I held a firm grip on the can of gold paint and began to move my wrist in swift upward motions repeatedly until one of the areas of my new piece was completed to my satisfaction. It had been in my head for days. Forming itself, putting its own pieces together. It took me about two hours to get it out on paper. It was a beautiful work of art. One of my favorites.
Al Green was blasting through my earphones. I always listened to music while I created something, it kept me from getting easily distracted, I flowed with the rhythm of the music and that was sure to get me through the entire process. I grinned as I finished up the last bit of it. I released a breath and stood back, removing the scarf that I used to avoid inhaling the fumes, from around my face and allowed the chilly fall day's fresh air to finally hit my face after two hours.
The longer I stared at it the more I fell in love with it. It felt like I had created it for a reason that remained unknown. Nonetheless its perfect, and I can feel myself becoming inspired again. I took a look to my left at some other artist's painting that had caught my eye when I got here. It was breathtaking..alluring. It was something surprisingly similar to what I had came here to paint today. I had to stop and marvel at it, like I did every other day with their art. Whoever 'Breezy' is, he is surely talented. I would have to keep my eye out for him or her. For as long as I've been coming here I have never seen who the spot beside mine belonged to. All I knew was that everyday I was here, another one of their stunning murals were too.
I decided to do something daring today and join my art with his. Though I'm most likely gonna get told off for crossing some lines doing so, who would I be not to take a risk? I'm an artist, its what I do on a daily basis.
"Simply beautiful.." I said to nothing in particular.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and snapped a quick picture of it. I then closed the camera application in my iPhone and glanced at the time. It read, 9:45AM. I had a solid 45 minutes to get to work. I bent over and hastily gathered all of the paint cans, tossing them into my duffel bag, then grabbed my backpack that contained my work clothes and cleared out from the alley.
"Be back later" i said to the walls as i strolled by them. All of a sudden having a strange gut feeling that today would be one to remember.
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Rihanna is so trifling..you dont scheme like that especially about your grandma! that was out of line.. i know chris blood was boiling!!! other than that im so happy that they are having a healthy baby girl! RUN IT
rihanna trifilin ass!!!
glad ty and jeremiah r on good terms =)
i really dont want anything bad to happen, but i sense it coming soon =(
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ugh rih she so discussing like why would u lie about ur own grandmother dying?? -___-
she shuld give it up she never did have chris to begin with
as for jeremih im so glad they made up
i really wish chris could join her
they could do couple yoga
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Ok so I learned now to read comments first and if its bad I wait til the next add. I am relieved that it ended on a good note cause when the comments said Robyn I was at work and as I was clearing out one of my dressing rooms I was thinking of things Tyson could do to make Chris feel bad.
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"Oh Tyson before you go, you look stressed, everything okay?" Asked Sharon. I felt small under her and Chris' gaze. I know he was burning holes into the back of my head.
"Uh, I mean I've been having bad feelings lately..like something bad is gonna happen, but that's about it. Everything else is doable." I answered running a hand through my hair.
"Let's try and reduce the stress okay honey? I know it's hard with your lifestyle, but the baby's gonna need you to be nice and healthy and strong for her." She said.
"Can anything go wrong if she doesn't let up?" Asked Chris with worry.
"Well, there's a risk of landing herself in pre-term pregnancy, or worse which would be...losing the baby." Spoke Sharon. My heart raced in my chest.
"What do I need to do?" I asked in a hurry for some good news.
"Take up yoga, have Chris join you, he looks like he could use it too." She said before she smiled and left the office.
Chris rushed around me to look me in the face.
"Mags why didn't you tell me you were feeling that way? Is it-is it because of me?" He looked at me with widened eyes.
"Not entirely. I'm dealing Chris, this is what comes with the fame. I'll be fine. I'll take up yoga and everything will be fine. Don't worry." I smiled before grabbing my purse and heading out of the office, pulling him along. I heard the heavy breath leave his mouth.
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We sat in the car listening to my favorite song of the moment, "Beautiful" by Mariah Carey featuring Miguel.
"Good lord you're f***in' beautiful, and I can't preten--"
"You seen Daniel at all since..?" Asked Chris cutting off my singing. I shrugged not wanting to discuss him right now.
"No." I said.
