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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and let me just say that Justin is beyond GORGEOUS
Who gives a f*** if he's not taking it well?.....I'm honestly ready to put my foot on his neck
It's about to go down!!!!!!!! *in my Kevin Hart voice*
RUN IT!!!!
I hope she gives him a piece of her mind too!
And idk why he taking it wrong when he all up rih behind!!
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these adds are amazing!
SMH!!!..I hope she gives his ass a piece of her mind!!!
P.S. I love all the adds lol
RUN IT!!!
Come on Tyson...beat that b**** ass!
All this stress type s*** thinking my nigga was cheating on me and I stressed so much I lost the baby we were suppose to have... :(
Run it
omg so much crazy s*** has happened!! But I got one thing to say: TYSON GET YO MAN GIRL!! f*** all that bulls***, get ya man back!! f*** rih, and her bs, Chris and his s***, the media, the drama, the tabloids f it all!!! GET yo MAN BACK!!!!!
I'VE NEVER ADDED SO MUCH IN MY LIFE! :) Keep the feedback coming, things are about to heat up! Thank you and Love you all!
Much Love.
forthoughtsake :p
"How long was I out for?" I asked as I stretched. Paige was on the couch with Brooke watching cartoons and eating pizza, compliments of room service.
"I don't know about..eight hours." Answered Brooke. I walked over smelling the pizza and reaching for a slice.
"Mm cheesy." I said as I bit into it, almost devouring half of the slice.
"Dude. You're whole pregnancy vibe is kinda scary." Said Paige. I rolled my eyes and gave them both the finger.
"Okay, I'm gonna go call Tray, see if he can help me get to Chris." I smiled feeling a new determination flow through my veins.
"Before you go, you might wanna check your phone. Hollywood Life dot com to be exact." Spoke Brooke, eyes set on the television. I looked at her confused before I pulled up the website on my phone.
I read the latest news, scrolling down and looking for anything that had to do with Chris, Rihanna or myself. I stopped when I spotted my name in bold. Reading over the headline.
Looks Like Kindle's Movin' On.
Spotted outside of the condo owned by both Chris and his 'girlfriend' Tyson Kindle. Tyson was seen apparently walking her dog with a rather easy on the eyes, unknown gentleman. Who seems to be trying to get rather friendly with the already taken lady.
How will Chris take the news? Are they even still together?
Below the article, there was the picture of Justin and I, walking towards our building. Justin's hand was caught over mine when he tried to take the leash from me, but the picture didn't convey that message.
I sighed.
"He was reaching for the leash!" I groaned looking at the girls.
"How long ago did this show up on the net?" I asked.
"Not sure, maybe around the time you fell asleep." Answered Paige.
"Jesus." I said aggravated, dialing Tray's number.
"Hey T.." He answered on the third ring. His voice told me that he had read the news already.
"You saw." I noted.
"Chris told me. He aint takin' it too well." He spoke into the phone. I ran my hand through my hair.
"Nothing happened and honestly, I'm glad he's not taking it well. Put him on the phone." I ordered growing tired of the nonsense going on around me.
"He's not with me--"
"I'm in town. Where is he?" I demanded.
"He's at the club. Drizzy's hosting a party there, but I'll give you the hotel and room number and I'll send security with a driver over to you so you can roll through to the club, surprise him."
"Thank you.. Is Rih with him?" I questioned.
"..Yeah." He answered. Nodding to myself, I took down the address and room number of Chris' whereabouts before I hung up the phone with Tray. I looked over to the girls and told them of the plan that was brewing in my head.
"Well hell, you know I'm down." Said Brooke with a hand up in the air. I looked over at Paige.
"Do you even need to ask?" She asked smartly. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom grabbing the needed clothes with me.
"Go to your room and get dressed. We leave in fifteen." I said shutting the door behind me.
She's pregnant. Wow! I'm sure Mags will be a great mother. Not so sure about Chris to be honest. Dude can't make time for his mother, niece, and girlfriend, so I doubt he'll treat a baby any different. :/ I'm just being honest. Chris isn't gonna change overnight, because he didn't morph into the man he is overnight.
