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For The Record {Chapter 55 Added} {3/10/13} {I'M BACK!!!}

HI! :) Haha, this is my first CB story so let me know what ya think!

<em>Cause when I'm looking in your eyes
Feels like the first time
Give me one good reason why
We can't just press rewind</em>

The lyrics spill out on the page without much effort. She doesn’t have to try hard. They’re embedded in her brain and easily transferable to the paper. She tries her damn hardest to withhold the tears that are threatening to fall. Her make up for today isn’t waterproof and she doesn't feel like taking time out to do it over because her jolted emotions can’t control themselves. Misty eyes are as far as she’s letting it go. He’s not worth her tears. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Then again, she’s been telling herself a lot of untrue things lately.

Sighing heavily, <a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/558604_298229126926725_100002189217716_659503_781618814_n.jpg" target="_blank">Layla “Lala” Brown</a> sets the pen and paper to the side. She doesn’t feel like writing anymore. The sudden urge she previously had to finish the song is no longer there. She gets up from the writing desk and makes her way over to her California King Size bed. Yanking the covers back, she slides in the warm bed, huddling under the covers. The vacancy next to her is impossible to ignore. She lies on her back. Her long jet-black hair splays all over the pillow. She does not bother wrapping it up. She sees no reason to; it’s not as if she has to wake up tomorrow looking presentable for <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CXZz9nlRxAc/TTOpwb80rXI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MeXtIsBBRYc/s1600/chris+brown11.jpg" target="_blank">him</a>. He won’t be there.

She winces slightly thinking about where he is. She doesn’t know exactly, but she has a pretty damn good guess. A guess that makes her heart ache even more. She wonders how she got there. How they got there. She has a good life. At the tender of age of 20, she lives a life most people would kill to have. Her debut album went multi-platinum and won her two Grammy's along with countless other awards. She has sponsorships with mega companies like Juicy Couture, Nike, South Pole, etc. She successfully ventured into the acting business and received critical acclaim for all her performances. Millions of girls look up to her and want to be just like her. Guys think she’s sexy as hell. Most importantly, she’s the wife of international superstar Chris Brown. Yet, she’s miserable as hell.

Her eyes start to water even more as she thinks on how much things had changed. She knew marriage was going to be hard, but she never thought it would be this difficult. She always knew she would never be enough for Chris, sexually. How could she? She was inexperienced when it came to sex before Chris. She knew the logistics of it, but that was it. She was clueless when it came to what guys liked, what turned them on and all the right places to attack. He wasn’t. He knew exactly what to do and was perfect at it. He constantly reassured her that she was fine in bed and shouldn’t worry so much. She blindly listened to him. She should have known better. If she was really fine in bed, why the hell was he out somewhere f***ing one of his many whores?

She wanted to believe, if not her skills in bed, then maybe her undying love for Chris would keep him from straying. Their love should have been enough. But it wasn’t not anymore. They weren’t the same people they were almost two years ago. His love for her has diminished and she wonders if there is any hope for them. So much has happened.

Is it too much to overcome though?

Commenti

Sooooooooooo I'm a new reader :) and it ook me 2 days to read this story all the way from the beginning and it's really good! but its been like 6 mnths since you updated whats going girlllll you can't just leave it hanging like that!! well i mean you can but i would be happy if you came baack and continued it lol

runnnnnnnnnnnnnn

i decided to get up here for the day, and looked what i found. :O you added! omg, i missed you, well...this story, lmao. i'm only kidding Amby. But omg. :O

YOU ADDED.

CHRIS IS THERE.
OMG. OMG. OMG.

LALA PLEASE GIVE HIM SOME WORDS.
PRONTO.

BUT.
OMG.
YOU ADDED.
LOL.

-kianna.

I was just thinking about this story and you added!!! I've missed this story. You are an amazing writer and I love this story. Can't wait to find out what happens next...
Run It

finally caught up
Chris and Layla been through hell and back bout 100 times in this story
What's the deal now?!

Trick run this!

I'm still here tryna catch up... been tryna catch up since what.... SUNDAY!

Dammit bamby! Why are your adds so LONG?!?!?!?

Sorry guys. No update today. crazy busy. I MIGHT have it up by the end of tonight, but it'll most likely be tomorrow. :/

Sorry....

But I'm still here. Haha.

