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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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...
run it!!
run it!
Run It....
run it
Runit!!!
Chris is going to have to earn that trust back and it aint gon be simple! i cant wait to know the sex of the baby either! RUN IT
Run It!!
run it!
You got me excited with the double post, lol! Fight for your girl Chris, RUN IT!
Lol I got happy as hell...I was like "oh s***....we got two posts"....but seriously...how'd they get out and what the hell do they want....seriously....they've caused enough trouble.....if anybody gets hurt I hope it's Daniel and whoever the guy is.
Oops! I double posted. My bad. Enjoy though! :D
Much Love.
forthoughtsake :p
"So he's out? Are you serious?! He must have some connects or something! He's not supposed to be out!" Spazzed Brooke who had rushed over to the gallery once I had called her to tell her about seeing Daniel. We had all thought what she was thinking, but Daniel was a powerful guy. A part of me wasn't surprised.
Justin, Brooke, Paige, Mackenzie, Jesse and I were all gathered in mine and Mackenzie's office to talk. Michael walked through the door just as I was about to reply to Brooke.
"Hey, I came as soon as I heard! How you doin' Ty?" He rushed to my side to rub my shoulder in comfort.
"Just a little shaken up, I never thought I'd have to see him again I thought he'd never have the balls to show show his facein public..both of them.." I spoke clearly shaken up.
"What the hell was he doin' outside of the shop is what I wanna know." Spat Mackenzie.
"I don't know.." I answered fear obvious in my voice.
"Someone call Chris and tell him to meet me at his place, now. Mike, do you mind taking Justin home?" I asked standing from my chair. I glanced over at Justin who looked oblivious to the entire situation.
"Yeah, sure it's no problem just be careful." He spoke. I nodded okay before I hugged everyone, telling them that I'd call them all later and let them know I was safe.
Right now I just wanted to be near Chris. He was the only one who was there that night, the only one who knew how I felt.
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I was about five minutes away from Chris' house when my phone began vibrating. I answered and pushed the speaker option.
"Hello?" I said.
"Mags? How far away are you? I'm home now." Asked a frantic Chris, he was fumbling with something in the background.
"I'm almost there. Five minutes." I answered.
"Okay, door's open." He responded.
"Okay." I said before we both hung up.
I walked through the doors of Chris' house and locked it behind me. I was greeted by Clyde whom I embraced in a tight hug. He told me where Chris was and I almost ran to the area in the house.
Making it to the basement I froze at the scene in front of me. Chris was on bended knee, painting. Creating something for the first time in a long time. He looked up when I got to the bottom, relief washed over his face.
"Hey.." I said softly. He smirked, resting the paint can on the ground and rushing over to grab me into a strong embrace. I hugged him back happy to be in his arms where I felt protected.
I was glad to know that even after our breakup and our time apart, we were able to fall back on one another.
"You okay?" He asked pulling away from me and holding me at arms lengh. I nodded more to myself than to him.
"You're..you're painting." I smiled pointing at the mural behind him. He cleared his throat.
"Yeah uh- I just..I needed something to keep my mind off of things until you got here." He said as walked us back upstairs.
I wasn't allowed to be near the fumes which irritated me at times. All I was able to do was sketch, but I dealt with it, for the baby.
"What if he's looking for me? Or you." I asked quietly. Chris looked to the ground before looking over his shoulder at me. I could tell he was on edge and worried about Daniel being back.
"Nothing's gonna happen to you Mags. I can promise you that--"
"Chris, we need to be smart about this. The guy with him, shot me- he killed Kelly. He's not coming back here unless there's a reason..Maybe he's after you and I--"
"Stop! Tyson, baby I can't have you stressin' out on me right now. You need to relax. Keep calm man..Imma take care of you. Nobody's gettin' near you that much I can assure you. Okay? Imma have security all up inside and outside this b****." He said. I sighed and nodded okay before taking a seat in his throne chair. I was suddenly feeling tired and thought it was best if I took a nap. Chris glanced over at me.
"Lay down over there, take a nap. You wanna stay here for the night?" He asked. I walked over to the living room the couch to rest my head.
