AMEN lol I loved this story and danggg u put my last name on blast lol its good.

dat endin was so beautiful they gettin married and ish!!! aww yay!!!!!

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PrinC3sz Re3c3 l0v3s C. Br3ez3 even if he is wit big 4head Rihanna lol...Chris told me i could have watever i like i told him 2 drop Rihanna and he said ok babii lol =]

HERE IS THE ENDING:
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(2 months later)

Chris P.O.V.
2 months have passed. Mike and Butch went to jail for the murder of Jessica…25 to life. I’m about to move into my new house a few blocks down. I got a promotion at work to vice president. Things have been going pretty well for me. Everything is back to normal…well ALMOST everything. I haven’t spoken to Chelsea since that day we had an argument 2 months ago. I just can’t find the right words to say to her. We see each other all the time. Every morning when I’m walking to the bus stop I pass by her while she’s taking her morning walk. Our eyes meet for like 2 seconds and then we keep walking as if we’ve never met.

(It’s 7am. Chris just finished his cup of coffee just like he does every morning, put on his blazer and walked out the front door).

(Chelsea laced up her sneakers, grabbed her jacket, and stepped out the door).

Chelsea P.O.V.
I have to mentally prepare myself to see Chris every morning. But it’s not like I don’t want to see him. If that was the case, then I would take my walk a few minutes later so we wouldn’t pass each other, but I don’t. Every morning at exactly 7:03 Christopher Maurice Brown walks past my door and every morning at exactly 7:03 I make sure to be taking my walk. We walk past each other, lock eyes for a couple of seconds, and then continue in our own paths as if we were strangers. But today feels different. I feel it and I know Chris feels it. He’s going to talk to me today.

(With that they both are set in their paths. At exactly 7:03 Chris approaches Chelsea’s house and see’s her walking in his direction).

Chris P.O.V.
There she is. Still as beautiful as always.

Chelsea P.O.V.
Here he comes. Looking so darn sexy in that suit just like he looks every morning.

Chris P.O.V.
Today is the day.

Chelsea P.O.V.
*smiling* Today is the day.

(Chris and Chelsea lock eyes. Chelsea is smiling waiting for Chris to speak but…he walks right past her).

Chelsea P.O.V.
…he…he just looked right through me. It was like I wasn’t here. I was sure he was going to…maybe I should just let…*sigh* *eyes watering*

(Chelsea continues to take her walk. Chris turned around to check to see if she was looking. Then he quickly places a package on her front step then continues towards his bus stop).

(It’s now 8:08am. Chelsea approaches her door, unlocks it, and then notices her foot is touching a package).

Chelsea: Hmm *picks it up* I didn’t order anything. *walks inside and shuts the door* Maybe it’s from mom.

(She opens the package to reveal a few things a letter)

Chelsea reads out loud:

Dear Chelsea,
I kno what you’re thinking. You’re probably wondering why I walked right past you this morning. Well I had spent all week planning the perfect way to talk to you but I couldn’t quite get it right. So I decided to show you how I felt first. If you look in the package you will find a CD. On this CD is “Sexy Can I” because this is the song I heard the first time I saw you at Mike’s crib. You was over there dancing like a pro and I was drooling like a preschooler. *giggles* Then also you will find a wrench. Now I know you have a confused look on your face right now. *laughs* This wrench is the one I used to fix Mike’s sink that one time you pulled a sneak attack on me in the kitchen…which lead to you flipping out on me too. Then if you look one more time in the package you will find a little box. This gift is the most important one but WAIT! Don’t open it. Just pick up the box, put it in your hand, and then come open your door.

(With that, Chelsea does just as the letter says and then opens her door to see…).

Chelsea: …Chris

Chris: *smiling* Hey Chelsea. *sigh* It feels good to finally talk to you.

Chelsea: It feels good to talk to you too.

Chris: Can I see the box?

