New Flame (Chris Brown Love Story)

With The Homie

Chris

I woke up to the sound of pots and pans being thrown around. Looking at my almost dead phone, it was 9:30 in the morning. What the fuck? I got up and saw Melanie in the kitchen, cleaning dishes. I know damn well all these dishes weren't here last night. I just shook my head and waved her off, going to my jacket pocket and pulling out my blunt. I ain't wanna deal with her or her attitude, at all. Just be getting on ya nerves just to do it. Like why you gotta be doing that shit? Stupid shit that don't make sense. I lit up my blunt, taking a long drag from it. I need this shit. I then got a call from Brandon.

"Wassup?"

"My nigga, what ya doing tonight?"

"Shit." I said blowing out smoke. "Why, what's going on?"

"My cousin throwing a little get party, wanna roll through?"

"B, yo cousin always throwing a party, and everytime she do that, she always end up pregnant."

"Nigga you exaggerating. She ain't get pregnant all the time."

"Might as well. She be lurkin' for the D and I ain't tryna be lurked for." I said.

"My nigga, don't worry bout her." He laughed. "Where you at? Outside?" He questioned.

"Yeah nosey ass nigga."

"Yeah whatever." He laughed. "Coo if I come through?"

"Meet me at my house man. I don't feel like being here." I said putting my blunt out.

"Aight bruh." He said before I hung up. I ain't want his ass asking or assuming shit. That shit getting old.

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My house. I don't get why I ain't never at this damn place. It's bigger than that small ass apartment Melanie got. I was in my kitchen making me a bomb ass sandwich when Brandon ol nappy headed ass strolled in.

"Mayne." He sighed.

"Wassup witchu?" I asked eating a pickle.

"These females..." He trailed off. "Why they so damn difficult?" He asked sitting down.

"Cause they are. Don't even know why you asked." I said grabbing me a can of sprite and getting a cup of ice.

"Tell me something bruh."

"Wassup?"

"Why you don't like chillen at your house? Got this big ass house and never here."

"I mean, yeah I gotta big ass house and all this money and all that other bullshit that I got, but what does all that shit mean when I ain't got the one to share it with." I said. "Like on some real shit. Why wouldn't I go somewhere else?"

"You that lonely my nigga?" He asked.

"Nah, not that." I said shaking my head.

"See you tryna be on some commitment shit. Like yeah we got some bad ass females out there, but I need me a shawty that's got her own. Half of these females looking to just get money anyways, I ain't tryna be like my uncle and get 73 kids." He said laughing. "I'm being honest too."

"How the hell that nigga got 73 kids?"

"Cause he got like 30 something hoes. I'm surprised that nigga ain't catch no shit fucking with them."

"73 kids." I mumbled.

"But like I was sayin, I know what you mean bruh. What you looking for with Melanie?"

"Shit, I don't fucking know. One minute I see something, next minute I don't. She just too damn complicated for life." I sighed. "Trippin off of little shit."

"That gotta mean something. You know how these females are."

"Shit, I'm cool off her right now. After this sandwich, I'm fenna roll up another." I said grabbing my plate.

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As you can see, this chapter was in Chris's POV only.

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