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

chapter 10

CHRIS POV

Kylie looked so peaceful while she slept. I curled my arms around her in the darkness, watching her face as she curled into my chest. I loved her so much. When she turned her head slightly, I spotted a tear glistening on her cheek. Why had she been crying? She didn't look in pain. I waited for the sun to rise as I continued to watch her sleep, adn after awhile I heard our son get up. He began to cry loudly, so I quickly walked over and scooped him up before his cries could awake Kylie. I looked into his eyes and was startled when I realized for the first time how much he resembled me. It was like I was looking in the mirror at a younger version of myself. He stopped crying and smiled again when he saw me, just like yesterday. He had liked me before I even spoke to him. He didn't even smile when Kylie held him. Only me. I wonder why? He reached up and touched my ear ring again, and I winced when he pulled it. He let out a squeal of delight, and I tried to silence him before he woke up Kylie, but I saw her sit up from the corner of my eye.

"Whats wrong?" she asked sleepily. "Nothing, nothing. Just go back to sleep, I got this."

"I'm not tired anymore. Come here." I walked to Kylies side and she pulled me in for a kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I kissed her back, before I realized who I was currently holding. I slowly pulled away, which took every ounce of my strength because my mind was telling me to do the exact opposite. I laughed and brushed my lips against her ear. "Wait until we get home." I murmered. She smiled and lay back down. "Okay." I winked at her.

6 months later.

I had a huge smile on my face as I waved my arms forward, trying to get Jr. to crawl. He just sat there and clapped as he watched my futile attempts with amusement on his face. I finally sighed in defeat as he squealed again when I told him to crawl. I turned on the radio and he began to smile when he heard my voice on the CD. "You like that, huh?" I asked. He clapped his hands again.

I got an idea and flipped through the tracks with a smile on my face. I turned on the song "crawl" and began singing along. Kylie walked in laughing.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You really think hes gonna crawl if you put on the song?"

"It's worth a try." I said, pulling her onto my lap. I watched Jr. pick up a ball, but it fell on the floor, rolling away from him. I was about to reach for it, until he started crawling! I cheered. He picked up the ball but dropped it again when he heard me cheering. He clapped his hands together and smiled again. All it took for him to crawl was chasing after a ball? I was slightly upset that a rubber ball could teach him how to crawl when I couldn't. Kylie hugged him and I enveloped them both in a tight bear hug. Jr. squealed with happiness again that he was getting all this attention. I called up Michael (Tyga) and told him we were goin out tonight. I wanted to celebrate this happy moment.

Later that night I held Jr. and we watched Chris drive off to meet up with Tyga. My happy day was about to be ruined, little to my knowledge. I walked inside and turned on the TV, sitting Jr. on the couch so he could watch. It was on cartoon network. I shook my head. Chris was obviously the last one to watch TV, he always watched cartoon network. I turned the channel and let Jr watch spongebob while I cooked dinner. I was halfway through eating and feeding Jr. while my phone rang. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who was calling. Chris NEVER called when he was out with his friends.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby, remember that time a long time ago when you had that dream about me getting hurt?"

"Yeah." My voice was really panicked now and my palms began to sweat.

"The person who hurt me wasn't Drake, was it?" I thought I would die.

"Y-y-yeah. Actually it w-was."

"Tyga's driving me to the emergency room. I need stitches. You were right."

I dropped the spoon I was using to feed Jr. and gasped. Drake had hurt him. I picked up my son and buckled him in his car seat, driving to the ER as fast as I could.

CHRIS POV

I heard the line go dead as I told Kylie she was right and I needed stitches. Tyga yelled at me to make sure blood didn't get on his seats, and I pressed the towel more firmly against my jaw. The blood was still flowing, and I could feel glass in the wound. Drake was such a retard. How could he hit me with a bottle and then get his crew to team up on me when all I had was a bodyguard and my best friend? The person I was more worried about right now was Big Pat, my bodyguard. He had tried to block me from the fight, and he had gotten beat up pretty bad. We had to call an abulance for him before running away before papparazzi could appear. When we got to the hospital, I was instantly taken in when the doctors realized who I was. As soon as they led me to a room, none other than Kylie comes bursting through the door. Damn, she was fast. She looked scared as hell, too. She didn't have jr, which instantly made me wonder where he was. Kylie rushed over to me and sat on the bed next to where I was sitting. "Chris, oh my god, what happened?"

"Me and Drake got in a fight and outta nowhere he just pops me in the mouth with a bottle. Then there was a big fight and people got injured, and his crew teamed up on me, tyga, and big pat. We had to get an ambulance for him."

Kylie turned pale and turned to face tyga. "Are you okay?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Although Chris just HAD to stay behind and 'protect' some innocent bystanders, which nearly got all of us killed." Tyga replied, annoyed. Kylie hugged him and then tured back to me.

"How bad is it?" she asked, pulling my hand that was holding the towel away from my face.

KYLIE POV

I gasped in shock when I saw Chris' chin. There was a deep gash that had several shards of glass in it, and It was gushing blood. Chris winced when the pressure was taken off the wound. I was speechless, and then the doctor walked in.

The doctor examined Chris' gash and said that he would have to clean it out and give him stitches. I watched as about three good sized pieces of bloody glass were removed. Chris was in a lot of pain. I could tell from the way his eyebrows tightened over his eyes as each shard of glass was removed. In the end, the doctor ended up giving him 8 STITCHES. 8. Wow. Chris asked me where Jr. was, and I told him that Mijo was waching him. Chris looked relieved and I drove Chris home while Tyga went back to his place.

7 years later.

I was downstairs putting the dishes away while I waited for Jr. to come downstairs. Chris was helping me dry the dishes, and when they were put away I went to the bottom of the stairs. Chris sat on the couch and started drawing. "CHRISTOPHER MAURICE BROWN!" I yelled up the stairs. "Yes?" Two voices answered. I giggled when I remembered they both answered to that name. "Jr." I added, and Chris went back to drawing. Jr. walked down the stairs half asleep, mumbling something about not getting enough sleep and it was too early to get up. I shook my head. He and his father were exactly alike. They looked alike, acted alike, and they both thought that any time in the day was 'too early' to be woken up. "Chris, we have to go somewhere, so get dressed." "I am dressed." Chris said from the couch. "Not you! I was talking to our son!" I was really beginning to regret naming someone after Chris because I should have known Chris would joke around with it. Chris smiled and kept drawing. Jr. groaned and walked back upstairs to get dressed. Yup. Just like his father.