"Imma send Clyde over to check up on you tonight aight? I don't want you alone. And imma sign you up for a yoga class when I get home, ask Mack and them if they want to join too and call me later and let me know." Said Chris.
"Okay Dad--"
"Daddy." Corrected Chris with a grin. I rolled my eyes.
"Although I could just call Justin over to check up on me." I smiled internally, knowing the mention of Justin would send Chris into a mood. It was entertaining to watch him turn green.
"What you trynna get a rise out of me?" He asked. I remained silent.
"Y'all got somethin' goin on that I should know of?" He pressed on. I smirked.
"Nope, but even if we did it'd be none of your concern." I said. Chris smacked his lips.
"I trust you, so I aint worried." He said with his chin up and his eyes on the road. I looked at him sarcastically.
"Really." I said dryly.
"Yeah! Dude can't take a spot that's occupied." He said.
"His name is Justin. You should be at his feet thanking him, for taking care of me on days where you were occupied with work." I threw at Chris.
"I'll die first." Said Chris. I had to laugh. His reaction to all of this was priceless.
"I bet you would." I mumbled. The radio played softly in the background.
"We need a name for my princess." Said Chris.
"We do." I agreed, conjuring up names in my head. I was excited ot welcome my child into this world.
"Only six months left." I cheered lightly.
f*** Rihanna's crazy ass!!..but YAY!!..it's a girl!! :)
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He began pacing back and forth with his hands on his head and his eyes squeezed shut as if he was battling something great inside of his head. I was scared for him.
"Chris, what happened?" I asked calmly.
"Robyn lied. She didn't need me. She just wanted to confront me about your pregnancy, it made the papers this morning." He confessed. I sighed, feeling added stress come on. The entire world now knew that I was carrying Chris' child which meant added attention. I'd definitely have to keep a lower profile.
"I pulled up in front the studio, she got in the car and started cussin' me out and s***. Tellin' me she loves me and that I need to leave you alone and be with her. I told her she was crazy and she lost it. Started hittin' me and s*** and Mags I'm tellin' you, on my father and my sister I almost-" He caught himself, clenching his jaw tight. I looked down at the ground beneath me, not really sure of hat to say about everything.
"Look what's important is that you didn't do your worst. You will always be right for that." I said softly. He looked up at me quizzically.
"Why are you still here after everything I put you through?" He asked defeated.
"Because, I, no matter how much I don't like you sometimes, will still love you always. Plus I promised Mama Joyce that I wouldn't give up on you." I smirked.
"I was honest when I said that I was done with Robyn. I'm done and I was an idiot for ever screwing up with you." Said Chris. I smiled knowing his apology was genuine.
"That you were." I chuckled. He mushed my face with the palm of his hand. Silence fell over us.
"What was it...about her?" I asked curious to know what he was thinking all of the times he did me wrong.
"...I don't know. I don't think it was her as much as it was what she had offered me...the fame, the fortune...the success. I'm just in too deep." He spoke. I sighed when my phone alarm went off, letting us know that we were late for our appointment. I looked up the stairs.
"We're late. Lets go. We can talk more later." I said holding out my hand for him to grab. HE stood to his feet and pulled me into a bone crushing hug, but careful not to squish the baby. He let go and took hold of my hand, grabbing tightly like he used to. Walking up the stairs I looked down at our tangled fingers.
"Why do you hold on so tightly." I asked the question that had resurfaced after months.
"It's my way of making sure you're really here. Sometimes I feel like things are too good to be true..." He said as we walked up the final step and onto the second floor where the office was.
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"Tyson Kindle?" Called the receptionist. I smiled and rose out of my seat with Chris right behind me, we walked through the door to the back of the office and into a room where we found our doctor waiting.
"Hey Sharon, sorry we're late!" I greeted happily forgetting about every other stress in my world as I laid back on the table.
Sharon was a good friend of my mothers who held a beautiful soul, she's been around our family for a while and she treated me as if I were her own daughter. Chris fell in love with her when he first met her, claiming her as his older woman crush.
"Hey Ty pretty dress. Hey Chris. It's fine, gave me enough time to eat a snack." She joked. I chuckled softly.