~Amby

lol u best remember it

:-(

Let me see if I remember my log in password lol

:-(

Let me see if I remember my log in password lol

ur gonna have to come on yahoo missy... i cant get in to my messages :-(

@Toya Check yo messages tehe

lol she comes back and starts calling me out my name... this damn hoe lol

im well girl, here doing my nails and just chilling... and getting old lol

we need to catch up! NOWWWW

WGGLWJP'GIRLSH'GNPI'VLHWG!!!

@TOYA! b**** I MISSED YOUR AMAZINGLY TALENTED ASS! AND YES! YOU NEED TO CATCH YOUR ASS WAYYYYYYYYY UPP. Tehe. :) Hru?

@Myluv4chrisbrown

Awwww! Thank you! It's good to be back! :D

XoXoAmbyXoXo

Dude!!!! I missed you and your story

k i need to catch up with the story as well, so gonna do that now

i aint posted a comment on this site in the longest and the fact you're back has me happy!

trick i have missed you!!!!

::.Chapter 55.::

*No One’s POV*

“Don’t make no damn sense.” Lala mumbles, running her hand through her locks. She leans against the elevator wall. She feels a ting of remorse and guilt about her tweet, but she can’t let go of her anger at him. Words can’t describe the pain she felt at Chris’s rejection of their unborn child. Their second chance.

“Son of a b****,” she wipes at her misty eyes. Suddenly, the elevator comes to a halt and the door opens. Lala is suddenly met with the face of an elderly, white woman.

“Hi,” Lala smiles.

The lady simply looks her up and down and, with a “huff,” clutches her purse closer to her and walks in the elevator, standing as far away from Lala as she can.

Lala looks at her as if she’s insane, “b**** please, ain’t nobody trying to rob your old wrinkly ass.”

The woman spins around and flashes her an appalled look, “Excuse me?”

“Heifer you heard what I said.” Lala rolls her eyes.

“Girl, how dare you speak to me in that tone of voice.” The woman scolds, wagging her veiny hand in front of Lala’s face.

“Hoe, don’t be calling me no ‘girl.’ Do I look like your slave? Am I calling you ‘massa’? Hell no. I’m a grown ass woman and this woman bout to whoop your ancient ass if you don’t get that decaying finger out my face.”

Thankfully, the doors open and Lala doesn’t even bother to say anything else to the racist. She just walks out. “Gon make me lose my religion.”

“Doesn’t take much apparently,” A smooth voice says. Lala stops dead in her tracks and spins around to the source of the comment. She pauses for a moment, somewhat dumbstruck by the gorgeous man in front of her. He’s tall, probably the same height as Chris, with dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes.

<em>Damn he’s fine,</em> Lala thinks to herself. Nevertheless, she pushes aside his physical appearance and focuses on his rude comment. “Excuse me?” She places a hand on her hip.

The man chuckles and stuffs his hands in his pockets, “You’re still the same.”

Lala glares at the man, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I’m <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/tumblr_m192i9fVdh1rrsb0do1_500_large_zps701fc898.jpg" target="_blank">Caleb</a>,” he extends out his hand. “Caleb Montgomery. I lived down the street from your grandmother. She used to babysit my brother and me. I remember when you use to visit.”

“Hold up,” Lala holds up her hands. “I’m sorry, Caleb, is it? But
I honestly have no idea who…..” Lala trails off as memories slightly start to return to her. “Wait…..Caleb…..are you the kid that used to always say-“

“That I was gonna marry you some day?” He finishes off with an embarrassed look on his handsome face. “You would remember that….”

Lala cracks a small smile, “Not really, I just recall my grams telling me about it.” She pushes a string out of her face and shakes his hand. “I’m sorry about how I was acting earlier; it’s just been a stressful past few days.”

Caleb shrugs it off, “No worries, what brings you back here?”

Lala’s smile falters slightly, “Grams hasn't been doing too well health wise….”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Caleb offers apologetically. He flashes a small smiles, “I almost forgot how deep your dimples are…”

“Oh God, I hated those things back then and I still hate em’ now.”

“Why?” Caleb laughs. “I think they’re cute.”

“Oh please,” Lala blushes and rolls her eyes. “Maybe on you, but not on me. Yours have a sexy appeal about them, mine’s just look like deformities.”

“You think I’m sexy?” Caleb asks, with a c**ky grin.

Her face reddens, “Don’t flatter yourself Montgomery.”

The two share an elongated look that causes Lala to feel things she knows she should not—like attraction.

Someone clearing their throat causes the two to tear their gazes from another.

