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I was at the studio with Chris. Yes Chris Brown. He's my best friend. I've been with him through it all. Right now he was working on a song with Drake.
I was surprised because him and Drake never really seemed to be that close, especially given the fact that they both loved the same girl.
I was sitting in the studio listening to him record.
"Tell 'em that a real nigga steppin in Don't let them niggas ry you, test your patience Tell 'em that it's over, ain't no debatin All you need is me playin' on your playlist You ain't gotta be frustrated," he sings. He sounds so damn good.
While he was recording, Drake walked into the studio. Chris didn't tell me he was coming. I would've looked better.
"Hey," he smiles at me.
"Oh Hi I'm," He cuts me off.
"Yn right?" He questions. I nod.
"Yeah Breezy told me a lot about you ma," he smiles. He sits down next to me.
"Are y'all actually friends or y'all fucking or something," he laughs. I raise my eyebrows at him.
I wasn't surprised at the question because many people thought I was one of Chris' groupies. But I am indeed his best friend. I've been with him since we were kids. He and I both understand each other perfectly.
"Nah we are actually just friends," I laugh. He laughs even harder. Boy what is so funny.
"Maybe you think that but, I can tell he feel a little something for you," he winks at me. I blushed.
"I mean I don't blame him. You're absolutely stunning," he smiles at me. He kisses my hand.
"Oh t-thank y-you," I stutter. I wasn't expecting any of this shit man.
"I guess we like the same type of girls," he winks, referring to Chris and his infatuation with Rihanna.
"Well its Rihanna who wouldn't love her. Y'all must be really stupid though to fuck up a chance with her," I whisper. Chris really fucked that up. I didn't talk to him for three months after that had happened. I couldn't believe he'd lay a hand on another woman and I was scared for a bit. After therapy with him though, he told me he would be better.
"Fair," he shrugs. "What are you doing after this," he asks me.
"Nothing," I tell him.
"Let's go out," he smirks.
"I'm dressed in literal pajamas," I laugh.
"You still manage to look so sexy though," he whispers. I feel chills down my spine. Both Drake and I failed to notice that Chris had finished recording his parts.
