From The Ground Up

The Start To It All

"Chresanto, I thought we made a pact. That we would never let the NFL tear us apart. We've been together 6 fucking years. 6 FUCKING YEARS CHRES."

"You think I don't understand that?You think I don-"

"Well act like it. Running off in the media with every fucking video hoe that is anywhere near your peripheral vision. How the hell are we supposed grow old together and have children like we planned? HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO THAT IF YOU CATCH SOME STD FROM SOME SKANK HOE WHO THROWS IT AT ANY MAN THAT CAN CATCH IT. you've been doing God knows what when you're out til 4 and 5 am every night/morning?"

"Hold the hell up Lea. You're out of line. Don't fucking accuse me of ANYTHING, if you don't know what the hell I'm doing. Understand? If you want to act like I'm the only one doing something wrong here, then fine. But don't act like you haven't been in the comforts of some other nigga out here. Cut the shit. You want to know what I get from the "skank hoes?" Attention. Yes I'm thankful that my woman isn't a gold digger or some crazy shit like that. But your lack of care is somewhat of an equivalent. So please shut the fuck up."

"You kn-" Lea started but didn't finish. She simply nodded her head and laughed. She got up and left the house, keys and phone in hand.

I bet you're wondering how Chresanto and Lea got to this point. The beautiful college sweethearts. The power couple. Now I know you all know who the second power couple is? Kye and Rayan of course. Lets take a glimpse with them before we flash back to where it all started.

Kye and Rayan

"baaaaaby, let's go out and do something. I'm tired of staying in this house cooped up all day every day." Kye shook Rayan's arm repeatedly until he finally showed some movement.

"Okay fine baby give me a minute. You know I had workouts all night for the season getting ready to start back up. "

Kye clapped excitedly like a little girl in the candy store. She got up and ran to the bathroom in preparation.

Nearly 20 minutes later, the two set out to arrive at a quaint little restaurant up the street from their house. Kye held on tightly to Rayan's hand, while he on the other hand was wrapped up in his phone trying to figure out what the media was saying about him. There were rumors that Rayan had been using steroids, (the typical athletes drug) to gain strength and overpower his rivalry teams.

Rayan had a pair of Ray Ban shades on, trying to avoid his face from being seen.

"Come on bae. Put your phone away for one second and just look at me. You're so wrapped up in the media these days. I know you're not using steroids and you know you're not using steroids so who cares about the paparazzi."

"It's not as simple as that Kye." Rayan rolled his eyes and kept them locked on his iPhone screen.

"Then explain it's complexity because I want to understand." Kye let go of Rayan's hand and crossed her arms.

"You're not going to understand and you never will until you're in my fucking position. When you're a professional football player call me, until then get off of my back. This is my future. " Rayan was yelling loud enough for people to stop and stare.

The couple was standing near their black Camaro and ignoring any stares that came their way.

"Your future? I thought it was our future Rayan. OUR future. You're not the only one who does something in this relationship. Just because I don't run around with footballs doesn't mean shit. "

Rayan laughed ignorantly.

"You're funny? I DO MORE IN ONE FREAKING GAME THAN YOU DO IN A MONTH. "