"How you doin' Mrs. Wittiker?" Asked Chris flirtatiously, Sharon looked knowingly at him with a raised brown and a smirk. I chuckled raising my dress over my stomach as she prepped her tools.
"Chris. Knock it off." She said earning a giggle from him. Sharon spread the gel all over my stomach and I cringed at the feel of its cool temperature.
"Are you guys ready to find out the sex?" She smiled. My eyes must have gleamed out of my skull.
"Yes." We waited for a few moments as she began the ultrasound.
"How's mama? Haven't seen her lately. Working?" Asked Sharon.
"Always." I rolled my eyes playfully. They focused back on the monitor beside me, the sound of my baby's heartbeat and the tight grip of Chris' hand in mine.
"Ah.....there she is. A beautiful, healthy baby girl." Said Sharon.
The happiness was unexplainable. My heart went wild in my chest as the tears released themselves, sliding merrily down my cheeks. I looked over to Chris to see that he too was in tears.
"I have a baby girl?" He whispered to Sharon who smiled warmly back at him.
"She's everything." I spoke softly into the room.
"She is." Agreed Chris.
This was a moment I would cherish for life.
"To the ends of the earth, would you follow me. There's a world that was meant for our eyes to see.."
I slightly forgot who Jeremiah was! I wanna know what happened, RUN IT!
awww mann chris efff up. you could jst tell..
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I Hope He Didnt Do Anything Bad.....
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"This is the kind of music you listen to?" I asked Jeremiah, mildly surprised.
"I'm an Indie type person. Soft rock and blues is me." He responded keeping his eyes on the road.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Lord Huron. Song's called Ends of The Earth." I nodded. I loved their sound it was peaceful and fitting to my mood.
"Like em?" He asked.
"I do." I smiled.
I worried about Chris while we passed down the street. I called him yet again, but no answer.
"Still not pickin' up?" Asked Jeremiah.
"No, somethings wrong." I sighed feeling distress. I felt Jeremiah's eyes on me, but ignored them.
"How do you know?" He asked.
"Because, I could feel it." I whispered as we pulled into the parking lot outside of my doctors office.
Jeremiah raced out of the car and opened my door for me. I smiled my thanks and got out, holding my belly. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was lingering and didn't want to let up.
"Aye look. I see him." Said Jeremiah pointing behind me. There was Chris standing outside of the office with his phone in his shaking hand. I payed attention to his arm, his grip was tight on his phone and his arm jiggled around like he was trying to rid himself of nerves or something of the sort. I walked up to him with relief in my steps. Jeremiah followed close behind.
Meeting him halfway, Chris walked over to him and gave him a quick handshake.
"Congratulations, bro." Smiled Jeremiah.
"Respect Jay. Thanks a lot for dropping her off too. I got held up and had to speed over here so I wouldn't miss the ultrasound. Sorry Mags." Said Chris. I looked him in the eyes, I knew he was lying through his teeth.
Something was extremely off about him, but I couldn't place it.
"Aight, well imma take off, I gotta go to work. Imma hit y'all up.Congratulations again! Tyson, I got some paintings for your gallery." Said Jeremiah.
"Can't wait to see em. Thanks Jerry." I smiled hugging him goodbye. I watched as he got into his car and drove off and spun around to watch Chris who seemed to drop his cool composure.
The gut feeling in my stomach returning stronger than ever..
Lol.... you weren't supposed to let me be right! UGGHHHH! -___-
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Awwww!!! It's sad Chris already f***ing up before the baby gets here! RUN IT!!!
I waited outside of the church for five minutes before I began to grow worried. Chris wasn't here yet.
"You good? You need a ride somewhere?" Asked Jeremiah as he stood next to me on the side of the road. I watched down the street to my left to see if I could spot my car anywhere.
"Uh, nah I'm just waiting on Chris to pick me up. We're finding out the sex of the baby in about an hour." I grinned at Jeremiah. He beamed back at me.
"Wow. That's dope. What are you hoping for?" He asked.
"A healthy, beautiful boy, but Chris wants a girl." I chimed.
"Ahh!" Groaned Jeremiah, I chuckled looking over at him incredulously.
"What's wrong with that?!" I laughed. He giggled.
"Girls are trouble man. You think they're cute until they hit the double digits in age. Then..you're f***ed." He said.
