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🥀 C H A P T E R 7 🥀

I Really Want To Talk To Someone About My Thoughts And Feelings But I Can't.

Chris Brown P O V
"So according to the paper we just have to answer these 50 questions about each other in complete sentences. Not too hard." She shrugs reading over the rubric. I choke on my spit taking the rubric from her and reading it over.

"50 damn questions? I don't even know 50 facts about myself." I say in shock.

"Me either...but that's why we have a brain. We can just make shit up, it's not like she actually knows us." She shrugs taking a black pen out her pencil pouch.

"Aight." I shrug leaning back on my headboard and getting comfortable on a pillow. She looked so uncomfortable, I knew she was hot, she had a jacket and a pair of jeans on. Plus the jacket was zipped up. Not the mention it looked like she was scared to get comfortable , What was wrong with her?

"I don't bite you know, you can get comfortable." I suggest. She looks up from her paper before answering.

"Nah, the first thing I thought when I saw you was, "this nigga bites." She says rolling her eyes. Mhm, she had jokes.

"I mean...I do bite," I smirk. "Only if you want me to though." I say. A look of confusion spreads over her face making me laugh.

"What?" She arching one of her eyebrows.

"Nothing babygirl." I mumble.

Nova Williams P O V

"Nothing babygirl." He mumbles. My head shoots up to his face knowing that word did not just come out his mouth.

"What did you just call me?" I ask moving my hair away from my ears so I could hear him correctly.

"Babygirl?..." He says looking at me weirdly.

"How long are you guys gonna be gone again?" I ask my dad who had strolled in my room a few minutes ago.

Me and my dad always talked, he would just casually walk into my room, sit on my bed and let the conversation spark from there. But this time our conversation wasn't normal; him and my mom were leaving for two weeks tomorrow for a Missionary trip. They always go on them, but they've never been this far away, nor have they been gone for two weeks. It's usually just a few days.

"Two weeks," He says making me frown. "But no need to worry babygirl, it'll fly by." He says making me laugh.

"Pun intended?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"You know I'm the pun king." He brags making me laugh more.

"Sure dad...but you're up for a little bit of competition. You know moms pretty good too." I say.

"Pshh, that women doesn't have nothing on me." He says.

"Mom!" I yell. His eyes widen before his head begins to rapidly shake.

"Shhh shh. It was only a joke." He says putting a finger over my mouth.

"Wimp." I mumble smiling. Me and my dad were always playful with each other, but so were me and my mom. We were just a silly family in general.