Cast
Miya Chanell
Lauren Santiago
Elease Re'nee
Chris Santiago
Michael Woods
J.Cole
My Chanell,
I want to see you, Chanell. I haven't seen you in weeks.
I miss you, baby, I can't stop thinking about you.
Visit me instead of writing me half-ass letters.
I want to see what my son looks like.
Love,
Chris
Dear Chanell,
What the f***, Chanell? Where have you been?
I thought you were coming to visit me after all the s*** I've done for you.
I took the bullet for you when you lost ya goddamn mind that night so don't you forget who it was who had yo back when you needed me.
I love you, man. How could you play me like this?
Seriously,
Chris
Chanell,
I'm sure that the judge isn't going to go easy on me.
Despite your confidence early on in the trial, I'm more than certain that I will never be a free man.
In the little time that I have, I want to see you and our son, Chanell.
I still love you and as I've already demonstrated, I am even willing to get locked up for you.
Come to the prison, Chanell, and bring my son. Please, baby, you know you're all I have.
Chris
Kommentare
No Runs???
Oh Well f*** it
I'll add tomorrow
Thanx No_replica for being a loyal reader.
"Chanell, this is Chris. Please return my sister's vase. Call me back from this number. Bye" Chris sighed and hung up his cellphone, leaning his head back over the top of his desk chair. He had called and left messages for Miya Chanell although the police officers advised him against contacting her. Chris pulled his exhausted body back up straight and opened up one of his textbooks to study like he always did on a Friday night. The clock read 7:49 pm, and Chris was probably the only 25-year-old not in a club or at a party getting drunk and having a good time out with friends.
BUUZZZZZZZ!! Chris jumped up, slamming his hand on his cellphone and answering the incoming call. "Chanell?" He asked, excited and relieved. "Naw nigga it's J," his best friend said dryly, "but I can pretend to be Chanell for you. What are you wearing?" J.cole busted out laughing, causing Chris to laugh aloud, too. Chris smiled to himself; he hasn't spoken to J in a very long time, and He often thought about calling him but never came around to it. "How are yo-""Answer the question." J insisted, and Chris awkwardly responded, "A shirt and some pants?" J burst out into laughter again, "No underwear, Chris? What has med school done to you? I know Ma raised you better than that!"
Chris smacked his hand against his forehead and said, "How are you?" J.cole continued to softly chuckle at his little joke and replied, "I'm getting married!""What?" Kelly was taken aback, and J, sensing his brother's shock and discomfort, quickly stated, "Yeah, man. This is my invitation; I can't afford fancy letters in the mail and my computer is broken so don't expect an email with updated info." Chris tried to interrupt but J shushed him and continued, "Do you have a piece of paper and a pencil? You may want to write some of this stuff down." He paused, waiting for Chris to get himself together, but he didn't respond.
"What the heck, J man We haven't talked in months and you're getting married? Who are you dating? I mean, marrying? Has Lauren met her?" Chris clenched his fingers around his cellphone and stood up from his desk. Feeling a bit unbalanced, Chris walked over to his cot about 10 feet away from his work area and threw himself onto it. "Damn!" J choked out a fake laugh. "So many questions! I'm overwhelmed!" Chris rolled his eyes; He was always the last to know about everything. No one informed him about any decisions until they were already made.
"Yeah, I'm sorry." J admitted, "This was a complete surprise for me, too! Now we're planning a small ceremony, and-" A lump formed in Chris's throat. "What happen to us never getting married nigga we made a pac now you pull this... I don't even know who you are anymore what the f***??" "Her name is Elease, and-" For the second time, Chris slammed his hand on his cellular phone, and he disconnected the call.
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"Chris!" Chanell called to him across the street and Chris almost tripped over himself. As he walked across the busy road to the beautiful woman, his heart began to pump faster in his chest. Despite his school-boy-in-love reactions, he reminded himself why he was really meeting up with her again. "Hi. Give me the vase," He asserted rather tensely, and Chanell grinned at him, amused. She tossed her flat-ironed, hair over her shoulder and folded her arms. "That's how you greet the person you tracked down and who you slept with?" Chris's eyes twitched, and he replied sharply, "It is 'with whom you slept' And yes, especially since you stole from my Sister and left in the middle of the night! Now give me the damn vase, and I'll be on my f***ing way!"