Lala turns to look at Mickie staring at the scene before them with judgmental eyes.

“Hey, what’s up?” Lala asks, looking at her cousin, but feeling Caleb’s intense glare.

“We’re ready to go……” Mickie trails off, looking back and forth between Caleb and Lala. “I’m sorry, was I interrupting something-“

“No,” Lala cuts her off. “I was just about to leave. “ She turns to look at Caleb. “It was nice seeing you again.”

“Same.” He smiles at her, wanting to ask for her phone number. But before he even builds up the courage to do so, she’s already walking off with Mickie.

-CONT.-

Mickie cuts the mini reunion between Lala and her family short bombarding her with questions about Caleb. She tries to convince her cousin that it was just an innocent exchange between old friends, but Mickie thinks otherwise.

“Honestly Lala, did you not see the way he was looking at you?” Mickie hisses, as the two rides in the car on the way to their grams house.

“No, I didn't Mickie.” Lala says curtly. “Because he wasn't looking at me any kind of way. Stop jumping to conclusions.”

“Stop being naive Lala,” Mickie scolds. “That man likes you and you’re a complete fool if you think otherwise.”

“And so what if he does like me? What’s the big deal? It’s not like I like him back.”

“Yet,” Mickie shoots back sharply. “You’re in a vulnerable position right now, with everything that’s happened with Chris and your pregnancy and all. You need to be careful whom you choose to associate yourself with. I’m-“

“So what, you think I’m so devastated over what Chris did to me, I’d just jump in bed with the nearest man I see?” Lala glares, growing defensive and upset over her cousins claims. Even though, deep down, she knows Mickie has a point.

“You know damn well that’s not what I’m trying to say Layla. Stop putting words in my mouth.”

“Stop trying to treat me like I’m some f***ing child Makayla.” Lala’s words are sharp and, for a second, Mickie is shocked at her cousin’s reaction.

“Stop acting like one,” Mickie crosses her arms. “Ya know Lala, judging from how crazy and defensive you’re acting with me; I’m starting to think that you’re already developing feelings for this guy.”

Lala opens her mouth to respond (with some colorful words) when her car door is suddenly whipped open and someone yanks her out her seat to pull her into a bear hug.

“What the f***!” She screams, ready to fight the person off when she realizes whom it is. “Damon? Damon!” She screeches, throwing her arms back around him.

“Sup Lil Bridges,” Damon smiles down at his younger sister. Suddenly, a stern expression crosses his handsome features. “Why the hell are your clothes so damn tight?”

Lala slaps him and rolls her pretty eyes, “Boy, you need to stop with all that. You are not my damn husband and you sure ain't daddy.”

“Remind me to talk to Chris about your crazy ass.” Damon scoffs, placing an arm around his sister.

Her smile immediately drops, “He’s not with me.”

“Obviously,” Damon rolls his eyes. “He inside with Drake.”

“What?!” Mickie, who by now, is in deep conversation with her sisters, yells in unison with Lala.

As if on cue, a smiling Drake and Chris walk out the house. Once they spot their significant others though, their smiles immediately drop.

<strong>_FTR_

<strong>Errmmm so….how bout them Falcons?

<strong>*cowers*

<strong>PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!!!

<strong>I feel so horrible. My mouth literally dropped when I saw it’s been like 3 or 4 months since I last updated. A lot has happened though and well…..yeah…just a lot of s*** went down. And, let me just say, you’d be surprised how many “friends” you have that smile in your face and talk behind your back…..

<strong>On a sadder note, I don’t know if any of you have heard of the website EliteCreativity. Well, I had my story posted on there as well and had amazing readers and the stupid site domain took the site down. So, I lost all my readers, reviews and everything. Needless to say, I was devastated.

<strong>BUT I’m gonna try to get back in my old habit of updating this story a couple times a week. My school schedule is very strict but I miss the s*** out of this story and all of ya’ll, so this is kinda a needed pastime.

<strong>Not much happened in this one but....just stay tuned....skeletons are about to come out the closet....

<strong>Oh, and in the absence…. I've come up with a lot of ideas……oh yea….be prepared *evil smirk*

<strong>Anyway…..yeah….

<strong>RUN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</strong>

no rush (: but let me jut say i'm in love with this story . i want the chris and layla that were pre-wedding . or atleast pre-baby #1 , just their attitudes . if they keep keepin secrets its gonna go nowhere

yo yo Bamby
check your messages when u get on nxt

Sorry ya'll. This week has been CRAZY and it will be until like...Sat....I'll try to squeeze in an update before then. Not sure how good it'll be since I'm only getting like...4 hours of sleep every night. :/ But ya'll are so f***ing awesome...I feel bad for making you wait...so I persevere. Lol.

