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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?

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::.Chapter 40.::

*Lala’s POV*

Two weeks. 14 days. 3336 hours.

That’s roughly how long it’s been since Ashley slipped into her
coma. There hasn’t been the slightest sign of improvement.

Everyone’s extremely worried now. Especially her dad. He’s scared s***less of losing her and is releasing his hurt in the form of anger. He and Juanita constantly have petty spats over their differing opinions on the state of their relationship with each other and their children. He feels that his financial provision for his family more than made up for his lack of being there for them. Aunt Juanita thinks he’s insane if he thinks his money was able to buy their love.

I feel for Tamara the most though. She’s the one who’s at the hospital and has to witness all of this. Isn’t it bad enough that her baby sister is lingering between life and death? Now she has to deal with her parents. It’s just not fair.

“How does Chris feel about this?” Mariah’s soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “You helping us…I mean.” Today is Carlos’s appointment with the heart surgeon. Not the pre-op, it’s Mariah’s first time meeting with him so I guess you could call it the consultation? Anyway, considering I’m paying for it, I decided to tag along as well.

“He wasn’t too keen about it at first.” I admit, shifting in my seat. “Even if he wasn’t in agreement though; I would still do it for you.”

“No.” She frowns. “I’ve been the cause of enough of your problems already. I would have found another way. I-“

“Mariah.” I interrupt, placing a hand on her shoulder. “It’s like I told Chris, this isn’t even about yo or what you’ve done. It’s about your son and giving him a chance at life.”

She smiles at me through teary eyes. “I can’t even begin to thank you enough for doing this for us....for Carlos.”

“Sorry I’m late.” <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/1275233502_202098-ea4e4-31684760-m750x740.jpg" target="_blank">Mickie</a> announces, walking in the lobby and taking a seat next to me. “Hello Mariah.” She says dryly. Ugh. Didn’t I tell her ass to be nice? She still questions whether Mariah is telling the truth or not.

I flash Mariah an apologetic look. “I hope you don’t mind me inviting her…”

“No.” Mariah shakes her head. “Of course not.” She turns to look at M. “Hi Mickie.” Her voice holds uncertainty, which is completely understandable given their last encounter. “I think I owe you an apology-“

“Think?” Mickie scoffs. I slap her leg. “The hell Lala?” She complains, rubbing the spot I assaulted.

“Be nice.” I grit.

“It’s okay Lala.” Mariah interrupts. “I deserve it.”

“Look mommy!” Carlos yells, running over to her, with a book in hand. “It’s the Caf In The Haf!”

“That’s <em>Cat</em> in the <em>Hat</em> baby.” She laughs and pulls him on her lap. “There’s someone mommy wants you to meet.” She looks towards Mickie who has an adorable smile on her face. “This is Ms. Makayla-“

“But you little man.” Mickie interrupts. “Can call me Mickie.”

Carlos c**ks his head to the side. “But you’re not a mouse…..are you?”

The three of us laugh. This little boy is too precious.

“No.” Mickie giggles. “I’m not. But it’s a nickname. Because I LOVE Disney.”

“Really?” Carlos eyes go wide. “Me too!” He smiles, showing a missing tooth. He looks up at Mariah. “I like her mommy. She’s pretty. Like you.”

“Hey!” I pout, trying to contain my smile. “What about me?”

He looks down sheepishly. “You’re pretty too, but…..”

“But what?” I press.

“You’re old.” He laughs.

My mouth drops as Mariah and Mickie stifle giggles. “Wh…wh…who told you that?”

“No one.” He shrugs. “But you and Uncle Chris are mawwied and only old people get mawwied.”

“It’s official.” Mickie exclaims. “I’m taking him from you.”

Carlos looks up at Mariah with fear in his eyes. “Don’t let her take me mommy! I wanna be with you forefer.” He buries his face into her chest.

“Don’t worry baby. No one is going to take you from me. Mickie was just playing.” She laughs and kisses the top of his head.
“Besides.” She smirks, gesturing to Mickie’s growing stomach. “I think in another couple months, she’ll have her own hands full.”

