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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After two weeks of fussing back and forth, Chris and Robyn take it into their own hands to meet up with Nia since she never made it to LA.
"Ugh..I'm tired as hell!" I groan stretching my body out in the car.
After the sun beating on my body all day, I tried to push through and be there for Chris.
We flew out to Texas this morning since Nia wasn't able to come to LA quick enough.
"I know you are, baby." Chris sighs looking down at me. "Thank you for coming out with me for this." He rubs my thighs.
"Mhm. You owe me." I mumble. "Anything you want." He shrugs unbothered. "I'm joking." I rest the side of my head on my fist.
"I'm not." He chuckles dryly. "Hush." I wave him off and lay my back down on his lap, staring at the ceiling of the truck.
"We should probably start heading out soon, we have to be there by 6." Chris massages his forehead.
Plopping right on top of my body, I gasp. "Get up." I groan pushing him. "There's not enough room to play like that."
"Stop being so mean." He scrunches up his face. "Im not being mean you just jumped on me." I frown as he lifts off by stays above me.
"I'm not being mean." He mocks me. "Whatever. Move." I try to get away from him but he pushes me back and kisses me quickly.
"Not now." I tell him knowing where it'll lead us. "Fine but when we get back, that ass is mine!"
"It's always yours." I laugh and he slaps my butt gently. "Come on let's get out of here." He says after the driver tells us we've arrived.
Walking up to the door, hand in hand, we don't talk. Just preparing.
"Nia." She holds her voice steady. "Robyn." I shake her hand. "How are you?" She forces a smile, "fine, you?"
"I'm okay." She nods and leads us to her kitchen table.
"Royalty should be here in about an hour, my mom is dropping her off. I guess we should start making a plan on how we're going to go about this?" Nia jumps right into it.
After a few theories and suggestions come about, she turns to me.
"Excuse me if this comes off rude but, how frequent do you think you'll be in my daughters life? At this age she needs consistency and I don't think want you around her if that's not what it's going to be." She looks at me with at blank expression.
Containing myself, I try to answer her in the most structured way I can.
"Well, Chris and I already plan on being together for a while, we're hardly separated and if so it's what? A few days out of town?" I ask him.