Tyson is heading to Toronto. WTF is Chris always in Toronto? LMAO. Anyways, I'm happy that she's figting for that man she loves and believes that what they have is too much to throw away, but I can't help but feel that she's doing the most. What is going to Toronto gonna solve? He's gonna see your face, hear you out, and then what??? When he's back on tour he's gonna be on the same ish. I just can't figure out what she can possibly do to "straighten Chris out." In all honesty, HE needs to be the one fighting, not her. I just don't want her to go to Toronto and beg Chris to stop embarassing her, and be with/love her the way he was before. I don't want her begging and pleading because she hasn't done anything wrong. Chris is the one that is wrong and needs to be on his hands an knees begging. Even if he does say, OK wow I need to straighten up, it still won't be enough simply because he said that the last time. His promised are null and void. Actions speak louder than words. I don't care if he does kiss you and you can "feel his love" At this point, feelings aren't enough. She needs proof that he's still there and 100% invested in their relationship.
On top of that, I feel that the baby is bad timing (but it doesn't matter, I hope she keeps it, HAHA.) because now it's gonna seem that he's staying (if he does) for the baby. A year after the baby is born, what happens then??
IDK. I don't trust Chris anymore...at all. At not even because I think he's cheating because I don't. I just feel that he's no longer invested in their relationship. When you go DAYS without so much as a "Hello, I Love You" text, something's wrong. He's completely put Mags on the backburner, and don't even care.
Rihanna-- I don't like the h0e. Someone beat her a$$.
It's funny how ONE MONTH can change everything. P.S Did pictures of Justin and Tyson get out to the public, or no?
RUN IT!
I still cant believe Chris is treating her like that, even if it was a stunt (him and Rih) why wouldn't he tell her. And if he has a girlfriend already, why would he need a stunt.
He was honest by saying he is attracted to her but lets be realistic if it was the other way around his feelings would be hurt. I really hope things work out, and I hope Chris gets his SELF together. Fame or no Fame. Ty was there for him since day one.
And ontop of that..SHES PREGNANT! I need Chris to get it together!
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Run It
Chris Better Get His s*** Together or Imma Cry
As Paige, Brooke and I said our goodbyes to my mother and Mackenzie I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Being pregnant really brought out my hormonal side. I hated it. My mother sympathized with me, holding my face delicately between her hands looking me dead in the eyes. I felt like she was looking into my soul.
"Listen to me, you are not this person. Stop the tears. Now." She ordered me fiercely. I tried desperately to stifle my cries.
"But what if I come back with nothing." I sulked. She shook her head vigorously.
"You're coming back with peace of mind, with a weightless heart full of love, and you're coming back with a beautiful reminder of the love you share with Chris." She chanted as she rested a hand on my stomach mindfully. I sniffed stifling the cries.
"Stop the crying Tyson. You're stronger than the tears. You need to be strong." She reminded me. I nodded more to myself than to her knowing she was right.
"Fight until you can't anymore... take care of baby too." She said in hushed tone before she kissed my forehead and let me go. I straightened up, wiping the tears furiously off of my cheeks. I looked over to Mackenzie who waited patiently with sad eyes. I walked over to her with a warm smile. She took me into her arms and hugged me tight. I returned the embrace.
"You're going to be fine Tyson. Kelly's gonna look after you and the baby don't worry." I smiled grateful to have these people in my life.
"I know. I'm fine." I told her smiling.
"Be safe, and look after yourself and call us when you land." Said Mackenzie. I nodded okay and walked off into the airport without looking back, joining Paige and Brooke at the check in line.
I was leaving the tears and the sadness behind me. It was time to be strong and fight for what I knew was still there.
"Toronto here we come." Said Brooke beside me we walked towards our gate.
"I gotta pee." I said, earning a chuckle from the girls.
"..me too." Said Paige.I laughed.