“Six to be precise.” Mickie cheeses, rubbing her belly. “I’d love to have you come to the baby shower.”

Mariah smiles small. “I’d be honored…when is it?”

A frown appears on Mickie’s face. “It was supposed to be today, but given what has happened….”

“Oh….” Mariah mirrors M’s frown. “How is she by the way? Ashley?” It’s almost ironic how concerned Mariah seems to be. Ashley’s the same one who whipped her ass not even a few months ago. How things can change…

“No progress.” I too frown. “Same as always. It’s almost depressing to go see her. The doctors are always so da-darn negative.” I stop myself from cursing, remembering Carlos is sitting right here.

“Who’s Ashley mommy?” Carlos questions, with innocence in his voice.

“Campbell.” A <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/House-M-D-8x01-Twenty-Vicodin-odette-yustman-25963117-1200-1803.jpg" target="_blank">nurse</a> walks in, glancing at a clipboard, flipping through the pages. “Carlos.”

“That’s us.” Mariah smiles nervously, trying to be brave for Carlos. She stands up, with him in her arms and looks at M and I.
“You guys can come in…if you want.”

“No, that’s okay.” I smile reassuringly. “We’ll just wait out here.”

“Moral support.” Mickie adds.

“Okay.” Mariah sighs, blinking her eyes before following the nurse into the room.

-CONT.-

Tyga releases a shaky breath as he steps foot into the hospital elevators. It’s been three weeks since he’s been there and just the thought of what he’s about to see makes him want to run home. He hates hospitals. Always has. He thinks they smell like death. They <em>are</em> death in his honest opinion. He tries to avoid all visits to the hospital as much as he can.

Punching in the buttons for the floor Ashley is on, he says a silent prayer. A prayer that includes asking God for strength. He knows facing Ashley’s father won’t be a walk in the park, but that is honestly the last thing on his mind. He doesn’t really care what Mr. Barnes does to him. He deserves it. It’s his fault she’s in this mess to begin with.

The automatic doors open to reveal the desk where the nurse sits. He informs her who he is (as if she didn’t know already) and doesn’t even acknowledge her flirting. He simply pins on his visitor pass and makes his way over to the private area he’s paying for Ashley and her family to stay in. Paying for Ashley’s hospital bills is the least he can do.

“Michael…” Ashley’s mother, <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/sofiavergara.jpg" target="_blank">Juanita</a>, walks over to him and pulls him into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry…” He trails off, clenching his jaw. Just seeing her
mother is starting to get to him. The guilt.

“No.” She breathes. “This isn’t your fault. No one blames you.”

“I should have come sooner.” He mutters, looking down at the ground.

“I knew you’d come. When you were ready.” She offers him a sad and exhausting smile.

“I don’t even know if I’m ready now.” He notices the lack of Ashley’s dad. “Where’s Mr. B?”

“He and <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/1341254603Jessica_Parker_Kennedy.jpg" target="_blank">Tamara</a> went for a drive. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what for…” She trails off. As mad as she is at her husband,
Juanita knows how much Tamara wishes to have a relationship with David. She won’t stand in the way.

Tyga nods in understanding. His eyes travel over to the room Ashley is in.

“It’ll be okay.” Juanita squeezes the young man’s hand and motions for him to go.

Tyga takes a deep breath and slowly makes his way into the room. The sight stops him dead in his tracks. This isn’t the woman he knows. This can’t be Ashley. This is someone else. The young woman lying in the bed, unconscious and with countless machines tied up to her looks exactly like Ashley, but he can’t accept that it is actually her. The life and mischief that he’s always seen in her is gone. Her face is blank. She looks lifeless.

