DELLA || A Chris Brown and Della Hamby Love Story||

13

Della
The next morning I woke up with the worst hangover ever. As soon as I sat up my head started to pound and I felt everything slowly coming up. Before I knew it I was spilling my guts out onto Chris's four thousand dollar white fur rug.

After I finished emptying the contents in my stomach. I lazily got up and went into the bathroom. Checking under the sink I grabbed a toothbrush fresh out the pack and began to brush my teeth. But as I stared in the mirror and my vision began to become clear. I noticed that my clothes were gone and I was fully undressed.

My eyes widened.

I turned my head to find a rock hard Chris laying with the sheet barely covering himself. His morning wood was looking at me and all I could think is what the hell did I do....

I spit the tooth paste out and frantically searched for my clothes. I found them in different areas of the room. I put my clothes on and once I was decent shook Chris.

"Brooo what the fuck. STOP! YO STOP!!!", Chris yelled as he sat up.

I stopped shaking him once I seen that he was very much upset.

"What!?", he asked.

I stared at him with a concerned expression. I knew what we did last night by the way I woke up this morning. I honestly just needed him to confirm that what I was thinking was true.

Slowly Chris's eyes looked down at his clothes in a pile on the floor, then back up to my messy hair and the hicky that decorated my neck.

I swear a smirk fell upon his face but that changed into a face full of shock really quick.

"Are you mad?", he asked. Which threw me all the way off.

"Wait what? The first thing you ask me is if I'm mad?!", I asked in disbelief.

"I'm just saying, I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you or anything. We were both fucked up and you just wouldn't let up. I honestly don't remember how many times we did it or if we even really fucked.", he said honestly.

I thought, if we had had sex I wouldn't have been mad at all. I always had a crush on him and I wouldn't pass the opportunity up if it presented itself. I just didn't want him to know that just yet.

"Soooo...", he said.

"Oh I'm not upset, I'm just surprised. I didn't think that you wanted me in that way.", I said.

He looked down.

"I swear Della it wasn't intentional, I just don't want this to change our friendship at all because you're a great friend to me.", he said.

No lie....every time he said friend it hurt even more. Like I wanted him to boast and say how much he wanted me. I wanted him to tell me that he wanted it sober. But no! He doesn't want to ruin the friendship.

Since I didn't have much to say, I decided to go find some medicine. With the emotions and the hang over my head was on a thousand.

As I walked downstairs I heard Branden and a few others. I didn't know what time it was but by the smell of the weed and sounds of fun I knew it was late and I had missed my flight....

"Yoo D!? Why you still here?", Mijo annoying ass yelled.

I asked God why? Why did he have to see me first?

"Shhhh, before Branden sees me.", I whispered but it was too late.

I heared B clear his throat.

I turned around and pouted, looking for any sign of sympathy but I could tell he had none. I was caught. I had missed my flight, slept with Chris and now B is upset with me for being irresponsible.