For the first time in days.
I knocked the door rapidly, waiting for an answer. My duffel bag and backpack were slung over my shoulder. Moments later a shirtless and sleepy Justin answered the door with a grave look on his face. I lowered my fist to my side with a nervous smile.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked gruffly. I tugged on the leash around my wrist and pulled Indigo forward. Justin stood there slack jawed. I begged with my eyes.
"You told me to fight. That's what I'm doing, but Indie can't come with me and Brooke's not answering her phone. Could you please? For a couple days?" I asked with a look of depth in my eyes. He looked at me reluctantly before his shoulders dropped in defeat. He reached for the leash and pulled Indigo inside gently.
"Ooh you better BELIEVE that you're painting my walls when you get back." He told me. I paid no mind to his orders.
"Thank you. Here's a spare key, I couldn't carry her food down here so feel free to let yourself in to get it for her in the morning. It's in the kitchen next to the fridge on the ground. She's really friendly and very protective. If you're gonna be gone for a while just leave out some food and water for her and she'll be fine. I'll be back Friday night. Here's my number if anything." I handed him a piece of paper that I had scribbled my number down on before I left the house. He took it from me gently, nodding with his eyes following Indigo as she strolled into his apartment as if it were her own home. He looked back at me with tired eyes. I gave him a meaningful stare.
"Thank you." I said with nothing but gratitude in my eyes.
"You better put up a good fight." He said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I nodded chuckling before I waved behind him to Indigo who was lounging around, making herself at home. It was amazing how well she took to Justin so quickly.
"Okay." I said as I walked off towards the elevator. I heard the door close and lock behind me.
Exiting the building I spotted my mothers black SUV parked on the side of the street waiting for me. The sun was rising slowly in the sky, but it was still dark out. There wasn't a single camera in sight thankfully. I pulled my hood over my head and hopped into the passenger seat dropping my bags by my feet.
"Howdy!--"
"Ah!" I jumped out of my skin as Brooke shoved her face in between the front seats. I looked back at her as if she had grown two heads.
"What the f***!--"
"Language!" Spat my mother.
"I've been calling you for hours! I needed you to watch Indie while I'm away!" I yelled at my best friend.
"I was busy packing...surprise.." She spoke lamely throwing her hands in the air slowly. I looked behind her and spotted Mackenzie with the same nervous smile. I looked back at my mother who pulled off down the street avoiding my eyes.
"You aint' slick." I told her. She giggled.
"Did you really think I was gonna send you out there pregnant and alone? Honey please." Stated my mother.
"Mack you don't have to--"
"Oh I'm not, I'm just coming to see you off, one of us has to look after the gallery. So..I'm sending reinforcements." She explained with a sly smile looking to her right. I looked past Brooke and over to the extreme right only to find Paige, squished against the door with wide eyes.
"Uh...'sup Boss?" She greeted, clearing her throat.
"Paige?" I asked in slight disbelief. Sighing and trying to gather my thoughts, I looked back at Brooke who had a supportive look in her eyes.
"Chris and Rihanna aren't the only ones with an entourage." She told me gripping my shoulder encouragingly. I stared for a second before I nodded before turning back in my seat to stare at the road ahead of me.
It wasn't long before I felt my mother reach over and grip my hand encouragingly. I squeezed back with just as much love without paying her a look.
"I love you." I said softly so that only she could hear.
"I love you more." She replied.
Momma knows best!!
RUN IT!!!
Thoughts pleaseeeeeeeee let her mother go with her or Mack or Brooke but I want her mom to go. Slap that nigga upside his damn head!
This story got me so damn stressed out I can barely function. Too many sad adds and it pisses me off that that b**** ass nigga is just cool with all this...
Fix it!
Run it!
I swayed my arms furiously back and forth, up and down and watched as the orange paint left the can and hit the walls of the living room. I wore a scarf around my face, to protect myself from the fumes. I was nearly done, letting out my frustrations in the best way I knew how, painting. Teagan & Sara's "I Was A Fool" was playing loudly in the background.