Stay tuned and can I just say how awesome it is to hear from ya'll? Like the ones I never hear from. I love when people pop up. It always makes me smile. :D Tehe. Keep it coming!

Stay Tuned.

~Amby

run it

Ughh. I finally got caught up! Chris is not even excited abt the baby...he wants to abort it! Aint that some ishhh... anywaysss Lala dnt have problems and if she did its bcuz of Chris dumb self!! He got some nerve! Runnn quickly..

aww , poor Lala. WTF! How in the shxt did Trey get her phone? Bastard. -_- I really hate hi damn ass. Them stuck up ass girls can kiss her ass! Smh. Calling her a whore? Smh. She was sending it to her man! Hell, Trey can go to hell and rot in it! MUTHAFCKA! Lmaaaao. Anyways, Lala was so much better than me--I would have cussed them girls out and snapped on her mom. Crystal is beyond ridiculous, like damn. The way that she treats her is stupid! Smh. I'm glad her dad is around to take up for her most of the time. Oh yeah!! Chanel's outit was cute! And her iPhone! Shoot, wish mine could be dazzled out! ^_^ awwwwww! Chris was hella concerned about her, that's sweet! Really sweet! Even way back in their young dating days, they did things for one another and would always try to be there. Tehehehe, I hope he can help her feel better. :)

I loved this flashback.
Run this ASAP!

stuck up bitxhes & trey is just going to hell . the pastor can't really believe his son is a perfect angel , can he ? glad chris didn't mess with draya . not a good look . yes , a baby wouldn't make things right but he could still help her through her traumatized past . chris shouldn't have let her go without him nor should he have told her he needed space . i feel something bad about to happen & idk if it'd be trey , justin , or that carla chick , whom is incredibly weird . be careful on that plane chris .

can SOMEBODY ANYBODY jus drop kick her momma in the neck one time??
she be all outta hand for what?
she just b evil for no reason at all i dont see how she aint just run away and never come back nobody wanna feel ilke if they even breathe they gon b in trouble or get yelled at aint nobody ot time for that
i think it was so cute that chris was able to hear that something was wrong with his boo
THAS RIGHT!
now wating on a new add didnt have much to say on this one

::.Chapter 54.::

*FLASHBACK*

“You betta be on your best behavior little girl,” <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/lisaraye1.png" target="_blank">Crystal</a> scolds, looking at her daughter through the rear view mirror. “I don’t wanna hear us say no damn ‘naw’ or ‘yea’. It’s yes mam and no sir, you hear me?”

Lala mentally rolls her eyes, “Yes mam.” <em>I don’t even wanna be here……</em>

“And another thing-“

“Enjoy yourself,” <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/IdrisElbaPremiereRocknRollaArrivalsTIFFtCKbTEsC2Qzl.jpg" target="_blank">Marcus</a> cuts off his wife, who he’s sure plans to go on and on with her list of rules.

<em>Like that’s gonna happen</em>

Lala thinks to herself, wanting to ask why she even has to go, but decides against it. It’s a known fact that Crystal, although never one to kiss ass, likes to be involved in “important” events.

Meaning, whenever she’s invited to something she likes to consider “upscale,” she goes crazy trying to make sure everything is important. So, when one of her wealthy and best customers invited she and her family to accompany her to an event at The Founders Inn, Crystal was more than willing to accept.

Unfortunately, Crystal drags along her husband and daughter who would rather not deal with the haughty people.

A vibration in her bra disturbs her and she pulls out her <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/tumblr_m601hqXcbY1rthk9qo1_500_large.jpg" target="_blank">iPhone</a> (an undeserved gift from Chris (after losing hers), in her opinion) and smiles when she sees it’s a <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/tumblr_md5k208v8X1qziv3so1_1280.jpg" target="_blank">text</a> from Chris.

She blushes profusely. She loves receiving random texts like this from him. They always manage to put a smile on her face.

<strong>Not as much as I f***ing love you.<3 I miss you. Can’t wait to see you tonight. (:</strong>

Lala fiddles with her thumbs while waiting for his reply.
<strong>I miss you too bae. What time u gon be done?</strong>

Lala sighs and glances at her mother who seems occupied with her own cell.