Wtf! That b**** is crazy!
Run it!
"Now you bring her down here for some breakfast and get her outta here before noon," Lauren demanded and pushes passed Chris, making her way to the bagels and breads next to the table. Chris started to walk towards the stairwell, but stopped and turned to his sister, "Um...you don't have to be so rude Ren... I'm sorry about Last night it was just... It happened all at once and I didn't think it through.." Lauren grabbed a pack of bread and stared at him as he ranted."Chris you woke everyone up?!? "I thought you were asleep!" Despite her urge to throw the pack of bread at his head, Lauren chuckled, "Doesn't make it any better but whatever; Now get your friend down here and introduce me to win my favor." Lauren turned away, concealing her smile and relief that her Brother finally got some action and from the way he was glowing, maybe something more.
Chris ran up the stairs. "Phew!" he thought to himself as he reached the top. He surveyed where he slept and the huge bundle of blanket next to his spot. He knelt down on the cot slowly and rested his hand on the peak of the bundle. "Hey, um.. You hungry? My sister made breakfast." No response. Chris shook the bundle again. "Come on, wake up. I must've worn you out last night but we're busted, and now you have to walk the walk of shame with me." Chris grinned to himself, remembering all the walks of shame he had to endure during high school and college. Oh, those were the days, and he missed them! His sense of achievement didn't last long though. What he craved the most was companionship-the sharing a bed with another person. He smiled to himself and shook the blanket again. But the strange woman didn't reply. Chris poked the blanket deeply, not feeling any resistance. "What the.." He whispered, flipping the blanket back and revealing an empty spot with only 4 dollars and some change left behind.
Chris stared only for a few seconds then dashed across the cot for his jeans, fishing through the pockets thoroughly. "f***! MY WALLET!" He stomped furiously at the floor, releasing years worth of dust and mold from the planks. Cough profusely, Chris combed through the rest of the room for his iPod, laptop, and other valuable; They were all there, thankfully. "Chris," Lauren called sweetly from the foot of the stairs. Chris sprung up from his make-shift bed and ran to the top. "Yeah?" He asked, eyes watery from the coughing. Lauren's sweet expression faded into an agitated one as she spoke, "Your friend left a note." Chris flew down the stairs and almost ripped the note in half. It read, "Thanks for the wild night! All you had was 4 bucks so I left that. Uh.. we should do this again! Tell your twin I said sorry about the vase in her bathroom. It looks really expensive... xoxo Chanell 671-7908"
Chris shut his eyes, wanting to cry out of embarrassment and betrayal. "Those were my boyfriend's ashes," Lauren stated calmly, "Just get'em back before I hunt this girl down and hurt her." She limped back to the kitchen table, sat down, and began to enjoy her breakfast. Chris collapsed on the stairs trying to make sense of what just happened.
Run it please ive been looking for this!
It's been a min since I added to this story....
I'm bringing it back.
So please run it
Attitude in the morning!
lauren can't speak to no one?
um...it's, good mornTing
chris! thanks for bringin
some crazy btch to the crib!
and i had to kill that ho!
lmao jp jp but urmmmmmmmmmmm
where tf that crazy btch go?
run it
"CHRISTIAN MIGUEL SANTIAGO!" A shrill shout sounded up the attic stairwell, abruptly wakening the 25-year-old from his fantasies of a browned-haired beauty. Chris groaned in his groggy VA accent, "What Lauren, what do you want?" Impatient for the answer, Chris swung his legs onto the dusty wooden planks of the attic floor and lifted himself up from his make-shift cot. He extended his arms upward, pushing him entire body towards the ceiling like he did when he was a child in hopes that his fingers would grace the popcorn paint. "Still can't reach," Chris sighed, dropping his arms and galloping down the stairs. Half way down, he knocked a photo frame of his older brother and his family. Two bright boys and a dedicated wife. Things that Chris didn't have, but he hopes to have.