Chelsea: *hands him the box*

Chris: *walks inside* Chelsea. This has been a long crazy road I know you can agree…but I wouldn’t trade any of it. And honestly, from day one I had feelings for you. From the moment we locked eyes and from the second you spoke to me. I’ve never met anybody like you. And I’m darn sure that I never will. *gets down on one knee* *opens the box* I want you Chelsea Williams. I need you in my life. I love you more than I feel I can express in words. Marry me…

Chelsea P.O.V.
Omg! Is this happening? That diamond is huge! Ok focus.

Chris P.O.V.
Ok…this is usually the part when the woman says “YES!” and then we start making out…but I’m still posing here like Captain Morgan…

Chris: Uh…if you need to think about it I can leave and co- (g.c.o)

Chelsea: No!

Chris: No?

Chelsea: No, I mean yes.

Chris: No you mean yes?

Chelsea: Yes! I wanna marry you. Now kiss me dumb nut.

(Chris put the ring on Chelsea’s finger then they FINALLY kissed but this time it felt right. For one, it didn’t involve a prostitute).

Chris P.O.V.
Things aren’t always as they seem. Don’t judge a book by its cover. If I had done that with Chelsea, I don’t know where I would be now or who I would be with but now I can’t see myself anywhere else or with anybody else.
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THE END!!!!!! What did y'all think?

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RUN iT!!!!!!

THATS OK EVERYBODY. I UNDERSTAND HOW U CAN GET BUSY AND FORGET. GLAD U ARE RUNNING IT NOW THOUGH. ITS TIME FOR ME TO BRING THIS STORY TO A CLOSE. BE LOOKIN OUT FOR THE CONCLUSION THIS WEEK :)

i am so sorry i havent been runnin it but i went away 4 a week 2 go 2 my ex college's homecomin and i had 2 go back 2 work as soon as i got back but im here now but damn they got Mike's ass and i am so f***in glad now he can be put in jail 4ever and then Chelsea and Chris can live happily ever after lol Run It girl!!!

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PrinC3sz Re3c3 l0v3s C. Br3ez3 even if he is wit big 4head Rihanna lol...Chris told me i could have watever i like i told him 2 drop Rihanna and he said ok babii lol =]

Haha. Chel. Yea I kno. He a sweetie in real life. Lol. And thanx for the comments. I wanna get a couple more before I put up the ending. Thanx. Much luv.

COMMENTS :). SHOW SOME LUV PLZ. THE STORY IS ALMOST OVER.

CHEL CHEL! YOU BETTA GET ON HERE AND COMMENT. LOL. LOVE YA. AND KEEP COMMENTING EVERYONE AND RUN IT SO I CAN PUT UP THE ENDING.

OK. FINALLY. HERE IS THE NEXT POST. ITS A BIG ONE TO MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME. LETS SEE WHAT HAPPENED:

(An hour later. In Mike’s car. Mike is sitting in the driver’s seat with a huge grin plastered on his face when all of a sudden…)

Chelsea: *quiet chuckles*

Mike: *raised eyebrow* (serious) What’s so funny?

Chelsea: *laughing louder*

Mike: (getting angry) Hey! I said what’s so funny?!

Chelsea: (laughing) You are! That’s what so funny. You actually thought you would win? You actually thought your so called “brilliant plan” was fool proof? *busts out laughing*

Mike: I don’t kno what you’re laughing about. Your man Chris is probably in a jail cell right now soon to serve some hard time.

Chelsea: You just don’t get it do you. Well let me break it down for you. Let’s start back when you first picked me up after I left Chris’ house.

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(Flashback)

(Chelsea is crying hysterically. Chris just kicked her out of his house and now she is walking aimlessly down the sidewalk. She doesn’t even notice an SUV driving slowly behind her).

Mike: *chuckles* Look at her. Dumb trick. You kno the drill Butch.

(Butch jumps out and quickly grabs her and puts his hand over her mouth as he throws her into the vehicle).

Chelsea: *upset* What the heck Mike?!

Mike: What? You didn’t think you weren’t going to see me again did you?