It had been a few hours since I had come back from my walk with Indie and Justin and I still hadn't heard word from Chris. His silence was driving me up the wall.
A knock was sound on my door. I looked over at it with a raised brow. I wasn't expecting any guests. Indigo barked a few times before I rose my finger to my mouth silencing her. I walked over to the door and looked through the peep hole to find none other then my mother. I smiled at first happy to see her, but froze for a second, remembering that I hadn't yet told her about the pregnancy, but pushed the thought aside and opened the door to reveal her grinning face.
"Hi baby." She gleamed walking into the house and pulling me into a hug. My mothers embrace was just what I needed at that moment. It brought everything to the surface. Everything I had been harboring inside for the past month.
"Hi mommy." I smiled before I let go of all of my frustrations on the shoulder of her blouse. The tears ran nonstop causing my mother to look back at me with worry in her eyes before she gripped me in a tight hug once more.
"I know baby..I know, I'm here. Let it go." She cooed rubbing my back gently as we stood in front of the open door.
"I stuck around, I did behave, I saved you every time. I was a fool for love, I was a fool for love, I was a fool..."
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"I can't believe you waited so long to tell me that you're pregnant." Squealed my mother.
"You mad?" I asked.
"Honey I've been waiting for this ever since you turned 25. Of course I'm not mad. I'm happy for you. You're gonna make a great mother." Spoke my mother. I smiled lovingly at her.
"Does Chris know?" She smacked me on my shoulder. I flinched, frowning.
"No." I answered shortly.
"Tyson." Spat my mother.
"I can't even get him on the phone! When I finally did we had an argument about Rihanna.. I wanted to tell him." I spoke defending myself.
"I'm sorry. The last thing I wanna do is disappoint you. Look at me, living in an apartment with my possibly cheating boyfriend who has no clue what's going on with me, alone and pregnant, and in the headlines almost every week. This isn't who I want to be." I said softly. My mother sighed.
"Tyson, I''m always gonna be proud of you no matter what. There is no way that you could ever disappoint me. Remember that." She spoke.
"I wouldn't judge you, because it's not my life. I can't tell you what to do. It's not me who has to live with the consequences, it's you." Spoke my mother as she ran her hand through my hair softly. I lay my head in her lap for comfort like I always did.
"I thought mothers were supposed to have all of the answers." I threw at her.She chuckled.
"Whoever told you that is a damn fool. I'm a mother, not God." She joked. None of us said anything. I looked down at Indigo who sat quietly next to my mothers feet.
"You need to tell me what to do mom. I can't figure this out by myself." I sulked begging for some type of direction from her.
"Look, I know that this whole Chris and Rihanna debacle is hard for you to watch, but you and Chris are much bigger than that. For all we know this is a just a stunt. Do you really believe that Chris would choose her over you? He's infatuated with her and the fame and it's clouding his judgement." Asked my mother.
"I can't even remember the last time he told me he loved me. I don't even know if he still does." I spoke.
"He does and he'll love you even more once you tell him that you're carrying his child. He's just lost in all the mess, so you need to go and be the person he needs you to be for him right now,straighten his ass out, hell straighten out Rihanna's ass too..and if he doesn't want to be in this with you anymore even after you tell him the news, then let him go." said my mother. I released a heavy breath.
"Justin said the same thing." I muttered.
"Who's Justin?" She asked puzzled.
"Neighbor." I answered not really wanting to go into details.
"Well Justin sounds like a smart man." She spoke rubbing my head. I looked straight ahead in a zone.
"Nice painting by the way." Said my mother as she pointed at the wall across from us. It was silent for a few moments as I thought to myself.
"..I need you to book me a flight to Toronto, he's performing there on Thursday night, but he's there right now." I spoke out loud.
"When do you wanna leave?" She asked.
"Tomorrow morning." I answered firmly.