Once he reached the kitchen, he remembered that he did not have a shirt on but decided to continue deeper in the house anyway. "Lauren girl if you don't answer me." He said, sitting down at the kitchen table out of sheer habit. "Mhm," his Twin sister replied, treading her way out of the pantry with a bowl full of eggs. Her lips were pressed together tightly as she struggled to keep a grip on the glass bowl. See Lauren Was recently in a car accident. She now has a broken leg "Lemme help you with that," Chris jumped up and gently removed the bowl from her grasp. He swiftly cracked all the eggs into the bowl, disposed of the shells, and grabbed a fork with which to beat the eggs.
Lauren began to prepare a pan for some bacon and sausage as Chris returned and beat the eggs into a uniformly smooth liquid. "What did you call me for?" Chris asked. Lauren sucked his teeth, generating a sharp sound that resonated in Chris's memories of his childhood all too well. She paused for a moment, deciding whether or not his question was out of line. She poked at the meat sizzling on the pan in front of her for a moment then stated sternly, "Don't you ever pull this low-class s*** again!"
Chris's cheeks blossomed into a deep red blush as he stared at his sister "uh..""I don' t want to hear it! If you want to act like you weren't raised right, than go ahead! Got the tenants calling me, complaining about the noise!" She slowly turned around and walked passed him, placing a fresh plate of bacon and sausages on the table. As she walked across the spacious kitchen again to pour the egg mixture onto the greasy pan, Chris collected his thoughts, remembering how he had brought some random girl he picked up on the side of the highway to his sister's house last night. And they didn't sleep.
in my ::SpongBobVoice::
"im ready, im ready" lol
run it
Chanell is just straight gangsta lol....boy oh boy Chris how could you have not seen this from the beginning she had you from the moment you pulled over....its a wrap from here. ready for more???
adding right now
Run it ladies
Hell yeah!
Push her crazy ass out!
Tf she think she is!
Omg..
Run this.
smh. push that btch
out the car Chrisss!
run it
"You smoke 3 packs per day?" Chris inquired innocently, watching her ass through the short shorts she had on, looking for God-knows-what. Oh, she was searching for a hat, and Chris just noticed as she tugged it over her head how curly and kinky her hair looked and probably felt, but Chris kept his urge to touch her hair to himself. He, growing up with a black mother, knew better than to try that.
"Uh, duh! Um, you mind seeing if you can fix my car or something?" She sighed, glanced back at his 2012 Bentley she could tell he had money
Chris opened the hood of her car again, prepared to display his manliness to the Sexy yet crazy woman but started to cough as the fumes shot out into his face. The woman laughed heartily while transporting her luggage and crap into Chris's car while he was distracted, manipulating His good nature. "What happened here?" He shouted, calming down his cough and observing the car like he was a mechanic even though he know s*** about cars. Hell, he didn’t even learn to ride a bicycle!
"Hell if I know!!" She shouted in reply, struggling to keep her shoulder-length brown hair out of her face as she dragged more bags into the back of his car and truck.
Chris laughed, pretending to understand her response, continued to poke at the engine and fan away the smoke column. He decided to be ballsy, thinking she was observing him because she was being particularly quiet, and punch at the doo-dad that was breathing out smoke. By the grace of god, the smoke stopped and the woman gasped. Flexing his muscles, Chris slammed the hood back down and brushed his hands off on his jeans as she shoved the last article of loose clothing into the backseat of his vehicle. He heard his car door slam and looked up to see his car jam-packed with her stuff.
"What the hell?" He said mostly aloud as she climbed in. She lit another cigarette, throwing the one she just smoked out of the driver’s seat window and onto a passing car. Satisfied with herself, she sat back and smiled at Chris with her eyes. His gasp was almost audible but she had good ears. "So, you gonna take me with you or what?" She asked, smiling at him from the passenger's seat. Chris hesitated, "We're going opposite ways." He searched his brain trying to figure out when he agreed to this trip and remembered an article he read about serial killer's accomplices but when she looked at him, he couldn't shake himself out of a sudden trance. "Nonsense, I'm going to LA!" She replied, contradicting her story before but he didn't notice.