"Is that okay? I don't really wanna be alone tonight and Justin's got a party to go to tonight--"
"So when dude's not around, I'm your fallback? Your last resort huh?" Chris scoffed. I rolled my eyes.
"Now is not the time to be jealous Chris. Justin lives up stairs from me, if I could save myself from a twenty minute commute, then s*** I will." I admit. He rolled his eyes in return.
"Which ya pregnant ass." He muttered.
"Yeah whatever, your fault I'm pregnant to begin with." I smirked at his defeated face and pulled the covers up over my shoulders.
I shut my eyes ready to head off into dreamland away from my reality, but the sinking of the chair caused my eyes to flutter open in question. I looked over t find that Chris had joined me on the couch. He lifted my feet up and rested them in his lap, rubbing my shin gently.
"What are you doing?" I asked tiredly. He looked straight ahead.
"Lookin' after you." He said softly. I looked at his side profile for a moment, capturing the rare occurrence of the man I was in love with.
"...you painted today. How long's it been?" I asked.
"Too long." He breathed running a hand down his hair. I smirked.
"I've been pushin' it away, and pushin' it away for so long...I forgot about it's existence and how it felt...the happiness I felt..I don't know I guess with everything that's happened since the fame, I just needed to release.." He said. I smiled sitting up to talk more with him. Missing the moments when he and I would just share our deepest thoughts with each other. I placed my hands on my stomach rubbing it softly out of habit.
"I think we should go to church tomorrow morning." I said. His eyes locked with mine. I noticed the unsure look in them, but then it disappeared.
"Aight. We'll go." He breathed. I reached over and kissed his cheek. I shifted and rested my head on his chest as his hand wrapped itself around me.
I missed this so much.
"I can't wait to find out what the sex will be tomorrow." I said quietly looking at my tummy. Chris chuckled.
"Me too man." He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Have you thought about names?" I asked.
"Nah. I know I want it to be unisex though. You cool with that?" Asked Chris. I thought about it thoroughly. All the women in my family had unisex names.
"Yeah. When are you gonna let the world know? I don't think my tummy can hold it's size any longer, this s***'s gonna blow." I said poking my tummy playfully.
"Stop cussin' and I don't care, let my baby grow and I'm not hiding the news. If someone should snap a pic of you and it hits news tomorrow I'm fine with it." He said. I smiled glad.
"Good, because I think paparazzi caught a glimpse and snapped a pic when I got out of the car and entered the house." I spoke quickly, hiding cowardly behind my hands in mock fear. Chris peeled my hands away from my face with a smile.
"Aint' nobody in here give a damn. Let em' tell people. I'm proud. Team Breezy got my back anyhow." He admit. I smiled and rubbed his thigh gently before returning my hand back to my tummy.
I loved the way my baby bump looked, truthfully.
"I hope it's a girl." Said Chris as he place his hand on top of my stomach.
"Why?" I asked in curiosity.
"Because then she'll grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. She'll be my reminder of you and how happy you make me." He spoke. I could tell he meant what he said.
"I hope it's a boy." I said.
"Why?" He asked softly.
"I don't know, I've just always wanted a boy child first. I had my older brother to look after me and my mother when my father passed so..I guess th--"
"Will you ever give me another chance?" Asked Chris suddenly. I knew this question was coming. I could tell by the way he was looking at me.
"...One day." I answered.
"What day will that be?" He asked.
"The day I wake up and realize that I can trust you again and that the love we still have for each other is enough..." I answered. I looked up at him and just as I did his lips connected with mine in a soft, short kiss. He pulled away, my eyes remained closed. I relished in the feeling that I missed so much over the past few months.
It still felt right.
"I'm not giving up on us girl. Imma fight for you..believe that if nothing else." Said Chris, determination in his voice.
"My mom always told me that if it's meant to be, it will be." I smirked at the thought of her.
Nobody smart, would choose to take the risk of living without their heart.
"So he's out? Are you serious?! He must have some connects or something! He's not supposed to be out!" Spazzed Brooke who had rushed over to the gallery once I had called her to tell her about seeing Daniel. We had all thought what she was thinking, but Daniel was a powerful guy. A part of me wasn't surprised.
Justin, Brooke, Paige, Mackenzie, Jesse and I were all gathered in mine and Mackenzie's office to talk. Michael walked through the door just as I was about to reply to Brooke.