“I’m so sorry Ashley…” He whispers, trying to stay strong. “You shouldn’t be here. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why did you have to-“ He stops himself, feeling his voice choke. “You shouldn’t have done that. I….I should be lying here. Not you….I should have been here sooner. I just…I couldn’t see you like this….it’s killing me.” He allows a tear to escape. “I’d give anything to take your place right now. If I could turn back time…..” Another tear. “You were right. About everything. It was wrong for me to string you along, like I’ve been doing….it’s not that I don’t want to marry you. I wanna take us to the next level. I want you to be my wife….I just….I guess I’m scared…..of settling down. I’ve never been good with commitments.” He chuckles sadly. “I guess you already know that huh? You know me better than I know my damn self.” More tears. “I need you Ashley. Please….<strong>Please</strong> don’t leave me. You have so much more to live for. I promise you baby…this time is gon be different. I’m done playing games. Just….give me another chance. Imma make things right. I…I- I can’t live without you.”

He allows more tears to fall as he lays his head on the side of her. He tries to stop the tears. It’s too hard though. This is the first time he’s cried since the shooting. It feels good to finally release his emotions. He needs this. He’s been holding it in for so long.

“Now ain’t this a b****?” He’s frozen. It can’t be. She’s….no….his mind is playing games with him. “The same nigga who was clowning his boys for crying, sitting here and blubbering like an infant. Sad. Just sad.” His heart stops beating. He’s scared to look up, but can’t help himself. Slowly, his head starts to rise until he’s met with the two brown orbs he’s gone three weeks without seeing.

“Ashley?” He breathes in astonishment. She smiles weakly at him. It’s true. She’s up. Ashley is up.

_FTR_

Ya’ll are some lucky b****es. This add would have been up yesterday cause I had it written. I just don’t think ya’ll would have liked it. Ashley died.

I originally planned to kill off Ashley or Mickie before starting the story. I never planned for ya’ll to love these crazy broads as much you do. Lol. I can’t front though….I don’t think I could go on with this story and not have Ashley’s crazy ass in it.

But yeah, it was typed up and everything. I changed my mind at the last minute though.

PS: Ya'll know the drama's about to come again right?

*smirks*

RUN IT!

lol very cute add..and dang lala and mickie got a smart mouth! i would have been too scared to talk to mr barnes ha ha

Laddddddddddiiiiiiesssss, I had my first day today. Whew. Tired af. -_________-
Anyways, awwww. That add was very cute and romantic, corny and sweet. But love is based off being corny and enjoying one another no matter what, Chris and Lala have came a pretty long ways. I kids forgot Chris even fcked up in the past, that's a good ass thing btw. They are so wrapped up in each other now, treating each other so right despite all that has happened. Coco & puff sound so adorable, UGGGGGH. I want them so bad! Lol. :( and Nemo? Df? Mickie and Drake are so freaking dumb, NEMO? A damn clownfish. It's cute--for A FISH. Not a damn fetus that is beyond un-normal. Smh! And you can tell Mick is pregnant, she air used to act like that. She was ride or die and was always loud! Ghetto ass! I guess little Nemo makes her calm, that's adorbs. :) I can't wait till the baby shower and stuff, poor Lala may be a bit sadden by it. But she got one in the oven!! I know she does. Lol :))

Ashley wake df up, PRONTO.
Tyga, getcho "skinty" ass up & go visit her.

Awwwwww I love this add, it's like one of those really cute flashback adds! But I'm happy that it is present day an that Chris was willing to do that even though he hates the song. That shows that he really Loves that girl and I know that she loves him.

As for Ashley, I hopes she pulls through, it will be so damn f***ed up if she doesn't. I can just imagine the toll it will have on everyone.........for a while. I really really really hope she pulls through! And I'm kind of happy her daddy came around. And Michael Ray Stevenson, you better tighten up because if she wakes and you don't come around, you lose her. And if she doesn't wake up, you lose her. So you are losing her either way.......

Run it Ambeeeeer lol

Awww! That was soo cute. Hopefully Ashley will make it through. I pray she does. Lol Chris and Lala are both something else...but definitely cute :) run it!

::.Chapter 39.::

*Lala's POV*

“s***.” I mutter, my eyes staying glued on <a href="hhttp://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/MV5BMjE1MjM5ODMzMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMjM1MTg0NA_V1_SX640_SY960_.jpg" target="_blank">Mr. Barnes</a>. “What should we do?”

