His Other Best friend

Blurry Faces

Morgan...

"What about this one, Mo?", Karrueche asked holding up a dress for me to see.

I glanced at it and shook my head in disagreement. The dress was cute, but it did not fit my tastes so it was a no for me.

"Okay, bitch. You can't possibly not like anything I pick out for you to wear. You said that I could help you choose and you keep giving 'em 'No' s. What do you want to wear since you don't like my style?", She complained hanging the dress back on the rack and turning to face me with her hands on her little hips.

I shrugged my shoulders checking the size on a dress that I felt just might be the one for the night. Fortunately, the dress was my size and I was falling hard for the dress. I knew that I would turn a few heads with this dress so I was damn sure buying it.

"You buying it?", Karrueche asked looking the dress that I had found over.

I nodded draping it over my arm. "Yup. You ready to go?", I responded.

She nodded walking away from the clothing rack she had been skimming through towards the short line at the cash registers. I paid for my dress then we left the mall going our separate ways. Kae had a meet-up with her new boo and I had my own with our other best friend. I walked through the halls of the medium sized building passing the reception desk with a wave of my hand in acknowledgement to the receptionist as I made my way towards my destination. I knocked twice before walking into the room without waiting for a response from the other side of the door.

"Yo', wut I tell yo' ass about jus' walkin' yo' ass in the room?", my best friend, questioned as I strutted over to the chair beside the one he was sat in.

I brushed my pink hair off of my shoulders, shrugging them in a nonchalant manner. "Do it really matter though? You knew I was comin' and I knocked", I said.

He rolled his eyes turning back to the computer that was situated on his lap. "You found a dress?", he asked while staring at the screen.

"Dress gone give me a couple of potential baby daddies when I put it on", I responded smiling to myself at the thought of the dress I had bought.

He scoffed, "Girrrl, don't make me bust ya ass tonight", he warned.

I rolled her eyes, "I'm a grown ass woman and the last time I checked, you are not my father, Christopher", I responded hotly. Yes, Chris Brown is the other best friend that had been aforementioned. After April's death, I had reached out to him on Twitter knowing that even in death April would've loved for him to perform at her funeral. So I reached out to him, begged him to perform with the promise of paying him back somehow for his appearance. He accepted under the condition of me being his 'bitch' for the next coming months. I agreed and over the time that I spent being his assistant we bonded with one another. He was no longer entirely an asshole and I became more than a 'fat bitch' to him.

He raised his head turning it, looking straight into my eyes. "I can be and your babies' too", he said seriously.

I stared at him her eyebrows raised in surprise. "Bruh?", was all I could muster. Because seriously, what was a bitch supposed to say to that? He has said something similar to me before, but he was never this serious looking nor has he ever spoken about it with such conviction. I was stuck. A bitch was shook to the core.

"What time should I pick you up?", he asked staring at his computer screen again.

I shook my head shaking away the thought of what I would look like laid up in his bed pregnant with his baby. "8", I answered pulling out my phone to scroll through Instagram.