"Oh whatever. I know how to handle females alright. I'll be fine with whatever pops out." I laughed.
"How do you know what raising a girl is like anyway?" I asked.
"I have two baby sisters." He answered.
"How old?" I asked.
"Eighteen and twenty--"
"Wha- they aren't babies! They're grown!" I giggled. Jeremiah rolled his eyes.
"They're pains in my ass is what they are." The laughter died down and the time continued to tick in my mind. I sighed.
"Look, about Paige and what happened--"
"Water under the bridge. It wasn't you who did the crime, and I know you were only trying to help. I was just heated. So we're good." Said Jeremiah as he pulled me into a warm hug. I pulled away and looked up into his green hues.
"Are you and Paige okay? I haven't asked her, I didn't wanna pry." I said.
"We've talked about it, after days of me begging her to hear me out. She came over, told me what happened and we made up. We're friends, if she should ever need me, I'm here for her and vice versa." He said.
"Do you still love her?" I pressed.
"Always." He answered. I didn't press on after that.
"So you and Breezy, come a long way huh?" He spoke.
"I read the papers. Y'all are in there like five out of seven days." He said.
"Yeah... we have. We're not together right now though, I needed a break from him. I couldn't hold onto him and his career, it got too heavy." I told him.
"Understandable. I commend you though, could tell you tried." He said.
"You've got the patience of a priest." I chuckled.
"So you and the dude that was holding the leash for you...y'all an item now?" He asked. I rose an eyebrow in question.
"Justin? Nah. He's my neighbor, lives upstairs. Really cool dude. We're just friends." I said.
"Does he know that?" Said Jeremiah.
"Of course." I spoke, looking down at the time on my phone once more. I dialed Chris for the first time since my wait.
It rang out. I shook my head disappointed.
"I think I'm gonna need that ride." I said staring into Jeremiah's patient eyes. He nodded and guided me to his car.
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I low key want to jump in this story and shake Tyson. Like seriously dude?! You can't be understanding for eeevvveerrryytthiinnngggg! Let the hoe off herself! lmao idc! She got more friends than just Chris and if he's telling the truth they haven't even really been talking! ugghhhhh I'm so annoyed. I mean I get it, but if that were ME? Nah. Tell ya ex jump off to find a new nigga to cry a river to. Not my nigga. I mean they're not together, but still. Robyn is the DEVIL! You see how she just lured him from CHURCH of all places? At that time?!! Eff all that. And he better be on time picking her up too. Like seriously. If Jerry has to end up taking her to this appointment................. and he rolling around in HER car. Imma be livid. More mad at Tyson for letting him leave her lol.
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I don't like how he left even if her grandmother died... like Tyson is a good one cuz I would have sure been like that's the broad you cheated on me with..
Idk, just don't like that and I feel like they only connected through music, Robyn aint nothing to him.. Like how do you cheat on somebody you say you love then rush off to be captain save a hoe to that female...
Everytime you write I get in my feelings.
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I stood around, staring into nothingness, it was white everywhere. My first thought was about how much this place, whatever it was, was in desperate need of some color. A few seconds in I realized that this wasn't normal. I was alone and feeling strangely empty.
"Tyson.." I spun around on the balls of my feet at the sound of Chris' voice.
"Chris." I called softly. He looked so peaceful and serine. I couldn't look away, this was the man I had fallen in love with. He walked towards me with a calm, radiating off of him and I met him halfway. There we stood in the middle of nothing.
"Don't be afraid of me." He whispered. His voice turned sad and thick as if he wanted to cry. My face contorted into one of confusion.
"..I-I'm not--" I stuttered.
"Please don't." He said as he reached out to touch my arm softly, his chest heaving. I flinched, his touch was ice cold. I looked up at him worried, grasping onto his hand trying to warm it up. I watched as he started to break out in cold sweats. My heart raced in my chest. I reached up to touch his face gently to calm him down, but it didn't seem to have any affect. He began to cry, the peaceful look that once was, had disintegrated in front of me and the tears slid their way down his caramel soft cheeks.
"Chris, baby calm dow--"
"DON'T BE AFRAID OF ME!!!!!...."
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"Aye Mags, you ready?" Asked Chris from outside of the bathroom. I opened the door and walked out ready to go.
