I walked my teacup Yorkie, Snickers, down the street of my neighborhood. The real estate agent said a few celebrities lived nearby. I wasn’t really listening that day because I was busy thinking about other things. I made a right down a slight hill and came across people talking loud a few houses ahead. “Bae, just forget it!” A male’s voice yells. “Really Cas?” he smacks his lips. “Yes, Really!” A woman’s voice shouted back. “It’ll only take a minute!” I heard heels clicking and then a door open and close.
I hear the male cursing under his breath and then a car door slam. “Every time,” he groaned. I tried to put on my best ‘minding my business’ look as I sipped on my caramel frappe as I appeared with Snickers walking by. The angry male happened to be non-other than Chris Brown sitting on the stairs to his house. “How are you doing?” he politely smiled at me. “Fine, and yourself?” “Good,” he nods. I smile back and continue to walk.
“What’s his name?” Chris asked while pointing to my dog. I stop and glance at Chris and then down at my dog. “Oh, uh…this is Snickers.” “Snickers?” Chris laughs. “Yeah,” I giggle. “Is there something wrong with that name?” “Nah,” he shrugs. “I like it. Chris Brown,” he introduces himself. “Sofia Margueritte.” His eyes filled with curiosity. “The ballet dancer?” “Yes, that’s me.” I grinned. Ballet is what I was best known for, but I also did other genres, too. I was even on Dancing with the Stars one season. “Your mom was Sophia Marie.” Chris stated and I nodded in agreement. He stood up and walked over to me with amazement. “My mom went to all her ballet recitals back in the day. She was a huge fan.”
“Did you?” I asked. “Nah!” he rubbed the back of his head with a grin on his face. “Mm hm.” I smirked. “It was nice to meet you. I’m a fan of yours. Great music.” “Thanks.” Snickers barked as she was pacing back and forth. “Well that’s my cue. Snickers is probably hungry.” “Sorry Snickers for keeping you,” Chris looked down at the dog. Snickers stood on his back legs for a quick second, wagging his tail and letting his tongue hang out. He then jumped and twirled in the air. “Good boy!” Chris bent down a bit and clapped. “Do it again for ya boy.” Snickers did it again. “Ayeee,” I smile. “Alright. C’mon Snicks,” I keep on walking. “Bye.”
“See you around,” Chris waves and then turns around to find his girlfriend walking back out the door. “Bout damn time,” he walks up to his jetfighter. “Shut up,” Cassie rolls her eyes and walks around the hood of the car. Chris rolls his eyes and gets in at the same time as Cassie. “Please don’t fckin speed there, okay? We’ll make it.” “Yeah,” Chris closes his door and puts on his seatbelt. “Then you gon’ be complaining about why I wasn’t driving fast enough and that we’re late.” He put the car in reverse and carefully backed out of the driveway.
Cassie sighed. “Who was that? Looked like that ballet chick.” “It was. I think she lives around here.” he put the car in drive once he was all the way in the street and slowly drove off. They came up to a stop sign where Sofia was just making it to and Chris honked. Sofia waved as she turned the corner. “Ain’t that dog cute? He did a trick for me.” he turned the corner making a right. Cassie half-smiled rolling down the window. “I can do a trick,” she stuck her middle finger out the window towards Sofia. “Fck that btch."
“CASSIE!” Chris stomped on the breaks. “WHAT THE F-?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?!” Cassie laughed. “Chill she probably didn’t even see me.” Chris continued to drive and looked in the rearview mirror at Sofia picking up Snickers. He sighed and focused on the road. “You are something else Cassie. I don’t even know how I deal.” “Yeah you do,” she put her hands between her legs smiling. “That sht ain’t funny yo!” he got mad. “Aweee,” Cassie placed an open palm under his chin. “You mad?” He just shook his head and kept quiet.
I had picked up Snickers to then look ahead and see Cassie sticking her middle finger out the window. I looked all around and noticed I was the only person it was being directed to. “Btch.” I rolled my eyes and rounded the area back to my place. I walked into my home and let Snickers off the leash. Then I went to go get ready for my date to pick me up. He should be arriving in 30 minutes. I quickly took a shower and then got out to Snickers lying on the mat in front of the sink. He followed me to the bed where I rubbed lotion on and then got into my outfit. “How do I look?” I asked. Snickers barked uncontrollably. “Great,” I smiled and we went downstairs to wait.
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