and slouch my body gently. Of course making him even happier.
"And..." he flashes another photo. "We're done honey. Amazing work." He claps. "Thank you."
Me: how's it going?
My love: are you hitting on me?
Me: hush, have you talked to her yet?
My love: not exactly, I'll explain later.
Heading up the stairs to my house, I notice someone.
"What are you doing here?" I ask with confusion as frustration overflows.
"I came to see you." He says in a duh tone. "Why? How did you even know where I'd be?"
"I didn't, I just knew you lived in Chris's house so here I am." He chuckles. "Aubrey this isn't funny, right now isn't the time." I shake my head and unlock the front door.
"Robyn stop." He sighs. I close my eyes as I wait for him to speak. "I-I found something the other night, I couldn't get it out of my head, I still can't. I cried twice over it already and it hurts. I needed to see you."
I push the door open, "What did you find?" I ask. "I can't show you." He denies me.
"You can't show me?" I furrow my eyebrows. "Then what the he'll was your point of com-"
"Robyn can you not do that? I needed to see you, you're the only person that I can see right now." He pleads.
I sigh and put my bag on the floor. "Explain."
"I just don't want you to see and then it hurts you to. I just want to talk."
"Let me see it." I lower my voice, having a slight clue as to what he's talking about. "No Robyn, really. I can't." He tries to convince me.
"I'll be fine, I can't help you if I don't." I try to reason with him. "Rob-"
"Just give it to me!" I raise my voice feeling a lump in my throat, shocking the both of us.
