Shy Guy: A Chris Brown Story

Chapter 5- Us

Chris' POV (The next morning)

I woke up with Crissy's arms around me and her face buried in my chest. I tried to move her arms so I could get up, but she pulled me closer.

"Crissy." I gently shook her.

"Yes?" she said in a soft voice.

"I gotta go to the bathroom." I said.

"Nooooo." she whined, pulling me closer.

"Christine." I laughed.

"Can you just stay right here." she said softly.

"You wanna go home, right?" I asked.

"Yeah." she said, still not opening her eyes.

"Well can you let me go get ready?" I asked.

"Ok." she let me go. I kissed her forehead and she smiled. I laughed and went to shower. I showered and threw on a white t-shirt, dark blue jeans and white Jordan's, I put on my Lakers hat and gold chain. When I walked out the closet Crissy was still in bed.

"Christine." I sat beside her.

"Yes?" she softly said.

"You gonna get up and get ready?" I asked.

"I don't feel good, Chris." she whined.

"You want me to carry you to the car when I'm done putting the bags in?" I asked.

"Thank you." she turned to face me.

"You're welcome." I said, getting up. I grabbed my phone from the charger and walked to Caleb's room. I knocked upon entering.

"You BITCH!" Caleb was yelling at Andrew.

"I thought you wanted me." Andrew responded, crying.

"I'M STRAIGHT! Wake up and smell the coffee!" Caleb said, hella pissed.

"Caleb." I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Chris." he shook my hand.

"What the hell happened here?" I looked around.

"Look what this nigga did while I was sleep." he lifted his shirt, revealing scratch marks.

"You did that?" I looked at Andrew. He just fell over crying.

"I'm ready to fucking go." Caleb said, pointing to his bags.

"Aight, ya sister wanted to leave anyway so go ahead and put your bags in the car."

"OK."

I went downstairs to see what everyone was doing. They were sitting around the table talking.

"Hey Chris." Alyssa hugged me.

"Hey, Crissy Caleb and I leaving in a minute, just to let you know." I said.

"Why she leaving?" Kacey said with attitude.

"You should be asking yo damn self that." I said, getting mad.

"Well it ain't my fault she started with me." she rolled here eyes and crossed her arms.

"You know what, fuck ya. Ya ass ain't worth my time. Crissy was right." I walked out to the car.

"FUCK YOU TOO!" Tyga yelled. His ass ain't shit anyway. Caleb was outside stuffing our bags in the trunk.

"Aye man you ain't have to, I would've got it." I walked up to him.

"Nah it's all good, I wanted to get out of that house." he closed it.

"Thanks, man." I handed him $200 and his eyes lit up.