Ray called you and said he needed you right now.You rushed over to his house.You knocked on the door and he came outside and sat on the porch.
"Um wassup."you asked.
"NOthing just been thinking a lot."he answered
"About."you carried the 't'
"I got money everything that I ever wanted never that I might need."he sighed"Need, need."
"Need what?"you sat downon the side of him.
"Ain't it funny how I spent my whole life running ?"he asked ignoring your first question.You looked at him and looked down.
"Ray."you said lowly."Running from what?"
"Reaching for the sky high and coming down with nothing."he looked down at you looking sad.
"What the fuck is going on?"
He looked at you.
"Answer me Ray."you said strictly."Now."
"Nothing it feels like i'm four years old all over again."he sighed
"Why does it feel like that?"you stood up and stood in front of him.
"Because I keep on running fast I should be walking."he stopped.
"Uh-huh."you said indicating that he should keep going.
"Saying when I grow up you gon see I'm gon be confortable and happy."he started to tear.
That's when it all started to make sense.Behind his extravagant life with music he's not happy.He's sad and lonely.The media always ridicules him.
"Keep ya head up and continue to shine on."you smiled at him.
"I guess I was faking cause look at all the money that i'm making."he chuckled
You stared at him.
"Still nothing can compare to the thought of love."he looked at you.
"Right,right."
"But its taking too much time to see what i'm wasting."
"Ever wondered if love is right in front of you?"
"Yeah sometimes."he smiled
"Oh."
"Reaching for the sky high and coming down with nothing."
"Keep reaching."you encouraged him."Reach for the stars."
"I'm so alone."he scoffed."I feel so alone,so alone in this world."
"I'm here with you so you are not alone."you said"For I am here with you although you're away I am here to stay."you laughed.It made him laugh too.
"Ok Micheal Jackson."he smiled
"But its the truth Ray."
"I know but hey I got everything I want."he stood up and walked towards.You see that he wants to breakdown and cry.
"Ray."you said
"Hmm."
"I may not kow enough about the music industry but I know al them are snakes out there.They will sit there and smile in ya face and talk shit behind your back.Well that's everyone."you explained.
"Snakes or not."his voice got raspy.He started feeling that feeling when you are about to cry."But hey with all this money i'm happy."he lied.
"No you're not Ray.I could tell you want to break down and cry."
"Sometimes."he shruggeed grabbed your hand and he gave you a hug.
"Ray why are you putting your hands on this innocent female she did nothing to you."the paparazzi said."
"Oh my fucking damn."he got angry and went inside the house.
"Yo fuck off and find someone new to make look bad."you steeped off the porch.
"Woah sweetheart i'm just doing my job."he laughed
"No fuck you and ya job ya never get a glimpse of what he's really like."you got coser."You niggas always do shit to make every artist look bad."
"Ma'am we don't need a glimpse we know what he's like."
Before you could say anything Ray grabbed you and took you inside the house.
"Let me go."you struggled"I'ma peel his muffin cap back blue."the paparazzi snapped another picture"Fuck ima be on the front cover."you mumbled and stopped fighting so you just chilled in his arms.
"Let it go."he brung you in the house.
"I'm good."you fixed your shirt and looked at him."Were you crying?"
"A little.'he sighed.He slid down the wall with his head in his hands.You sat next to him
"Its ok."you grabbed him.Usually Ray would be holding you like this.
"It feels like i'm four years old all over again cuz I keep on running fast."he sobbed"I should be walking saying when I grow up you gon see i'm gonna be comfortable and happyy/n."
"Its alright."you held him tighter.He looked at you and you wiped his tears.
"Usuallt this is flipped you're the one crying and i'm the one holding you."he vhuckled"wiping you're tears."
"Haha I kow."you laughed
"Thanks y/n you are the best."
"Anytime boo anytime."
"Guess who's gonna be on the front cover."he laughed harder.
"Don't remind me."
Song:Four Years Old
Artist:Chris Brown