"So, one ticket for Toronto Wednesday morning? I'll handle it. You just pack and get yourself together." Said my mother as she patted my arm softly. I nodded my thanks.
"Okay." I said with hope in my heart.
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love both adds , chris needs to tighten up , or justin gonna take is treasure .. i like justin ;)
FInally caught up with the story..Chris is a b***hass and I don't like him anymore. He letting this fame change him and not for the better. He forgetting he got a down b**ch at the house that's been holding him down. He aint got realize what he got until its gone. Justin I love him! I'm teamJustin now..f**k Chris. Justin and Tyson can raise that baby together lol
Yes!!!..I'm loving all these adds lol..keep um comin girl lol..and I know damn well Chris better not get mad..cuz his triv ass has been doin the MOST!!
RUN IT!!!
Ain't s*** else besides being another add on smh...
Pregnant?!?!? That was a twist! RUN IT!
"I'll walk you guys down. Indie needs a walk, I couldn't this morning.." I told Mackenzie and Brooke who had come over after their shifts to keep me company.
"Ah, puking your insides out huh?" Asked Brooke. Mackenzie nudged her causing Brooke to groan. I snickered.
"I'm pregnant guys, not fragile, but yes. Puking my insides out." I told them softly as I locked the door behind me. We walked giggling, in step with each other down the hallway, Indigo leading the way. We got into the elevator and Brooke pressed the main floor button.
"You have bags under your eyes.." Said Brooke.
"Yeah...like double bags." Agreed Mackenzie. I rolled my eyes, rubbing them self consciously. I had gotten little sleep last night. Chris weighed heavy on my mind.
I found myself thinking about Justin, wondering how his moving process was going. It had been a day since I last saw him. As the elevator doors opened, there standing idly behind it was Justin, in a suit and tie, looking rather dashing in my opinion. He looked up at me first before paying Brooke and Mackenzie a pleasant smile. Returning his gaze at me, he grinned wider. I rolled my eyes already knowing what was coming.
"Well if it isn't Mrs. Tyson Kindle." greeted Justin. I playfully rolled my eyes at his way of saying hello and exited the elevators with my friends behind me.
"Justin." I returned with a smirk. I caught Mackenzie and Brooke exchanging confused looks at one another.
"Mack and Brooke this is Justin, Justin this is Mack and Brooke. Justin just moved in a day ago, I helped him." I introduced boredly recapping our first encounter. Indigo was growing restless in front of me.
"Pleasure to meet you both." He said kindly. The girls smiled shaking his hand.
"Okay well, we're gonna go and we'll call you later Ty." Said Mackenzie as she kissed my cheek and grabbed Brooke to walk out of the building with her. I waved poorly at them before I looked back at Justin, who had a Cheshire smile on his face. Instantly I became annoyed, not really having a reason to be.
"What's got you so disgruntled this afternoon?" Asked Justin, the smile set on his face. I sighed.
"Nada. I gotta go walk my dog, see ya." I threw up a peace sign and turned to walk off.
"Is this about what I said about your relationship the other night? You know when you asked for my honest opinion?" He yelled from behind me. I scoffed, turning to face him rubbing absently at my forehead.
"No, I'm tired. I've had a hard morning." I breathed. He rose his chin in understanding, sympathizing with me.
"What you about to do?" He asked. I gave him a dry look.
"Isn't it obvious?" I asked holding up the leash attached to Indigo's neck.
"That Indigo?" He questioned walking over to her and petting her head gently.
"It is. She missed out on a walk this morning so I'm taking her out now." I answered.
"Need company?" Offered Justin, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. I gave him a once over.
"You're gonna go for a walk in that nice suit?" I asked in disbelief.
"I don't give a s***." He answered in a brief manner.
"I should've seen that blunt response coming." I said turning to walk out of the building with him following close behind me.
We walked down the street around the block, Indigo leading the way. We were quiet, enjoying our surroundings. I looked up at Justin who had his hands in his pocket still. Ripping my gaze away before he could catch me staring, I looked out ahead of me.
