Rehab |A Chris brown story|

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Robyn
It felt like I was in a trance, I just.. I wanted to go up and hug him.. Shaking my thoughts.. I continued to just sit there and stare at the painting.. Sometimes the view.. Sometimes I would just close my eyes for a few minutes. Rethinking last night. Hoping nothing bad will happen tonight. Sighing... I watched Chris wipe his sweat. He turned around with a confused look. I chucked at the paint he just put on his forehead. Wrinkling up his eyebrows..

Chris: "whatchu laughing at"

Me: *pulls out my phone and takes a picture, shows him* "the paint on your forehead negro"

Chris :"oh crap"

He was about to wipe it off until I crawled over, and swatted his paint filled hand away, using my thumb, I gently rubbed it off. I pulled his face to my level, and wet my hand with the water bottle and gently rubbed the rest off. He was about a half an inch away from my face.. As I finished, I looked at him in his eyes as we moved closer.. As our noses touched.. He gently mumbled thank you while staring at my lips. Pulling away from nothing, he continued to paint.. I was stuck in a trance for a minute until I snapped back to reality and took my original spot. Completely shook, I closed my eyes and continued to watch him in his element. For about another hour, he continued to paint while I laid down, 6 canvas' later he was done. Grabbed all of them, he faced them away from me as he brought them close.. He stood there smiling like a 3 year old with his first hand turkey.. I sat up and waited for him to show me his paintings. One by one.. He showed me all his beautiful art pieces. They were all breath taking. from the graffiti to the brush techniques. Absolutely gorgeous.

Chris: "and this.. This is my favorite"

He turned it around and I had to double take it.. It was me

Chris: "it's you.. I hope you like it"

He painted me laying down, on a blue towel, with a little of this beautiful tree with flowers I the back, with the shade of the tree casting on the brown dirt.. And the background of LA.. It was wow.

Me: "wow.. Chris... I'm.. I'm lost for words. This is beautiful. I- I'm- wow.. Thank you so much"
I got up and ran In his arms. I kissed his cheek as I continued to thank him.

Chris: "no, thank you for everything."

I pulled him into one more quick hug before checking the time, and packing up everything to head back home.. My house that is.

I handed Chris his shirt and I sat down in the drivers seat.

Chris: "thanks"

He said As he rushed me a smile.

Me: "don't be sad. You aren't going back to that hell hole yet. I'm taking you to my house."

He shot a hopeful look up.

Chris: "seriously?"

I smiled a nod yes.

Chris: "wh-why I mean.. T-th.."

Me: "BOI stop thanking me 'fore I take ya ass back to da hell hole"

I let my accent flow as he chuckled. Letting the rest of the album play, I took Chris to get a haircut.. Just a line up and a shave on his beard now he just has a little goatee.. They trimmed his actual hair down a little too.. I then took him to Burger King and got him some food.. Pulling up to the house he stopped and stared at It.