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~Breezy P.O.V.~

"Nitty I fucking hate you." I said standing over his hospital bed.

"Come on, you know I can't be shot. I'm too damn good." He said laughing. Trey, Christian, and Nitty planned this shit story out just to teach my ass a lesson about not being so selfish. Fuck them.

"Then why you in here?!" I yelled at him, clearly pissed the fuck off.

"My ex works here and I asked for a room. Trey really was with us moving some shit though." I want to shoot him now. I hate this. I'm all for pranks but when it involves possible death, it ain't a joke to me no more. "Awh Breezy-Pooh was worried about me." He teased.

"Next time you end up here, it's gonna be because I caused your first gun shot wound. I'm out of here." I said chucking up the deuces and heading out to the lobby where Chelsea and Christian were. Trey left because Ty needed him. "Christian you're such a bitch."

"We love you Breezy." He said laughing. I just flipped him off and walked out of the hospital with Chelsea right at my side.

"I'm guessing Nitty's okay?" She asked grabbing onto my arm.

"Yeah, just a damn joke of theirs." I said annoyed. She let me go and hopped in on her side as I hopped in on my side. "I need to get even with 'em but I'm not sure- I'll fake my own death."

"Chris no. That's way too far." You're no fun, Chelsea. I really hope you're aware of that fact.

"You're no fun."

"I'm all the fun." She said resting her hand on my thigh. "Need a demonstration?"

"Unless you want to die tonight from a car crash, I suggest that hand gets away from my thigh." I laughed grabbing her hand. "I like when our fingers intertwine though."

"Why are you so perfect?" Because I'm Christopher Ezell Jenkins, that's all the reason I need to be perfect.

"I'm a gifted human being." Very gifted.

***

Chelsea came out of my bathroom in just a simple towel wrapped around her. I was just laying on my bed watching TV.

"You look gorgeous." I said scanning her from head to toe.

"Thank you." She smiled sweetly.

"Drop the towel though and come straddle me." She shook her head."Why not? I wanna feel you." She's got that pretty cocoa butter soft looking skin and I wanna feel it, but she's being selfish and not letting me touch.

"Because I don't wanna." She chuckled walking over to the bed and hopping up next to me.

"But I wanna see all of you." I whined, pulling on her towel till it came loose. She tried to re-wrap if but I crawled on her and and pinned her wrists above her head. "Stop- wait. When the hell you get a tattoo?" I asked looking at the bottom part of her breast. She had a small bunch of flowers that still needed to be colored in. I never noticed it before.

"I got it a few days ago. It's still pretty new." She smiled up at me. "I want to be complete tattooed."

"But I like your gorgeous skin. It's such a sexy skin color. Yeah tattoos are cool but then you'd be covering your beautiful skin." I said letting go of her wrists. "You said you weren't going to do that a few months ago."

"Well I thought you might like it since you like tattoos so much."

"I like 'em but I liked your natural skin more." I noticed she's started to change. She's not entirely the Chelsea I was in love with.