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

Chapter 6

"I thought you wouldn't be here until 8:30?"

"I said that so I could surprise you!"

"Oh! Well thanks for coming! You better have gotten me a present!"

"Sure did, although with that attitude I should just keep it."

"Naw I no you'd never do that!"

"Oh really?"

"Yup. Knowin someone for 15 years really has its advantages."

"And it's disadvantages." I mumbled. One of the disadvantages being that the longer I knew him, the more I fell for him.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, nothing! Just have fun."

He hugged me. "I will. Thanks."

I partied with everyone else, but I always stayed close to Chris, wanting to see him as much as possible. It didn't help that Robyn was all over him, grinding against him and everything. DAMN! I wish that was me. I liked Robyn though, to be honest. She ain't done nothin wrong, it's my fault that I fell for someone I shouldn't have. I knew I was too young to drink, but I needed to escape te heartbreak. I took a couple shots, and who knew I could get drunk that easily? I saw Chris in the corner, people just pouring shots into his mouth. Near the end of the party, Robyn had to go outside to her car to get something, and Chris' friends went with her. Chris just stayed there, an idiotic smile on his face. He was SO drunk right now.

That night never should have happened, but it did. I should have never gone over to him and convinced him to go upstairs. Should've never took his shirt off. Should've never kissed him. But I did. And it broke my heart even more. Chris and I were so drunk that we had laid upstairs and made out for hours, and he even took my shirt off. If Robyn hadnt called him to find out where he was, I would've had sex with him. No one ever found out what happened upstairs that night, and Chris and I both agreed it was a mistake. That still didn't stop my heart from shattering. It was only barely holding on, and after that night, it had shattered. Shattered because he ran right back to Robyn, pretending we had never kissed that night. Sayin it was a mistake. All of it. I cried for what seemed like weeks, although it was only about 7 hours.

*5 months later*

I sat on my couch, watching the news. My parents weren't home yet, they were working real late tonight. I was just about to turn the channel when something came on.

"Chris brown was just accused of assault after he brutally beat his now ex-girlfriend Rihanna."

My jaw dropped in shock. Pictures of Rihanna flashed across the screen, and they were forever branded into my memory, even to this day. Her face was barely recognizable. This was not Chris! He would NEVER do something like this! Then I began to cry when I realized I was thinking about the OLD Chris the one that I knew like a book, the one who was always there, who always supported me, loved me, and gave me a shoulder to cry on or a person to run to. This new celebrity Chris liked to party, get drunk, get tattoos, and who knows what else? Then I knew. I was 18, so I was legally allowed to move out, and chris needed me. Even though it would take me 1 and a half hours to get to his hotel and I was dead beat, I had to.

I drove to Chris' hotel in the pouring rain. I needed I talk to him. Something was up. There was no way he would ever beat Robyn, or any other female for that matter. When I pulled in front of the hotel, I went to the main lobby and the front desk manager told me Chris' room. I already had a key because Chris had told me that if I wanted to see him, he was there. I let myself into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking. Chris wasn't here yet, but when he came I was gonna get to the bottom of this. I waited for about half an hour, and then the hotel door slammed open, revealing a soaked to the skin Chris. He must have walked here in the pouring rain! His expression chilled me to the bone, and it is also something I will never forget till the day I die.

His expression was blank, but hollow somehow, as if he couldn't understand it believe what he had just done. He spotted me and I held my arms open to him. His knees gave out and he basically fell into my arms. His body was shaking and at first I thought it was from cold, but then I realized he was sobbing. This sobbing shook me to the core. He was almost a grown man, and I had NEVER in my whole entire life heard a man cry like this. It was just plain wrong. His tears soaked my shirt along with his sopping wet clothes, and I started sobbing too. We held on to each other for hours before Chris stopped crying.

"Kylie, let go." His voice sounded dead like his expression, and it terrified me. "Chris what- are you okay?"

"Does it LOOK- like I'm okay??!! Kylie, why the FUCK would I be okay!?" Then he started crying again, but he was able to speak this time.

"Kylie. Run away. Don't ever come back. I'm a monster. You can't be around me. I can't even believe what I did it or why I did it. I just- I just- just- SNAPPED. You can't be here. Go!"

"Chris there is no fucking way I'm leaving you. Come here." I grabbed him and just held him, and we tumbled back on the bed. He curled around me, his arms squeezing my body like I was his only anchor to life. The only thing that could keep him from floating away into the distance. After a very long time we fell asleep, and I woke up to an empty bed. I sat up, and Chris was just sitting in the corner, his head in his hands. I walked over and moved his arm away. His eyes were blank again.

You all know what happened next. Chris turned himself in, got community service, and all that shit. Let's skip over that part cause I can't stand to see my baby in pain.

*3 months later*

I had moved in with Chris. Not as a couple, but it seemed that way. I went everywhere he went, and I always tried to make sure he was happy. I sat on the bed, waiting for him to come home. My parents had called and cussed me out, but I wasn't gonna tell them where Chris and I were staying and I wasn't coming home so Chris could drown in misery by himself.

CHRIS POV

I was coming home from anger management class. I would do whatever it took to make sure i never 'snapped' ever again. When I opened the door, Kylie was sitting on the bed waiting for me. My heart thudded painfully. I loved her so much still. I thought Robyn had been mending my heartache over Kylie, but she was just patching it up. After Robyn had left, the heartache returned, worse than ever. But I thought that Kylie didn't want me to love her anymore. I think she accepted tht we were just friends. I screwed up, and I wished I could still kiss Kylie, still touch her and hold her like I did when we were 14. But that's probably not what she thought. I was going to find out for sure though, because I still felt something more between us. I was going to ask her, right. Now.