"So what do you do for a living Justin?" I asked curious. Other than him telling me that he moved from Toronto to start fresh, he was a mystery to me. I found myself wanting to know more.
"Well I was a real estate agent back home, so I went out and got myself a new job as a real estate agent out here." He replied looking ahead.
"Hm, never would've guessed." I said.
"Why is that?" He asked.
"No reason really." I answered.
"It pays the bills and paves the way to a financially stable life. I like that. The job, not so much." He answered.
"What would you like to do?" I asked.
"I don't know, never really thought of it." He replied thinking hard. His forehead creased.
"Don't think too hard." I joked earning a soft chuckle from him.
"Are you happy?" I asked.
"That I am, because I have a roof over my head, and I can afford to mess up here and there." He answered.
"As long as you're happy." I replied. A calm silence passed over us as we walked back to our building. I didn't mind it, it was peaceful.
"You look tired.." He pointed out.
"That's because I am." I answered shortly. I was exhausted, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed with Chris and forget about all of our problems. He still didn't know about the pregnancy and I was itching to tell him, but haven't been able to get through to him due to his busy schedule. This wasn't the type of news that should be shared over the phone.
I exhaled and flinched a little as Justin reached over to grab my wrist and release Inidgo's leash from my hand and take it into his. I smiled gratefully and shoved my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. A sudden flash caught my attention, I looked up in the spot I thought I saw it come from and saw a man with a camera in his hand. My face fell.
"s***." I cursed. I knew how this looked, and how this would look to Chris.
"Don't worry about him." Said Justin, grilling the man across the way.
"How can I not with everything going on?!" I said shoving on my sunglasses.
"Because at the end of the day, you haven't given Chris any reason not to trust you. Or at least it seems that way." He answered. He was right. This was nothing compared to what Chris was in the papers for every week.
"Thank you." I said softly to him.
"You are welcome." He replied.
"So how's the relationship?" He asked.
"What no headline's today?" I asked a small smile playing at my lips.
"Nope." He said popping the 'p'.
"Well when you hear anything let me know--"
"Ahhh." Groaned Justin shaking his head with a disappointed smirk on his face. I looked up confused.
"What?" I asked.
"Don't be one of those women." He said, my brow shot up in question.
"What women?" I said.
"The ones who start off strong and then end weak. The ones who let the enemy win the moment they feel discouraged, because they don't wanna waste their energy." He explained. I scoffed.
"I'm not letting anyone win. I'm here, chillin'." I retorted.
"Really? Cause if you ask me that looks and sounds a lot like letting the enemy win to me. Let me tell you something love, requires all of energy. A lot of it's bound to be wasted. It's just the way it is, but it's worth it. You can't give up so easily Tyson." Shrugged Justin. I processed his words carefully.
"I'm not letting anyone win, but right now some things are more important than Chris and Robyn." I replied looking down at my stomach momentarily. Justin remained quiet. I looked up at the paparazzi who was looking down at his lenses.
"..Does he know?" Asked Justin catching me by surprise, I looked up at his face and knew by the creases in his forehead, that he had figured it out.
"No." I replied flatly. Silence washed over us once again.
"You better prep yourself, you're about to become my plus one in my 'Triangular Mess'." I said pointing to the man across the street, changing the subject. The man jumped out of his skin when he realized I had pointed him out.
"Whatevs. I always wondered how I would look in a magazine anyway." He shrugged as I chuckled gently.
What is a woman to do with her troubles..
Ugh I hate when women try to hide pregnancy from they man cause they scared. Tyson get your ass up and tell Chris b**** ass! Nobody got time for this stressed out s*** going on...irks my very soul. Make Chris get in an accident or some s***. That nigga just stopped painting too? Oh hell naw!
KELLY WHERE ARE YOU!! TYSON NEEDS YOU...AGAIN!
SLEEP WITH RIHANNA IF YOU WANT TO NIGGA! I SWEAR AND THEN HIS WANNA BE BOLD b**** ASS GONNA TELL TYSON HE'S ATTRACTED TO HER! My ex was bold like that and I straight stabbed his ass with no question about it...