"Hey, I came as soon as I heard! How you doin' Ty?" He rushed to my side to rub my shoulder in comfort.
"Just a little shaken up, I never thought I'd have to see him again I thought he'd never have the balls to show show his facein public..both of them.." I spoke clearly shaken up.
"What the hell was he doin' outside of the shop is what I wanna know." Spat Mackenzie.
"I don't know.." I answered fear obvious in my voice.
"Someone call Chris and tell him to meet me at his place, now. Mike, do you mind taking Justin home?" I asked standing from my chair. I glanced over at Justin who looked oblivious to the entire situation.
"Yeah, sure it's no problem just be careful." He spoke. I nodded okay before I hugged everyone, telling them that I'd call them all later and let them know I was safe.
Right now I just wanted to be near Chris. He was the only one who was there that night, the only one who knew how I felt.
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I was about five minutes away from Chris' house when my phone began vibrating. I answered and pushed the speaker option.
"Hello?" I said.
"Mags? How far away are you? I'm home now." Asked a frantic Chris, he was fumbling with something in the background.
"I'm almost there. Five minutes." I answered.
"Okay, door's open." He responded.
"Okay." I said before we both hung up.
I walked through the doors of Chris' house and locked it behind me. I was greeted by Clyde whom I embraced in a tight hug. He told me where Chris was and I almost ran to the area in the house.
Making it to the basement I froze at the scene in front of me. Chris was on bended knee, painting. Creating something for the first time in a long time. He looked up when I got to the bottom, relief washed over his face.
"Hey.." I said softly. He smirked, resting the paint can on the ground and rushing over to grab me into a strong embrace. I hugged him back happy to be in his arms where I felt protected.
I was glad to know that even after our breakup and our time apart, we were able to fall back on one another.
"You okay?" He asked pulling away from me and holding me at arms lengh. I nodded more to myself than to him.
"You're..you're painting." I smiled pointing at the mural behind him. He cleared his throat.
"Yeah uh- I just..I needed something to keep my mind off of things until you got here." He said as walked us back upstairs.
I wasn't allowed to be near the fumes which irritated me at times. All I was able to do was sketch, but I dealt with it, for the baby.
"What if he's looking for me? Or you." I asked quietly. Chris looked to the ground before looking over his shoulder at me. I could tell he was on edge and worried about Daniel being back.
"Nothing's gonna happen to you Mags. I can promise you that--"
"Chris, we need to be smart about this. The guy with him, shot me- he killed Kelly. He's not coming back here unless there's a reason..Maybe he's after you and I--"
"Stop! Tyson, baby I can't have you stressin' out on me right now. You need to relax. Keep calm man..Imma take care of you. Nobody's gettin' near you that much I can assure you. Okay? Imma have security all up inside and outside this b****." He said. I sighed and nodded okay before taking a seat in his throne chair. I was suddenly feeling tired and thought it was best if I took a nap. Chris glanced over at me.
"Lay down over there, take a nap. You wanna stay here for the night?" He asked. I walked over to the living room the couch to rest my head.
"Is that okay? I don't really wanna be alone tonight and Justin's got a party to go to tonight--"
"So when dude's not around, I'm your fallback? Your last resort huh?" Chris scoffed. I rolled my eyes.
"Now is not the time to be jealous Chris. Justin lives up stairs from me, if I could save myself from a twenty minute commute, then s*** I will." I admit. He rolled his eyes in return.
"Which ya pregnant ass." He muttered.
"Yeah whatever, your fault I'm pregnant to begin with." I smirked at his defeated face and pulled the covers up over my shoulders.
I shut my eyes ready to head off into dreamland away from my reality, but the sinking of the chair caused my eyes to flutter open in question. I looked over t find that Chris had joined me on the couch. He lifted my feet up and rested them in his lap, rubbing my shin gently.
"What are you doing?" I asked tiredly. He looked straight ahead.
"Lookin' after you." He said softly. I looked at his side profile for a moment, capturing the rare occurrence of the man I was in love with.
"...you painted today. How long's it been?" I asked.
"Too long." He breathed running a hand down his hair. I smirked.