“What do you mean what should we do?’” Mickie looks at me like I’m crazy. “We should get our asses as far away from here as possible before all hell breaks loose.”

I roll my eyes. I swear; being pregnant is really messing with Mickie’s thought process. “We can’t just leave Tamara to deal with her mom and dad alone. You know those two gon cause a big scene.”

“Exactly my point!” Mickie exclaims. “I ain’t trying to put me and Nemo’s life in danger.”

“Nemo?” I scrunch my nose in confusion. “Who the fu-Why the fu-What the <strong>f***</strong> is a Nemo?”

“That’s what Aubrey and I have decided to name the baby.” She smiles and places a hand over her bump. The look on my face must cause her to continue. “Not officially. Just until we can agree on something.”

“Nemo though? Seriously Mickie?” I shake my head. I’m really starting to question both Mickie and Drakes sanity. “You really need to get over this whole Disney infatuation you got going on.”

“f*** you hoe.” She retorts, glancing back at Mr. Barnes then back at me. “You want us to go follow him don’t you?”

“You know me so well.” I smirk. She flips me the bird as I turn the car off and move to exit. Getting out the driver’s seat, I look to see M hasn’t moved. “You’re coming with me Makayla, even if I have to drag your preggo ass out this car my damn self.”

She shoots daggers. It doesn’t deter me.

“Fine.” She groans, slamming the car door. “But, if anything happens to Nemo or me, you betta believe Aubrey’s coming after your phat ass.”

“With what?” I snort. “A damn gloomy ballad?”

“Watch it b****.” She warns.

The two of us walk closely together, following behind Mr. Barnes. We make sure that he doesn’t realize we’re behind him. At least…I thought we were.

“You know.” His deep voice stops our movement. “I pray to God neither of you work for the feds, because if do; they seriously need to look into firing your asses.”

“We’re not with the police.” I mumble, choosing my words carefully. “I swear.”

“Oh?” He turns around to face us. His 6 foot build and jacked body are extremely intimidating. I can feel Mickie shift as she tries to move behind me. Scary ass heifer. “Then why the f*** are you two following me?”

“Following you? Man, what you talking about?” Mickie nervously tries to play off his accusation. “Ain’t nobody following you. We were just….uh….”

“Wait.” He cuts her off. I can feel her body trembling. This is really pathetic. Her hormones must be off the chart. Because, the Mickie I know would never be this scared. Then again, he did just get out of prison. Or broke out…Oh God. What have I gotten myself into? He gon- “I know you two.”

“No you don’t.” Mickie remarks immediately. “You’ve never seen us before in your life.” She turns so we can walk back and grabs for my arm. “Come on Lala. Let’s leave the nice man-“

“Lala?” His eyes widen with recognition. “You’re Crystal and Marcus’s daughter? Aren’t you?”

“f***!” Mickie hisses. “So close.” She shakes her head and slowly turns back around.

I mentally roll my eyes at her. “Yeah…that’s me.” I chuckle nervously. “And this is Makayla or Mickie-“

“Well damn b****.” Mickie throws her hands up in the air. “Just put all my business out there why don’t ya?”

Mr. Barnes cracks what looks like a smile. But it’s filled with so much….pain? “You’re Brandy’s daughter.” He tells her. “Brandy and Crystal are sisters…right?”

“Damn.” Mickie murmurs. “For someone’s who’s been locked up for the last couple years, you sure do have a good memor-…and I’m just going to shut up.”

“Yes.” I glare. “Do that.”

“Ashley….” He trails off. It’s obvious this is hard for him to talk about. Understandable. “How…How is she?”

“She…” Mickie falters. “How much do you know?”

“She’s…” Damn. Even though I didn’t know Mr. Barnes too well before he went to prison, I can tell that he’s not used to being this…vulnerable. “…In a coma…has there been any change?”

“No, there hasn’t.” I frown. “Unfortunately…..” I sigh and bite my lip, thinking twice on what I’m about to ask him. “Does Juanita know you’re….out?”

“Hell no.” The small smile he had on his face drops. “She’s not expecting me either-

“Well then how did you find out about what happened to Ashley?” Mickie queries.