Lord knows I hate Chris and I'm starting to hate Tyson for letting Chris make her weak...her relationship with Kelly was so great and so innocent. Chris' new lifestyle is making her lose herself just like she lost herself when Kelly died. Girl...move back in your old apartment and fly to wherever his b**** ass is and tell him that the rent is due to the place they no longer share.
TYSON YOU ARE A f***ING G! DON'T LET THIS NIGGA PLAY AND CONTROL YOUR EMOTIONS!
THOUGHTS...FIX THIS!!
RUN IT!
chris needs is ass beat.. I seriously can not believe him..he is really going against everything tat he promised.. im growing annoyed with him.. and Rihanna ass is just UGHHHH..she knew what she was doin from the start..i hope tyson and chris can work it out because I would hate to see rih win..run it!!
What the......I'm so incredibly pissed at Chris right now....all of these broken promises and it's like he doesn't even care......he's attracted to Rihanna?....b****!! Okay you know what......there's is absolutely no telling what they've done while they were out on tour.
Ooooooooooh SNAP!!!!!!!!!!
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"So you said you knew who I was when I introduced myself...how?" I asked in curiosity as we sat the last of his boxes down in the kitchen. I dusted my hands off against my hoodie and shoved them into the pockets. We hadn't really spoke that much while moving. I had only gathered that he moved out to LA from Toronto, just looking for a fresh start. I cringed at his mention of Toronto. Chris had ruined my experience there.
"I read a lot and you and ya boy have been flooding the magazines lately." He replied, sitting on top of one of the big boxes across from me. I nodded in understanding.
"I see." I replied slightly embarrassed.
"I take it you don't like being in the spotlight?" He asked.
"It's not where I'm meant to be." I responded, shrugging. He eyed me for a second.
"Well if it makes you feel any better, I think you look pretty good in it." He complimented me. I chuckled.
"Thanks." I said shifting my weight.
"So, I don't mean to pry, but...do you always help complete strangers move into new places?" He questioned as one of his eyebrows shot up.
"No. I just really needed a distraction." I replied chuckling nervously.
"Did it help?" He asked.
"For the most part." I said honestly. He nodded, glad. Silence passed over us. I looked around his apartment, it was just like ours except everything was on opposite sides. I looked at the white walls, hating them.
"I'm thinking Indigo for the living room, and maybe a nice classy color for the kitchen. Not sure about the bedroom." I chuckled.
"You like Indigo?" I smiled.
"It's my favorite color." He replied.
"My dog's name is Indigo." I responded looking around at the walls some more.
"Really? That's unique for a dog." He said slightly surprised. I nodded staring at the wall. It went silent again.
"Wanna help me paint them sometime?" Asked Justin. I turned to face him for the first time in minutes. He was looking right at me.
"You do know that I'm still in a relationship right?" I retorted, telling myself more than him.
"I do. I believe the press are calling it 'A Triangular Mess' these days, am I right?" He threw back. I scoffed at his bluntness.
"How blunt of you." I spat turning around to look at the walls again.
"Press' words. Not mine." He said in defense. I rolled my eyes.
"Good to know." I replied. My voice dropped a few notes. He chuckled softly under his breath.
"Look I respect that you're in a relationship unlike some people. I just hate looking at white walls, they make me feel like I live in a hospital. I just figured four hands would get it done a lot quicker than two." He spoke. A smirk tugged at my lips at his smart remark towards Rihanna. I paid him a calculating look trying to read his sincerity.
"What's your view on my triangular mess of a relationship?" I asked pushing his cry for help to the side. He stood to his feet and crossed his arms over his built chest. I kept my eyes on his.
"You sure you wanna know?" He asked. I nodded sure of myself. He paid me a scrutinizing look for a moment, but then wiped the look clean off of his face.
