Love Don't Change • Chris Brown

Love Don't Change

Chris.

Once I finally was able to open my eyes, I rolled over to embrace my baby in my arms, only for her to not be in the bed. I tried to sit up to go to the bathroom but I damn near collapsed right back down. My head was beaming and the sun rays wasn't helping. My throat was scratchy and I felt like absolute shit all over. "BABY!" I called out. About thirty seconds passed and I didn't get a response. "RILEY!"

A minute passed and I still didn't hear her coming in the room. "MARIAH!"

"Stop yelling like that before you make your head worse, silly." Riley strolled in the room holding a glass of water and two sealed pills.

"Why you got on my shirt? And where the hell yo' pants at?" I asked her. She didn't seem to be gaining weight nowhere else but her belly and her ass, so I really wasn't complaining, I just wanted to know why she was walking around half naked.

She plopped on the bed next to me and opened the pill holder. "I'm starting to bust outta my clothes so I needed something loose to wear, and ain't nobody in this house but five girls and the person who got me pregnant; I ain't gotta wear pants. Now open." She told me. I opened my mouth and she popped the pills in and handed me my water.

"Man I love yo' ass." I told her after I gulped down the pills and water. She smiled at me. "What made you say that?"

"'Cause you know me too well."

"I knew you were gonna wake up with a hangover."

"Now can I get some breakfast and head?" I asked her. Riley tilted her head at me in the most ghetto way possible. "What?"

"I said can I get some breakfast in bed." I rephrased to fuck with her.

"Yea that's what I thought you said. When Bryson brought you home this morning he said you had about six drinks. Christopher you don't even drink, why'd you OD like that? And why the hell are they even giving you drinks without checking I.D?"

I shrugged. "They don't give a fuck 'bout I.D. As long as you in VIP they hand out drinks like it's water."

"That doesn't mean you down them like water. Now you sick as a dog. You lucky you came home with Bryson and not some random hoe."

"You right." I admitted. "Well at least my first performance will be an unforgettable one."

"Why? You realized you can't sing for real?" Riley insulted. I sucked my teeth and splashed the last bit of water in the cup on her. She laughed and tried her best to dodge it. "Nah but for real I'm proud of you baby. So you enjoyed yourself?"

"Yea, I did."

"I bet you did, how did Amber Rose's booty feel on your dick?"

Fuck. I knew she was bound to trip about that the second Miracle told me it was all over Instagram and Twitter. I actually forgot I even got a dance from her, I was so fucked up. "Baby I swear to god all it was was a lil dan-"

She cut me off by laughing. "Calm down my brotha', I ain't mad. Shit hopefully you got in a lil twerk for me; that's a bad bitch."

I rose my eyebrows at her reaction. "That's surprising; yo' ass was ready to beat me and Kae's ass when all I did was smoke a blunt with her."

"Because you fucked Karrueche before, I know you were a little faded and was just having fun. That doesn't mean get twerked on by a bunch of random hoes at parties now just because I was okay with it though." Riley warned me. "But anyway, how would you feel about a double date?"

"Double dates ain't shit but two couples competing to see who's more in love." I told her honestly. "I hope you ain't asking me to go on one."

"We should, babe. It's not gonna be like that."