“The News.” He scoffs bitterly. “Can you believe that s***? My own daughter gets f***ing shot and her mother doesn’t even call to tell me.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sure she had a good reason?” Mickie suggests, trying to sound convincing. “I mean, it’s not like you’re staying or <em>were</em> staying at an easy to reach place or-“

“Mickie!” I hiss. This woman really needs to consider taking a vow of silence!

“What?!” She complains. “I’m just saying.”

“Well don’t!” I glare. “You’re making things worse.”

“This is why I don’t deal with children.” Mr. Barnes mutters, rubbing his temples. “It was…..interesting seeing the both of you again.” He attempts to be polite, but the frustration on his face and in his voice is more than obvious. “But I think it’s time I went to see my family now.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” Mickie grins, revealing her asymmetrical jaw.
“We’ll come with you.” She grabs my arm and moves so we can walk forward, but Mr. Barnes uses his arm to block us.

“I meant alone.” He adds extra emphasis on the ‘Alone’.

“Oh….” She looks at me sympathetically. What the hell? “Sorry Lala…but I think he wants you to sit this one out.”

Cue face palm. Pregnancy has totally made Mickie dense.

“No.” His eyes narrow directly on Mickie. “I was talking about the <strong>both</strong> of you.” He removes his arm and turns to head into the building. “I need some time alone to speak with my daughter and wife.”

“Speak or fight?” I murmur, crossing my arms. He’s not the nicest person. Again, Drug Lord. They’re not known for their humble personalities.

He turns back to look at us. His glare is menacing and both Mickie and I wince. “My daughter is lying in a hospital bed, in a coma, fighting for her life. Fighting is the <strong>last</strong> thing on my mind.”

“Well what is on your mind?” I mumble, immediately regretting the words as soon as they leave my mouth.

His gaze visibly softens and he tells us one last thing before disappearing into the hospital. “Redemption.”

-CONT.-

“So let me get this straight….” Chris ventures off, trying to take in everything. “Ashley’s dad….is a drug dealer?”

“Drug Lord.” I correct, grabbing several bottles of oil. “Big
difference.”

“And he’ been in jail for the past couple years..” He continues, not even acknowledging my rectification. “But now he’s out? When did he get out?”

“Yes. Yes. And I don’t know. We didn’t get a chance to ask.” I sigh, crawling on top of his back. I begin working my hands over his muscles. “Damn baby. You’re hella tense.”

He sighs heavily. “Long day.”

“Any luck with Tyga?” I question, even though I already know the answer. Chris and Drake have been attempting to get Ty to go see Ashley ever since she was shot, but have been unsuccessful with each visit. He just stays in the studio or at home and mopes around. IT’s like he’s slipping into depression.

“Nope.” He scoffs. “Ya know, I understand he’s hurting and everything, but so are the rest of us. There’s no damn good reason why he hasn’t gone to see Ashley. Everyone else has.”

“True, but we weren’t the ones she took the bullet for.” I remind him, pouring one of the body oils over his back as I massage it into his skin.

“And what is feeling sorry for himself going to do?” He rebuffs. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“I agree and unless he wants to get his ass murked, I suggest he get over himself and take his ass to the hospital before Mr. Barnes finds out he hasn’t been there at all.”

“Why?” Chris asks and hisses in pleasure as I work my hands on his lower back.

“Because.” I add another oil to my hands and lather it on his back. “He’s already going to blame Tyga for Ashley’s….condition and…..” I trail off. What if Ashley….doesn’t recover from this? What am I going to do without her? What will Tyga do? And her family, oh God; Auntie Juanita would be devastated if Ashley doesn’t wake up. Not to mention, Mr. Barnes. Just released from prison, only have to bury his youngest child because of a senseless act of violence. Where-

“Chanel.” Chris says rather loudly, starring me dead in the eye. I realize he’s now sitting up, with his arms wrapped around my waist. “What’s wrong?”

I look away from him, avoiding his vexed gaze. “It’s nothing.”