"...I don't believe what I read." He replied. Right off of the bat I could tell he was lying to me, for comfort. I didn't know why, but I didn't push. Nodding, I walked towards the door slowly with him following close behind.
"Knock on my door when you're ready. 3B." I replied opening the door and turning to give him one last curious look.
"Thanks for the assistance." He smiled that bright smile. Earning a head nod from me. I made to walk out of his apartment.
"Tyson." He called out grabbing my attention.
"Look I've only known you for like, three point five hours, but I can tell already, that you're a fighter...so if what y'all have matters at all..then keep fighting." He told me.
I took in his words. I knew that after today, things were left up in the air with Chris and I. I wasn't sure what was going to happen from here on out, but I knew I couldn't leave things how they were I had to keep fighting for us. Chris had been there for me on multiple occasions and as upset as I am with him right now, I can't just quit. We deserve to be fought for.
"I am fighting." I replied softly before I closed the door behind me softly and made my way to my apartment.
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As soon as I locked the door behind me I was greeted by an overly excited Indigo who hopped up on two feet to hug me hello.
"Hi big baby!" I kissed her head lovingly and rushed through the apartment and headed for the bathroom, my bladder fuller than ever. I had been holding it in since I left the gallery. Dropping my keys and wallet on the way I unzipped my pants while pushing open the bathroom door with my hip.
I sat heavily on the toilet seat in a huff, relieved when my bladder emptied itself. I stared aimlessly at the olive green wall in front of me, thinking about Chris for the umpteenth time of the day. My stomach growled. I contemplated ordering in and settled on Chinese. pulling out my phone from the pocket of my hoodie, I dialed the restaurant that Chris and I always ordered from and placed an order for Cantonese Chowmein. I looked at the time that read 8:34pm before resting my phone on the counter.
After about twenty minutes, a knock was sound on my door. Indigo barked and I hushed her telling her it was okay. I had buzzed up the delivery man and was waiting for him to arrive my door for a minute now. I quickly swung open the door and grabbed the food giving him twenty bucks with a ten dollar tip and kicked the door closed behind me with my foot.
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I sat quietly eating my food on the couch in the living room. Indigo asleep at my side, keeping my leg warm. John Legend's "Everybody Knows" was playing softly in the background. I smiled happy that I finally got to eat. The food sat unsettled in my stomach, so I shifted hoping that it would help, but as the queasy feeling washed over me, I knew it had only made things worse.
I held my forearm over my mouth already knowing what was to come and raced to the nearest sink which was in the kitchen and released all of the contents in my stomach which included the well cooked shrimp and broccoli, into the sink. Indigo jumped up and was by my side as quick as possible. I puked, over and over again until I was rid of it all. Chest heaving up and down, I stayed bent over the sink making sure I was finished. I couldn't catch my breath, the tears stung my eyes and threatened to fall, but I kept them in tired of crying. I moved my hand from the edge of the sink and turned on the tap washing my mouth with the cold water and rinsing out my mouth.
"I thought morning sickness was only supposed to happen in the morning!" I yelled aggravated with myself. I looked down at a worried Indigo who had rushed to my side while I was leaned over the sink. My hand fell to my stomach, the same way it had a month ago when I found out I was pregnant. I rubbed it trying to sooth myself and the growing baby inside of me. Brooke, Mackenzie, Paige and I had done the calculations in our minds an summed it up to me getting pregnant around the night of the MMVA's when Chris and I had unprotected sex, I had forgotten to take my birth control in a hurry to catch our flight and Chris and I had made love just before the event. I sighed trying to slow my racing heart. Wanting to keep it a secret from the men and parental figures I asked my best friends to keep quiet about it. I wasn't ready for people to know yet especially with everything going on.
My situation was a mess.
Releasing a heavy breath, I packed up my dinner into small containers and placed it in the fridge for another night.
"Come on Indie, let's go sleep." I called out to her as I took myself to bed, leaving the music on and calling it an early night.
"One more try (try, try). One more try (try, try)..'Cause everybody knows, but nobody really knows..