Just Friends- But Not Forever (a chris brown story)

chapter 2

CHRIS POV

Whoops. I had just made a MAJOR mistake. I needed to learn how to watch what I said. "Chris. Brown. What did you just say?" I cleared me throat. "I didn't mean it like that, Kylie. You know that. We are JUST friends." She squinted at me, but let it go. I was relieved. How did she NOT notice that I had a major crush on her since third fricken grade? "Can you please get off of me then?" I rolled off her as I heard the door open downstairs. I grabbed a random notebook on her night stand and held it in front of us, picking up a pencil and pretending to write. Kylie laughed and leaned closer to me so she could pretend that we were working on our science project/idea.

KYLIE POV

So what if I thought Chris was cute? We were just friends. Even though he was warm, and understanding, and- wait. Why was I even thinking about this stuff!? We were friends and that's what we always would be. I heard my dad coming up the stairs. He peeked in my room. "You guys done yet?"

"Almost, dad." My dad shot a glance at Chris, and I could tell that my dad thought he was too close to me. Chris smiled. "Hi, mr. Potter."

"Hello, Chris." My dad walked back downstairs, and I took the pencil from Chris. I sighed. "Okay, so what's the stupid science project gonna be?"

The next day, I walked to the bus stop with a pop tart in my hand. Chris met me halfway there, looking just as tired as I felt. He had stayed at my house last night for a really long time until my parents finally kicked him out. That's what always happened. On the weekends Chris would sneak back in at night and we would talk and laugh for hours. Now you really think we like each other, don't you? WRONG! Chris already told me he has a crush on someone, so HA. As I was about to finish my pop tart, Chris leaned down and snatched it out of my hand with his teeth, swallowing it. I crossed my arms and glared at him. "How come you always steal MY food? My breakfast, my lunch, my snacks, AND when you eat dinner at my house you eat whatever I don't finish!" Chris laughed and slung his freakishly long arm across my shoulders. "So who are you going with to homecoming?" Chris asked. "This kid named Eric. You might have seen him. He has brown hair, green eyes, braces..."

"Yeah I've seen him. I think I know who you're talking about."

"So who are you going with? What about your crush that you won't tell me about?" It was odd that Chris didn't tell me his crush. Ever since the third grade he had always kept his crushes a secret, but before that he used to ALWAYS tell me who he liked. "Well, I WOULD ask my crush, but she's already going with someone." He hung his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Oh. That's okay. Maybe you can take her to another dance this year."

"Yeah, maybe. I doubt it though." I hugged him. "I don't like it when you're sad."

"Thanks." Chris walked the rest of the way to the bus stop without speaking.

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Today was homecoming. I had always hated wearing dresses, so I hadn't bought anything too fancy. My parents had to drop me off, because I was too young to drive (14). Eric and I had a pretty good time dancing. After awhile, we drifted off to the back of the gym, talking and laughing. People that didn't have dates were still there, including Chris. He was in the middle of the gym with some of his friends, making a fool of himself (as usual). Eric's hand wandered passed my waist, and I slapped it away. He pushed me against the wall. "Come on, what's wrong?" His hand went below my waist again, and I pushed him away. "You shouldn't have done that." He said, stepping towards me, angry. Just then, something hit him in the jaw. Hard. Chris stood over him, his hand still curled into a fist. "She said leave her alone, so leave her the f**k alone!" Chris backed up and looked at me. I was frozen in shock. Eric stood up, rubbing his jaw. Chris wrapped his arm protectively around my waist and helped me walk outside. I went straight to the shadows and sat on a bench. Chris sat down next to me, pulling me against him. I just let him hold me, needing the support. "Why did you punch him?" I asked.

"He was touching you and you didn't like it. When he didn't back off, I was convinced he wasn't going to take no for an answer, and I care about my best friend. I didn't want you to get hurt. You would had done the same for me." I looked up at him. He did care about me. And yes, I would have done the same for him. We were best friends forever, but looking into his eyes right now made it feel like we were more than friends. The way his arms were around my waist also felt like more than a comforting touch a friend would give. In that moment, I cared about him, too. More than I usually did. In a non-friend way. I leaned in and kissed him.