“Don’t try that s*** with me Chanel.” He forces me to look back at him. “What’s wrong?” He repeats his question, but this time, with a more authoritative tone.

I bite down on my lip. I refuse to cry though. No, I’ve been doing enough of that lately. “Ashley….”

I don’t need to finish. He already knows where I’m going with this. “Is going to be fine.”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t.” He sighs. “Not for sure. But I have faith that she’ll pull through. She has to.” I’m not convinced and it must show because he continues. “Come on bae, you know if anyone is strong enough to do it; Ashley’s psycho ass is.”

“I guess.” I force my face out of his hands and land my eyes on Coco and Puff who are sound asleep in their matching beds. That’s all they seem to do. Sleep.

“Come on.” Chris says, carefully removing me off him. He hops off the bed and pulls a white, wife-beater along with some jordan’s. “Where’s your iPod?”

“Ummm…on the dock I think.” I answer, surprised and caught off guard by his actions. “Wh-

“Great.” He interrupts, walking off to my iPod dock and pulling it off. He places it in in his pocket. Reaching for his keys and wallet, he looks at me. “You coming or what?”

“Where are we going?” I question, standing up with my arms crossed.

“Don’t worry about all that.” He rolls his eyes and heads for the door. “Besides, it’s a surprise.”

I roll my eyes, but with a smile on my face. Looking down at my <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/tumblr_lhlvjmDQGK1qhyo48o1_1280.png" target="_blank">outfit</a>, I grab my phone and place it in my bra. “We’ll be back my little boo boo’s.” I coo to Puff and Coco. They barely even stir. Leaving the lamp on for them, Chris and I exit the room.

-CONT.-

“Do you remember?” He asks me tentatively, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

I begrudgingly tear my eyes away from the beautiful <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/2211176479_2bc8298e38_z.jpg" target="_blank">scenery</a> in front of me. “Of course I remember.” I smile warmly. “This is where you took me during my first trip to L.A.”

He returns my smile. “You remember what I said too?”

I blush. “That the beauty I saw in this wasn’t even a fraction of the beauty you see in me.” I release a small laugh. “You always were mod corny.”

“Only when I’m with you.” He murmurs, caressing my cheek, a loving and longing look on his face. God I love this man.

“But I don’t understand…..” I trail off. “I’m glad you brought me here…but….why did you?”

He gives me a mischievous smile and pulls my iPod out his pocket.
“You’ll see.” He runs toward the car and plugs up the device to his sound system. I watch him in confusion, as he seems to search for a song before finding the right one.

“Before I press play.” He tells me, cheesing hard. “You have to promise you’ll do it with me, cause I’m only doing this s*** for you and I love you <em>and</em> I remember you told me you’ve always wanted to.”

“Chris I don’t even kno-“

“Just promise!” He yells laughing. “Trust me. You won’t regret it.”

<strong>A/N: Listen to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsVMH-jfgBo" target="_blank">THIS</a> song now. :)

“Fine.” I huff, crossing my arms again. He smiles even wider and moves to press something on my Touch. “I still don’t-“ I stop as the familiar opening chords fill the area around us. A wide smile graces my face. “You hate this song Chris.”

“True.” He shrugs, walking over to me. “But you love it and I love you, so by association, I love it too.” He laughs. “Now shut up and start singing.”

I shake my head and take a deep breath before starting to sing along with Donna Lewis. “We were strangers starting out on our journey. Never dreaming what we'd have to go through. Now here we are and I'm suddenly standing; at the beginning with you.” I finish, barely containing the giggle throughout my singing.

He cheeses and pecks my cheek before singing Richard Marx’s part.
“No one told me I was going to find you. Unexpected what you did to my heart. When I lost hope, you were there to remind me; This is the start.”

I laugh as he lifts me up and spins me around and we sing the chorus together. “And Life is a road and I want to keep going. Love is a river I want to keep flowing. Life is a road now and forever. A Wonderful journey.”

Chris and I start ‘foreplaying’. Not in a sexual way though. We act as if we’re doing a video together. He sings to me and I do the same with him. “'ll be there when the world stops turning. I'll be there when the storm is through. In the end I wanna be standing; at the beginning with you.”