"Come on," She flipped open the passenger's seat mirror and read his information, "Mr. Chris Santiago...Lets go!"
Hell naa.
That lady is NUTS!
Lol.
Run this.
She do seem crazy
Run chris Runnnnn!
Keep going Im liking it
Run it like DMC!!
lmao who dat chick
he done picked up
i think he should leave
regardless...she seem
crazy
run it
RUNS
WHoaaa... I like it...
Reminds me of prison song.
RUN IT CHICK!!!
One quiet night, Chris decided to take the highway to LA to visit his Twin Sister Lauren , who lives in Chinatown, and to escape his busy medical studies. He was minding his own, stuck in traffic, at about 10 o'clock pm when he spotted a Crown Vic on the shoulder lane with a busted rear end. “Oh, s***,” Chris thought, as he pulled his car over.(PLAY ME UP UNTIL THE NEXT ADD) As he pulled up behind the slab, he noticed smoke rising from the propped-up hood and the lower half of a toned female body bent over under it. Chris quickly unbuckled his seat-belt, opened his driver's side door, and hopped out, being the good Samaritan as he is.
"Miss!" He called, jogging over to the front of the car, noticing luggage, cigarettes, and fast food bags thrown about inside. The car was a hot f***ing mess.
"Miss," He touched the shoulder of an obviously idiotic woman, oblivious enough to stick her head in smoke columns. "Are you alright?."
Straightening up, the Brown-haired woman backed away from the car with a cigarette in her mouth. She inhaled deeply through her pink lips, causing the lit end of the tube to light. Her one green eye and one hazel eye observed Chris for a moment, then she spit out her Cigarette and searched her pockets. She towered over Chris in her clear pumps, looking at him over her shoulder as he stood there, partially amazed by her beauty yet discomforted by her presence. "You smoke?" She addressed him abruptly, and he nodded, quietly handing her the pack that he secretly keeps on his person. Chris bit his lip; She is just too beautiful, he thought, because the light-brown-skinned beauty was like nothing he had seen before.
She lit up one and grinned at him, almost melting his shy demeanor. "I'm driving up from the city, ya know? I bought enough of those f***ers to last me a WEEK!" She made some exaggerated hand gestures, walking over to the side of her car and throwing Chris's pack in the mess of clothes in the backseat. “First priority, get more cigarettes,” Chris repeated to himself, "I got into a fight with my boyfriend, ya know? And that motherf***er got me smoking like 21 squares in one hour!” She continued, rummaging through her belongs, causing Chris to wonder why he was standing there watching her as she went on and on about her problems , “That faggot always saying stupid s***!" She deepened her voice, "Oh, Chanell, you f***ing whore! You don't know what you're talking about! blah blah blah!" Thinking to himself she'd crazy and he should just leave.
I need more runs
yes you should! i likes
dang thats gotta hurt for
the first time. should
stayed with what he was used
to
run it
Chris Santiago as the typical medical student at an elite all-white university: Token, unpopular, and lonely. Determined, focused, and with no distractions, Chris spent most of his life studying by himself in his dorm room while his roommates were having sex with their professors, crushes, friends and everybody else on campus. This was an everyday thing to Chris’s cold bed sheets, and since his masculinity was always being questioned, Chris did--how should I say this?--some stupid s***... He fell in love In his desperation for physical intimacy.
Fortunately, Chris wasn't always this way, especially when he was an undergraduate at UCLA. Chris had a whole entourage full of friends at his heels every weekend and a different woman (or two) on his arm every month. With good-looks and charm, Chris Santiago had always gotten what he had wanted from professors, peers, and anyone else lucky to be graced by his presence. Chris had the best of both worlds all through high school and college, but suddenly this lifestyle disappeared, leaving him confused, desperate, and alone. This transformation came when Chris let his guard down for the first time, and although the love affair was perfect, he got his heart broken for the first time as well. It’s been a slippery sloop since then.
Should i keep going?? Feedback please
RUN IT :)