"Yeah we can go." I said with a smile. I was glad that we were going to church together this morning, especially after my dream last night that still had me shuddering at the thought.
It had been way too long since Chris had been in God's house and I really thought he needed to be there.
"You wearin' heels? You sure that aint' gon' hurt your feet?" He asked brows furrowed. I stopped to look down at my feet. I usually hated to wear heels and dresses, but today I decided that I would just because we were going to church and I wanted to look like a girl today.
"I'm good. Besides if they start to be too much I'll just take em off and walk bare foot." I winked reminding him of the night he walked me home from the gallery event.
He smirked knowingly and followed me out into the car. We decided to take my car because it was less conspicuous and today was a day that Chris and I needed to handle without any press present. I buckled my seat around my pregnant stomach and he started up the car and pulled out of the lot.
"So how you feeling?" I asked Chris. I was somewhat troubled by my dream last night, not sure of what the message was. I wondered why he was so broken. He glanced over at me through his shades when his phone began to ring. He pushed the ignore button, silently apologizing to me. I smiled and grabbed hold of his hand softly.
"Honestly? I'm scared out my mind to go to church right now. I've been a horrible child.. I don't even know where to begin when I walk in there Mags." Spoke Chris. I could hear the weight in his voice and instantly became saddened at the sound.
"He won't shun you Chris, He's gonna welcome you with open arms, because you're gonna be there. What you're worrying about is small." I said. He shook his head, disagreeing.
"It's small to you, but to me..I did what I did. I can't take it back-I can't...erase it. Any of it. All the times I've f***ed up, with you and my family..my boys...its layered over my heart." He said.
"I'm almost done with all this bulls***, the fame, the fortune...it doesn't fix anything. Only makes things worse." Said Chris. I nodded in understanding.
"Then quit. I know you told me that if I ever had too much that you'd quit, but deep down you knew that I would never ask you to give up something so important to you..but I'm not asking for me, I'm asking you to give up for you." I explained.
"I can't just give up everything though, it doesn't go away that easily." He said.
"Fame, It's like trying to scrub the sharp off of a knife." He said. I nodded in understanding. His phone began to ring again. I looked down at the screen and saw Tray's name there.
"Answer it, it's the second time maybe there's something wrong." I said worried.
Chris sighed answering the phone and I put my attention back on the road ahead of us. We were about fifteen minutes away from church. I listened in on Chris' conversation.
"Yo?" He answered.
"....What?............s***." I looked over at his face to find a deep frown across his features. I knew something bad had happened.
"I can't man I'm on my way to church right now with Mags I--"
"...What the hell that got to do with me?! Tell em' call Mel or- I can't deal with this right n--"
"Chris what's wrong?" I interrupted. He looked over at me pulling the phone from his ear.
"Robyn's grandmother just passed, she's losin' it right now. Asking for me to meet up with her down at the studio or she don't know what she gon' do." He ranted. I sighed inwardly.
I was sad for her because she lost her family, I wouldn't wish loss on my greatest enemy. My lips tightened into a straight line before they made to speak.
"Go." I smiled a small smile. I knew Chris wanted to be there for her regardless of what happened between them, but I knew he also wanted to go to church and be with me this morning, he wasn't going to make up his mind unless I let him know that it was okay.
"I don't wanna make you upset or think that I'm choosing her over you, I'm not. It's just I know and she knows that I know how much she loved her grandmother I'm just gonna make sure shes g--"
"Go. It's okay, I'm not mad. I'll go to church and pray for you both. You can come with me next Sunday. Just make sure you pick me up at 12:30. Our appointments at 1:45. We can't be late Chris. You have to be there." I said seriously.
He sighed, bowing his head for a moment before looking back at the road and putting the phone back up to his ear. I kept my gaze on his aggravated face.
He was angry that he had to do this.
"Okay- aight-aight! Imma come over there right now. Tell her stay inside the studio." Said Chris before he hung up. He let go of a long breath before he ran a hand over his face. I rubbed his arm softly adding a chuckle.
"It's okay Chris. Drop me off at church and then go tend to her. I don't like it, but she needs someone she can trust." I finished.
