Chanel's POV
"I put hoes in NY onto DKNY.
Miami, D.C. prefer Versace.
All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino.
Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi." I recited.
Christian smacked his teeth.
"Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food
Even though a nigga got move like a crook move
We was together on the block since free lunch
We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch
We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather" he recited.
"Oh you think you cute." I said. "Check this. I'm getting a little tired
Of your broken promises, promises
Lookin' at your pager
Seein' different numbers, numbers
Call you on your cell
You're hangin' with the fellas, fellas
Hangin' with my girls
You always gettin' jealous, jealous."
"Okay, that's enough for tonight." He said.
I laughed.
"Why? I was about to rap Big's "Me and My Bitch." I said laughing.
"Oh you got jokes." He said. "And I was about to rap "Can I Get A..."
"Keep it cute, don't get smacked." I said.
"You got it, I was just playing." He said. "When you coming back to LA?"
"You know we don't come until the summer or something. When you coming to New York?" I asked.
"I don't know." He said.
"This long distance thing is getting old." I said.
"So when you gonna tell your parents?" He asked.
"I was gonna tell my mom but then this whole Damien thing happened." I said sighing. "I'm gonna tell her soon though I don't like denying you."
"Awe, ain't that cute!" He said laughing.
"Shut up." I said laughing.
"Chanel!" I heard my mom yell.
I shushed Christian through the computer.
"Yes!" I yelled.
"It's twelve, take your ass to bed!" I heard.
