Pharrah's POV:
"We're here, Pharrah wake up," I heard Chris say while I was sleep. I kept my eyes closed not sure if I was dreaming. Then he started to shake me and say my name repeatedly. I had only been sleep for awhile and I wasn't ready to get up so I ignored the his annoying ass. He Then I heard my door open and I felt a strong pair of hands lift me up. It was raining too but I didn't get wet at all. Which was odd.
I sleepily batted my eyes to notice I was in a 8 car garage. I looked around and saw that this guy had every single car imaginable Yellow Lamborghini, Blue Adventor, Gray BMW, Red Furrari, Green Bugatti and two Black Mercedes-Benz.
"Damn," I whispered to myself in a raspy voice because I was still half sleep.
"I know mad cars right but I only ride in like three of them and the rest of my cars are ridden in like twice a year," he said.
"You wasting money on cars you don't need. What kinda shit is that?" I exclaimed who wastes thousands of dollars of on cars they won't use.
"Some of them I got deals on because Ima celebrity so I bought the cars and endorsed in the car brands as well. To be honest all the cars in this garage don't fill the emptiness in this house when I have no one to come home to. All my relationships fail miserably so I guess I try to use my money to male me happy." He said and a tear fell from his left eye. I actually felt worse than I did earlier when we talked.
He's really been through hell with females but I'm still not letting my guard if he thought that I was.
"Are you gonna put me down or keep talking about your sad ass relationships," I had to make a smart remark and not showed sympathy. He would get the wrong idea if I day there and joined his pity party. Just because he opened up doesn't mean I will.
He mumbled something under his breathe and walked in the house leaving me behind. I didn't follow him instead I stayed behind and observed the graffiti covered walls.
He had quotes, weird cartoon characters, black pyramid, song names, and his name written across the concrete walls. It was so beautiful and looked like a Mosaic of his life. The art was so pretty and told a story. One quote that caught my eye was one that stated "You start to live when a moment feels like a lifetime." Which is so true. Once you start to live in the moment everyday you start to realize the true meaning of life. The quote was written in black and outlined in red. It really stood out on the wall.
Chris's POV:
I try to open up to her to show that she doesn't have to be so hostile but instead she says some smart shit.
"Where am I sleeping?" I heard Pharrah ask from behind me.
"I'll show you in minute. I'm tryna think. Are you hungry, though?" I replied without looking at her. I just wonder why she's so guarded. What has she experienced in life for her to be the way she is?
"Yeah I guess I could eat something. What you cooking," she said walking over to the refrigerator. She turned back to me in shock once she saw that there was nothing inside.
"Where's all your groceries. I know your buff ass always eating." She asked with a smirk to herself. To be honest, all I keep in the house is snacks cause I have a personal chef who'll make whatever I want on the spot. I gave her the night off thinking I was was staying out all night with Augg tonight.
"To be honest I don't keep food. All I got is snacks in my movie room which is upstairs next to the bathroom." Before I could finish my sentence she hauled ass upstairs.
Pharrah's POV:
"Shhhhhhh................," I told Chris's ass who keep talking through the movie. I came upstairs to get soje snacks cause he don't keep food in his house which I find odd since he can afford it. His fridge is empty. I'm eating Takis, Twizzlers, and Grape Soda while Chris eating a big ass bowl of sour Gummy Worms like a little kid.
"You shut the fuck up this my house! I told yo ass earlier to stop jumping in yo seat but you keep doing it so Ima keep talking," He stammered back.
"Keep talking to me like Ima dog and Ima hurt yo yellow ass. Now Shut up," I snapped back not taking my eyes of the screen. He crazy as hell if he think gonna talk to me like I'm shit. I don't take shit. He better check that to before I rip out his vocal chords.
I keep jumping cause this shit is scary as fuck. We watching Evil Dead and characters getting their arms cut off and trees are raping people. If this was real I wouldn't survive on some real shit.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," I screamed grabbing Chris's shirt. The girl in the movie arm just broke off under a truck while a demon as chasing her. And it's raining blood from the sky, that shit is crazy.
"It's Okay Lil' Ma, I'm here," Chris reassured rubbing my back. I gripped his shirt tighter and hid my face I ain't ever been this scared of a movie in my life. Considering I'm scared of the dark, lightning and scary movie. And let's not forget spiders and any kind of bugs. Normally I'd smack or mug him for calling me that but I'm to terrified to react. To be honest, I actually like the nickname and from what I see Chris ain't a bad person.
But I always remember that I don't really know him so I ain't just gonna be besties with him of the bat. I see them drunk groupies leaving our club with celebs and that will never be me cause I keep up walls. Chris ain't gonna break 'em down either despite what he thinks.
Chris's POV:
Pharrah was upstairs for mad long so I went upstairs to check on her and I found her snacking on Takis and watching a movie. I joined her and by now the movie almost over.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh," she screamed for the third time and gripped my sleeve. I kinda wanted to laugh but I kept my composure. The movie ain't even that scary but she's scared of everything.
"It's okay Lil' Ma, I'm here," I said reassuringly rubbing her back. She hid her face behind my shirt. Pharrah is cute when she scared. She's actually a pretty cool girl with trust issues. I just wondered why sometimes. What had happened to her to make her so guarded.
My thoughts were interrupted by a lightsnore. I looked down at her while the end credits played. She looked so flawless and heavenly. I carried to my bedroom, stripped her down, put her in one of my T-shirts, layed her across the bed, and kissed her forehead.
Goodnight Pharrah I thought. Tonight was the start of something beautiful between us.