He looked at me and right on cue, his song "As Your Friend" began to play softly in the background from the radio. I looked at it and back at him to find him looking at the radio as well.
"..I wrote this with you on my mind." He admit. I payed him close attention, a little shocked to learn that information.
"Never thought I'd have an angry ex write a song about me. Nice job, Taylor Swift." I teased. He smacked his lips.
"Girl." He said.
"Do you...like my music?" Asked Chris. I smirked.
"I do. It's feel good music. Who doesn--"
"Be honest with me Tyson. Please." He begged. I sighed.
"I am, I like your music. I just think..I think you need to start singing about what you really want to sing about, and if I know you as well as I think I do, what matters is not Lamborghini's and money and women...you used to have depth. All the songs you've ever written for people sound nothing like the songs you write for yourself. Why?" I asked.
"Because before.. I didn't want the people to know what I really thought, what was really in my head and how I felt..that would've been giving too much away. They would just use my words against me." He admit. I nodded.
"I could understand. I never knew that.." I said
"I get what you're saying though. I know I sing about material and rap about stupid s*** half the time. I'm workin' on something though, with Diddy." He said. My eyes widened, I was a big fan of his.
"Yeah?" I gasped. He smirked pulling up to the street next to the church.
I looked outside of my window to the many worshipers on the scene, waiting to give thanks. I spotted a few regulars and smiled.They must have a great relationship with God.
"Yeah girl, he's gon' release it next monday." He spoke excited. I smiled happy for him.
It was moments like this that made me never want to ask him to give it all up. I unbuckled my seat belt at the sound of the ringing bells outside of the church and rubbed my belly softly. Chris reached over and rubbed over my hand.
"Imma see you in an hour and a half babygirl." Said Chris to the baby. He looked up at me.
"I'm only doing this, because it's the right thing to do." He spoke reassuringly. I nodded smirking.
"It's a boy. See you soon." I said before getting out of the car when all I wanted to do in that moment was kiss him dead on the lips.
I walked up to the church and looked back one last time at Chris as the car sped off down the street. I sighed feeling something unsettling in the pit of my stomach. I rubbed it gently.
"Keep mommy safe today okay?" I whispered to my unborn baby before walking through the open door that was being held by a young gentleman. I grinned widely when I looked him in the eye.
"Thank you." I said. Jeremiah smirked back at me nodding shortly.
"No problem." He spoke. I walked in, turning to look at him.
"Wanna sit with me?" I dared to ask, not sure if he was still upset with me or not. He smiled.
"I could use the company." He replied. I looked around him for anyone who might have been his person, but found no one.
"I came alone." I looked up into his eyes again, grinning softly.
"It's good to see you." I said honestly. His eyes went softer, if it were any possible.
"It's good to see you too." He replied.
We walked up to the third row, where I usually sat when I was able to attend. I squeezed into the end of the row, glad to be by the isle, Jeremiah squeezed in next to me on the inside. Church would be starting in a few minutes. Sitting my purse onto the bench under me, I knelt down and clasped my hands together. Jeremiah followed suit.
"Congratulations.." He whispered. I grinned softly.
"Thank you, Jerry." I said before I began my prayers.
I needed to pray for a lot of people this morning and be thankful for a lot as well. Hopefully, Kelly was listening.
"And now we’re standing on the edge, looking like here we go again. I used to be your man but today, I woke up as your friend..."
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I haven't been able to comment lately but I have been reading.
Chris really needs to get his life back on track in order to win Tyson back.
I want to see him give up Music for Tyson like he promised. I feel like that's the only way she'll truly take him back.
RUNNNNNNNNNNNN IT <3
Dude...I'm still tripping she saw Daniel but I knew painting would get reality back in Chris.
At first I was like Tyson is letting him back in to easy but hey what the hell. And I know this might sound stupid but make Chris get Tysons name tatted on him.
My mind was all over the place with how Daniel got out of jail and one of the thoughts was Rihanna. What if Chris told her about Daniel and she wanted to get rid of Tyson just to have Chris to herself...I know its a stretch but hey my imagination is working lol
Listening to the Thrill got me thinking about my own damn life and all the drug s*** I use to be involved with until I realized my adventurous nature gets me in trouble and ppl I love killed...real talk...thanks thoughts...
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