"I've been pushin' it away, and pushin' it away for so long...I forgot about it's existence and how it felt...the happiness I felt..I don't know I guess with everything that's happened since the fame, I just needed to release.." He said. I smiled sitting up to talk more with him. Missing the moments when he and I would just share our deepest thoughts with each other. I placed my hands on my stomach rubbing it softly out of habit.
"I think we should go to church tomorrow morning." I said. His eyes locked with mine. I noticed the unsure look in them, but then it disappeared.
"Aight. We'll go." He breathed. I reached over and kissed his cheek. I shifted and rested my head on his chest as his hand wrapped itself around me.
I missed this so much.
"I can't wait to find out what the sex will be tomorrow." I said quietly looking at my tummy. Chris chuckled.
"Me too man." He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Have you thought about names?" I asked.
"Nah. I know I want it to be unisex though. You cool with that?" Asked Chris. I thought about it thoroughly. All the women in my family had unisex names.
"Yeah. When are you gonna let the world know? I don't think my tummy can hold it's size any longer, this s***'s gonna blow." I said poking my tummy playfully.
"Stop cussin' and I don't care, let my baby grow and I'm not hiding the news. If someone should snap a pic of you and it hits news tomorrow I'm fine with it." He said. I smiled glad.
"Good, because I think paparazzi caught a glimpse and snapped a pic when I got out of the car and entered the house." I spoke quickly, hiding cowardly behind my hands in mock fear. Chris peeled my hands away from my face with a smile.
"Aint' nobody in here give a damn. Let em' tell people. I'm proud. Team Breezy got my back anyhow." He admit. I smiled and rubbed his thigh gently before returning my hand back to my tummy.
I loved the way my baby bump looked, truthfully.
"I hope it's a girl." Said Chris as he place his hand on top of my stomach.
"Why?" I asked in curiosity.
"Because then she'll grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. She'll be my reminder of you and how happy you make me." He spoke. I could tell he meant what he said.
"I hope it's a boy." I said.
"Why?" He asked softly.
"I don't know, I've just always wanted a boy child first. I had my older brother to look after me and my mother when my father passed so..I guess th--"
"Will you ever give me another chance?" Asked Chris suddenly. I knew this question was coming. I could tell by the way he was looking at me.
"...One day." I answered.
"What day will that be?" He asked.
"The day I wake up and realize that I can trust you again and that the love we still have for each other is enough..." I answered. I looked up at him and just as I did his lips connected with mine in a soft, short kiss. He pulled away, my eyes remained closed. I relished in the feeling that I missed so much over the past few months.
It still felt right.
"I'm not giving up on us girl. Imma fight for you..believe that if nothing else." Said Chris, determination in his voice.
"My mom always told me that if it's meant to be, it will be." I smirked at the thought of her.
Nobody smart, would choose to take the risk of living without their heart.
run it
Run It....
RunIt!!!
RunIt!!!
RunIt!!!
RunIt!!!
well at least Chris is trying and he has kept his word about not pursuing robyn..but we will see.. RUN IT
I wonder what Chris is thinking since the whole aftermath
run it!!
I wonder what chris thinks of all this.. like what is his POV?
I wonder what chris thinks of all this.. like what is his POV?
oh man this story is too good i like how ur bringing back some of the past to keep the twists and turns coming in
im also glad chris kept his word on the whole rih thing and with being their for ty and her appointments :)
im also glad that justin isnt pursuing her and what happened to mike?
i also would love to see chris p.o.v and i think a visit from kelly would help him out
run it
crap...not daniel again...now is not the time!! i hope no one else gets shot/killed!!!
run it!!
Oh man......I think listening to the music while reading is a good thing to do....It's like reading an outer body experience....more dramatic so to speak......I hope they didn't see her.....and I definitely hope they don't end up being another problem.
Before I read the add, I read your note that said listen to the thrill so I just assumed that Tyson and Justin had sex. But then when she was having flashbacks I started replaying that night Kelly died as if they happened to me.
Thoughts this story got me hooked! Lowkey consumed me lol...I was telling my sister who has yet to read this story cause I told her she needed some strong emotions and balls to read it lol but if your book was a movie...O_O. I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this story.
RUN IT!