One Shots

loyal | nick young

"Come on baby." I said to my boyfriend, Chris. He was taking too long to get ready. He takes longer than me, and I'm the girl.

He came out the bathroom and held his hands out, grinning. "How ya boy lookin? Fresh to death?"

"Boy you look the same as you did yesterday." I laughed and tugged at his blue jean shirt. He looked very nice. His white shirt, black jeans, and black Vans with white socks looked very simple, but looked good. He pulled it off. "Don't forget the chain." I pointed to his gold necklace. He kissed my cheek and slid the chains over his neck.

"Oh hol up. You wearin that?" He asked. I looked down at my outfit. I had on my Lakers jersey with a '0' on it because Nick Young was my favorite player, my jean shorts and my white air forces. I looked simple but nice.

"What? Am I forgetting something?" I asked while putting in my big hoop earrings. I slipped my gold watch on then looked at him as he frowned.

"The rest of yo damn pants." He said while crossing his arm. I rolled my eyes and threw him the keys to his Jeep. "You ready?" I asked. He shrugged and led me out the house.

He act like I'm butt ass naked. Like no. I have on shorts and they're not even short like coochie cutters. They reach mid thigh. He drove us to the arena. The entire car ride was silent.

"Bet they gone lose." Chris said once we got seated in the front row. I rolled my eyes while handing him a $20 dollar bill. "Bet they won't, fuck nigga."

He laughed while the seats started to get filled with fans from all over. Most of his fans kept coming towards him and he interacted with them. I always admired that about him. No matter where he goes, he makes sure to fuck with his fans. They're the people who got him where he was in the first place.

Me on the other hand, I don't have fans. I have niggas who like me, followers on Instagram, and bitches who hate me. Not fans though. I'm just known as 'Chris Brown's new girlfriend' or 'Chris Brown's girlfriend who isn't Rihanna or Karreuche' I actually appreciate no one knowing me or my name though. Makes me and my family's lives easier when people don't know us.

"Chris look!" I pointed at Nick Young while my legs started bouncing against the ground. I love him. He is literally my favorite player. I follow him on every social media and I've been keeping up with him since I was in college. Plus, he's a very beautiful man.

"Man fuck him. His trash ass." He was jealous. He waved him off and turned his head the other way, looking at the team they're playing against, the Toronto Raptors.

"Let's go!" Chris clapped while looking at the opposite team. He was only rooting for them because he hates the Lakers, more specifically, Nick Young. I thought it was only because of my obvious crush on him but Chris was totally oblivious to that. Every time I ask him about it, he always tells me to 'mind my own business' or 'don't worry about it' So I just gave up on trying to figure out their beef.

"Why that pussy nigga keep lookin over here? I'll jaw his ass." Chris said while staring a hole into Nick's back. He was so jealous. I laid my chocolate hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently.

"Stop being jealous all the time." I laughed and kissed his cheek before laying my head on his shoulder. I laid my hand on his thigh before he grabbed my hand and put it in his.

"I'm sorry. I'm just used to girls using me for clout. Like Karreuche gold digging ass. Fat head ass girl." He said while clutching his fist. He hates her. He claims she used him to advance her career. I agreed because before him, I didn't know who she was. I know after they dated, she got in a few movies. Most of them went straight to DVD though.

"I'm not doing that Chris I promise." I looked at him. He kissed my forehead before turning his attention back to the game.

About an hour later, the game ended. It ended so late because they went into overtime and kept calling timeouts. The Lakers ended up winning though. Chris took the now crumbled up $20 bill out of his blue jean shirt pocket and placed it in my hand. "That was straight luck. They won from a damn lay up." I shook my head and took the money from him. I don't care how they won. My team still won. And that's all that matters.

"Oh my gosh Chris Brown!" I heard a girl yell. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. This was usually the time where fans act like I'm a damn photographer and they ask me to take pictures of them. I always say yes because I'm a nice person but it really gets on my nerves. "Can you take our picture?" She asked while handing me the phone and sliding by Chris. I rolled my eyes and got up. Chris looked upset but he smiled anyway. "Another please?" She asked me. I put a fake smile on and snapped another selfie. Bitch thought she was gonna get a picture with my nigga.

"Thanks!" She smiled before running off. I stood by the bleachers and crossed my arms. I hate doing that. "You ready to go?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Nick." Chris said with gritted teeth. I turned around and fought the urge to smile. That beautiful, fine ass nigga was behind me in his jersey and shorts.

"Mind if I take a picture wit ya lady?" He asked while handing Chris his phone. He wrapped his arm around my waist and I rested my hand on his chest. I heard Chris scoff while taking the picture. "Matter of fact, mind if I bring her home?"

Chris laughed but Nick sounded so serious. And I was not gonna pass up that offer. "Sure lets go." I smiled and took the $20 dollar bill out my pocket and handed it to Chris.

"You serious?" Chris asked. I shrugged while Nick grabbed my hand and led me out the exit door with his bag in his hand, not stopping to change or anything.

That night, Chris dropped a single called 'Loyal' and it was all about me and how hoes aren't loyal. It went platinum and caused him and Nick's beef to continue to get deeper.

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don't forget to send requests in!! and I'll most likely update this story most because its easy to write short stories and ik how much people love to read imagines lol theyre all I read at night