unexpected.

ch.4

I stood in the mirror and put my hair up in a messy bun and observed myself a good few times. I haven't heard from Chris all day now, but I just have a feeling he's still gonna call. My dumbass didn't ask him to specify what type of "call" he'd be making.

Facetime or just audio? Just to be sure, I wanna make sure I'm looking right. Now I know damn well it ain't Chris Brown on the other side of the phone, but it might be some fine ass chocolate man waiting to sweep me off my feet.

Better to be ready rather than to have to get ready. As soon as that passed my thoughts, my phone started ringing. I darted over to my bed and plopped down only to see it was Shaylee calling.

I rolled my eyes and picked up. "Hey Nique you will not believe who text me?" "Keaton Myers.." I mumbled already knowing the answer. "Yes girl! He only asked me for the homework but I mean that's something right??" She asked.

"Oh yeahh, definitely." I said, not really caring. "Uhh, what's wrong with you?" Wow my friends really know me. I haven't told anyone about Chris, I didn't really think it was necessary since it's nothing serious. I mean for god sakes I don't even know this persons real identity.

I'll admit though, I was looking forward to his call and talking about my best friends slow advance with a boy isn't really what I'm in the mood for.

"Nothing nothing, sorry I just been overthinking some things lately." "You wanna talk about it?" She asked.

"Nah I'm good, continue with your story." I said, chucking a bit. She talked and talked about all the different scenarios that would come out of her giving him the homework. It was honestly all so hilarious.

In the middle of her running her mouth about her dream boo, my phone dinged.

incoming call from chris

Oh fuck. "Hey Shay, lemme call you back I gotta answer this other call real quick." I said urgently. "Oh-oh okay." She trailed off. I pressed the "accept and end call" button and quickly put the phone back to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked slowly. "Wassup Nique?" I heard a male voice say. This don't sound like no damn Chris Brown. "So how're you gonna prove to me you're really him?" I asked taking a seat on my bed.

"Uhh, gimme a song to sing and I gotchu." He said. "Alright, the national anthem." I said almost immediately. "Aw damn, you really gon do me like that?" He chuckled, and I laughed along with him. "Well, Chris could pull it off. So I meannn.."

I laid back on my pillows and listened for an answer. "Hang all the mistletoe. I wanna get to know you better.."

As soon as I heard that line, my eyes widened. "No way.." I whispered to myself. "Fireside is blazing bright. We're caroling, through the night.." He continued, and at this point I was singing along with him.

He stopped after the chorus and I smiled widely. The inner fangirl wanted to come out so badly, but I knew I had to keep my cool if I wanted him to stick around. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I eventually spit out. "It ain't all that easy tellin' a full blown stranger that you're a superstar."

I groaned, hitting my forehead cause I should have known that. "Duh, I'm dumb. Of course, I should've known." "It's all good, don't trip." He chuckled.

We kinda sat there for a while not saying anything, both just in awe that we were finally speaking to eachother. "Well.." I said.

"Well.." He echoed. "You tryna facetime?" I laughed, biting my bottom lip. "Fosho, ima call you aight?" "Alright, cool." I said, then hung up.

Oh my fucking.. I was really just on the phone with Chris Brown's fine ass. Shaylee ain't gonna believe this shit. I sat up and turned to look at myself in my dresser mirror.