Chelsea:…

Mike: (sarcastically) Awww, I think she’s upset Butch. *pouty face*

Butch: *thunderous chuckle*

Mike: (serious) Well you’re about to get even more upset baby girl.

Chelsea: What do you mean?
Mike: Don’t worry. We’re not going to hurt you…this time. See, Chris has been trying to make me look bad. He turned you against me and I’m not having that. I have a rep to maintain. So…Chris is about to get his. Lil innocent Christopher is about to be facing… murder charges.

Chelsea: What?! Chris would never kill anybody!

Mike: Yea you’re right about that, BUT he is pretty mad at you right now. And when people are mad, they do things they don’t mean like murder the person who hurt them…or they might even murder somebody who is close to that person. They say the way to get to someone is to attack their heart…hmm…I wonder how Jessica is doing? It wouldn’t look to good for Chris if something happened to her.

Chelsea: (tearing up) What do you mean Mike?

Mike: Maybe I should pay her a visit.

Chelsea: (low) Omg…

Chelsea P.O.V.
Cmon girl think! Ok…if I could sneak and text Will without Mike seeing me.

(She reaches in her pocket and discreetly texts Will a message saying, “Mike is on his way to Jessica’s plz…” but she had to send just that and delete it quick because Mike noticed she is doing something).

Mike: What are you doing? *snatches her phone*

Chelsea: I was just looking at the time.

Mike: Hmm…well I’m going to hold on to this for now. I think it will become useful.

(Soon Mike pulls up in front of Jessica’s house. He make’s Chelsea stay in the car while he and Butch go inside. Jessica, unsuspecting, lets them in. Within just a few minutes, they had killed her and placed her body in a bag and dragged her to the car. But what they didn’t notice was…)

Will P.O.V.
I couldn’t believe what I saw. I had gotten there too late though. When I arrived, Jessica was already dead. But that didn’t stop me from trying to do what’s right. I pulled out my cell phone and filmed everything from one of the side windows. I saw them talking while standing over the body and then I saw them stuff her in a bag and drag her to the vehicle. I don’t know what he’s planning but I’m going make sure the truth comes out.

(With that, Will starts to sneak back to his car but he spots Chelsea in the back seat of the SUV. Luckily, she looks up and notices him. Will puts the phone up so she realizes that he has evidence and then he leaves for the police station).
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(Back to present)

Chelsea: Then after that, you lured Chris to the dock, tried to make it look like he did it, and now we are sitting here and you are lookin like a dumb nut. So you see…you are BUSTED!

(Mike was speechless yet furious).

Mike: (furious) Trick, you just f**ked wit the wrong nigga!

(Mike was about to reach in the back and grab his gun when…)

M/v: Freeze! Put your hands where I can see them Michael Mabry.

(Mikes puts his hands up and slowly gets out of the car at the instructions of the officers).

Officer: We have a warrant for you arrest as a suspect of the murder of Jessica Wilson.

(With that Mike shot an icy glare at Chelsea as they put him in the police car).

Chelsea P.O.V.
*exhales* This is first time in my life that I can honestly say…I feel free. I feel like my own person. Chelsea ain’t nobody’s trick no more and that’s how I’m going to keep it. I’m gonna start my life over and do it right this time.
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OK...YOU KNO WHAT TO DO. COMMENT ABOUT THIS SECTION THEN I WILL GIVE Y'ALL THE ENDING.

lucky you ... i wish i didnt have skool ... run it though!!!

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damn man i cant believe dis s*** is happenin and all started wit 1 chick Chelsea damn b!!! i hope Chris gets outta dis s***!!! he cant go down cause of dat snake Mike!!! Run It!!

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PrinC3sz Re3c3 l0v3s C. Br3ez3 even if he is wit big 4head Rihanna lol...Chris told me i could have watever i like i told him 2 drop Rihanna and he said ok babii lol =]

for one....Chris didnt even touch Jessica...right?....wouldnt Mike's fingerprints....as well as other stuff be on her....juss saying....
Mike is a sleezy coniving....a$$...i hope all this bacc fire.....

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