<strong>Idek. She already starting so hopefully not too long. I’ll text you when we on our way home.</strong>

“You texting him?” Crystal asks bleakly, looking at her daughter through the rearview mirror.

“Yes mam,” Lala sighs, looking down at her lap.

“Ain’t you gonna see him tonight?”

Lala bites her tongue to keep from making a smart-ass comment, “We’re just finalizing things.”

“Hmmph,” Crystal sounds.

<strong>Aight. Have (Try to) have fun. I’ll see you tonight.</strong>

-oOo-

The event isn’t as boring Lala thought it would be. The decorations are incredible and the entertainment isn’t half bad either. The people on the other hand are a different. They’re not all stuck up like she thought they would be, but a few are and it annoys the s*** out of her.

Right now, her mother is conversing with the <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/_desperate_housewives_cast_sign_new_contracts_for_season_8.jpg" target="_blank">woman who invited her and some of her friends.</a>

“Layla,” The woman, whose name she believes is Laura addresses her.

“Mam?” Lala smiles politely, remembering her moms’ earlier warning.

“You remember my daughter Rachel, don’t you?”

Lala’s smile drops just as quick as it appeared. She knows Rachel very well. The b**** has made her life a living hell ever since her first day at Constance Billard School.

“I know her,” Lala forces out. “We go to school together.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Laura giggles. “I forgot about your scholarship.”

“Yes well,” Crystal pauses for a moment and Lala can tell she wants so bad to say something. “Scholarship or no scholarship, Layla is doing exceptionally well. She’s already been offered early acceptance into Harvard, Yale, Oxford, Spellman, <em>and</em>Princteon.” Crystal gloats.

Lala inwardly smirks to herself. The shocked look on Laura and her stuck up friend’s faces are priceless.

“Spellman….” The woman who looks Latina wonders aloud. “Isn’t that the college for black girls located in California?”

“You mean the one for black <em>women</em>,” Lala flashes another fake grin. “And yes….it is.”

Crystal shoots her daughter a warning glance, which surprisingly, doesn’t really bother Lala. “Honey, why don’t you go talk with Rachel and her friends.” Crystal motions over to the group of teen <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/Pretty_Little_Liars_Besthdwallpaper_Com__1024x768_7435.jpg" target="_blank">girls</a>.

“Oh yes,” The Botox addict red head pipes up. “Our girls need some cultural and economic diversity in their little ‘clique’ anyway.”
It physically pains Lala to hold her tongue, “Okay mother.” She wants to protest and explain to her mother that the fake b****es she’s sending her by, are the same ones who torment her religiously.

“Would you like me to take the coats with me?” Lala asks, referring to the garments her mother is currently holding/watching by their seats.

“Oh no,” Crystal waves her offer off. “I’ll watch them. You just go and enjoy yourself.”

“Alright.” Lala smiles, straightens her <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/245094404691793224_ULGHPwZ0_c.jpg" target="_blank">outfit</a>, before walking off into the devil’s territory.

-oOo-

Surprisingly, the conversation seems to be going well. The girls are….actually nice to her, but Lala can see there’s an ulterior motive. It’s almost as if….they know something she doesn’t.
“Layla,” Rachel smirks, sending glances towards the other three girls. “I just want to let you know that we really do admire how brave and strong you’re being about this whole thing.”
Lala looks at her questioningly, “I’m sorry?”

“You know,” Amy, the daughter of the Latina woman starts. “Your little photo shoot for Trey.”

“I have no idea what you guys are talking about.” Lala answers honestly, growing a little defensive. “And Trey and I aren’t even together anymore. I’m dating someone else.”

The four girls all smirk and the raven-haired girl named Hannah speaks up, “You really don’t know do you?”

“How can you not? The whole schools seen them,” The fourth girl supplies.

Lala starts to grow antsy, “Seen what?”

Rachel keeps her smirk and pulls out her phone. She scrolls through something before handing Lala the phone and when she does,
Lala’s world grows dark. It’s a text, a chain text, including <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/l19.jpg" target="_blank">pictures</a>. <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/normal_6B94C3B3_YouTube-NickiMinaj-PhotoShootComplex_converted_20100222132407.jpg" target="_blank">Pictures</a> of her. <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/55183f5330b7474b88cfdf975644f14f.jpg" target="_blank">Pictures</a> that she took on her old phone with the intentions of sending to Chris, but changed her mind. She lost her phone before she had a chance to delete them.

“Where-Oh my God!” Lala shrieks, coming across the last photo. A close up of….a woman’s lower region. It’s not hers though. She kept her clothes, or what little she had on, and made sure to avoid nudity. “This isn’t me! The last one, at least. Where did you get these?”

“From like, the entire student body, duh.” Amy snickers, grinning at a teary eyed Lala. “Trey sent them to his boys and-“

“Trey?” Lala’s head shoots up. “How the hell did he…” She trails off, remembering the last time she saw her phone was at Bible Study. The one Trey was sitting next to her at. “Son of a b****.” She mumbles, wiping away the falling tears. “I had-“

The girls suddenly pull out dollar bills and start throwing them.

“Make it rain whore.” They laugh, before walking off.

“So what, you just gon leave me holding all these freaken coats?” Crystal seethes, walking up to Lala with a venomous look on her face. “I need to talk to you,” She gestures with her fingers for them to move to the side. “Have you lost your damn mind? Why the hell didn’t you come back?”

“Mama I-“

“Common sense to tell you to come back and help me watch the s*** that ain’t even mine!” Crystal speaks in a hushed voice, but the encounter between the mother and daughter still attracts attention.

“I’m sorry mama,” Lala mumbles, wiping away the tears that keep falling.

“Layla I am so f***ing sick of your sorries. Keep em. Cause I don’t wanna hear em. I-“ Crystal stops, and bites her lip as if trying to contain herself. “Let me get away from this dumb b**** before I do something Imma regret.” Crystal says before brushing past Lala and storming off.

Lala can hear the mumbles and whispers around her. They’re mocking her. She’s humiliated. Choking back a sob, she sprints off to the restroom and locks herself in the family one. Leaning back against the door, she slowly slides down, pulls her knees up to her chest, and sobs. She sits there and cries her eyes out until it physically hurts her stomach and throat to cry anymore. Finally, after composing herself long enough to speak, she pulls out her cell. With trembling fingers, she dials the first speed dial.

It rings about four times before he finally picks up, “Hey bae, listen I’m in the middle of recording something, can I call you back in like an hour?” She knows he’s not lying because she can hear the music in the background.

Lala sniffles a couple times, trying to sound okay, before responding. “Yea….. that’s fine. I’ll uh… talk to you later.”

“Chanel, you aight? You don’t sound like yourself….” He comments, worry in his voice.

She pulls the phone away from her mouth and tries harder to calm herself. “I’m good…it’s just allergies.” She offers meekly.

“Don’t lie to me Chanel. It’s clear as f*** that s---yo! Turn that s*** down!” Chris yells, obviously pulling away from the phone. The music ceases and he returns.

“I’m fine Chris,” She attempts to convince him. “Or, at least, I will be. Really, don’t worry about me.”

Silence.

“I need to see you,” He says, sighing heavily. “Where are you?”

“What?” Lala questions, her voice not as scratchy as before. “No, Chris, stay there and focus on your music. I can-“

“That’s what you don’t get,” Chris interrupts. “I can’t sit here and record when I know you’re not okay. I need to know that you’re alright. Please, I just---I need to see you.”

Lala realizes that Chris doesn’t sound okay himself and that something is up with him. “I’m still at the thing with my parents, but I’m bout to leave. You know where the bust stop is close to the YMCA is on Indian River?”

“Yeah, you gon be there?”

“Yeah, I’m leaving now.” She says, getting up off the floor. “I’ll see you in a few.”

“Okay.” He says, before the two hang up. Lala touches up her make-up and tries to put up a brave face before walking out the bathroom. She heads out the building, completely oblivious to the figure watching her intently.

_FTR_

Okay, so obviously, this is part 1 of a flashback. Lol. The next chapter will be present day and the following will be the continuation of this one. Let me know you think! :)

Oh, and hi new reader(s)! Lmao.

RUN ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT

* folds arms * brrrrruuuuuuuhh , tomorrow?
What should I do while I wait .... for tomorrow.

Crap.
Lmao.

Hey ya'll,
(Welcome back Tia! :) lol)
Still here, just busy. Working on the update now. It SHOULD be up tomorrow. So just.....hold on.....patience is a virtue. Ha.

~Amby

FUUUUUCK!!!! I have to catch up! I promise I will be on here tomorrow to leave a good long comment!!! I have school in the morning and I wake up at like 6 -_- need all the sleep I can get!

Be on here tomorrow I promise!!!

Run it