We continue singing and playing as if we’re the only two people in the world. The thought of the paparazzi or anyone else catching us doesn’t cross my mind once. I’m elated that he’s willing to do this with me. He hates this song. Always has. So the fact that he clearly took the time out to learn it and do this with me speaks volumes. I know Chris and I have had our problems and he’s f***ed up in the past, but being with him now, watching as he interacts with me with such love…..I don’t care what may come our way….I <strong>know</strong> I’m not going anywhere. I’m with him till the end.

_FTR_

Thoughts? Hope this isn't disappointing.

The song is “At The Beginning” by Donna Lewis and Richard Marx.

Anyone who’s seen the animated film ‘Anastasia’ should know it.

It’s pretty corny, but I love it. :)

RUN IT

Lmaooo ima try to stale as long as I can lol

I found out the pass code to my mamma phone since my brother has my laptop and my mamma took my phone (long story) lol so I'm in this bit!!!

Hurry your ass up girl lol

And what the hell fluff mean?!!

It's coming ya'll! Give me 20 more minutes. I'm writing the last section now!

Hint?

FLUFF!

Tehe.

Stay ya'll asses up!

Need something to do that?

Watch these:

http://youtu.be/jrw_zRBWeZA

http://youtu.be/0zBdZf5Mj3c

http://youtu.be/3zspHbAk4Og

You're welcome.

~Amber~

Lmaoooo ikr Kianna!! I did the same thing (flap my hands around like I was crazy) but then it only made things worse. Ugh I'm just in a hard place lol.

Yes please add girl!! I can't get enough of this story :)

Lmfao, Tia your just clearly broken the hell up. You were scrapping, got them paws on 'ya huh? LMFAAAAAO. & ewwwwww, at your finger. *waves my hands around* gross. Get away. lol. But yay, your over your writers block! That's always a good ass thing to hear. & whatever idea you used, then run with it! & hell yeah, please add tonight. :( it'll make me happy.

Lol no I didn't fight, I don't really know what happened lol It was hurting one day and I looked at it and my bone was popping out the side of my right bird finger lol. Sounds nasty right? But my mamma says that I been shootin' to many birds that why It's broken. [Lies] Lol

But I'm glad tht you're over your writers block and I hope that you used the "Ashley wake yo ass up" I idea lmaoooo

Run it Girli

Poor Tia. Girl what happened to your ass? I know your crazy behind didn't get into a fight, so Imma just assume it was a sporting accident. lol

Good news though....I'm over my writers block!!! :)

I think. My idea are slowly, but surely, starting to come back to me. I started working on the next add last night. It should be up by tonight. So Kianna's greedy ass will get her daily dose of Lala and Chris.

As far her ideas....I may have used one and I may not have. ;)

Either way, thanks for the help you guys! :)

~Amber~

I'm on my phone, Smh. So don't look for me to reply with a long ass paragraph as usual. Touch screen phones ain't all that when I'm busy ranting and getting my damned point across! And anyways, I ain't notice the typo's, not many anyways. But anyways, poor Tia all broke the hell up, you need to be admitted to your county hospital and remain there till you recover. Lmfao! & well, chapter wise? I could go on and on.

But here are a few ideas.
1. ASHLEY WAKE HER ASS UP.
2. TYGA COMES & APOLOGIZES
3. LALA AND CHRIS HAVE A ROMANTIC GETAWAY

Blah, or even you could do a little flashback and when they lost Marcus. *shrugs* :( its just a sad thought. Run this hella quickly, all y'all heffa's know I take my ass back to school on Monday, so do it for me, do it because you love me dawggggggg! *Tommy voice* lmfao.

Oh emm geeeez I want to put the longest paragraph ever right now, but I am in so much f***ing pain right now that I can't stand. I'm havin stomach cramps (know what THAT means) my knee is hurting (I need my knee brace but I'm too damn lazy to get up and get it) and my damn finger hurts (it's broken)

I thinks it's really sweet and cute Chris and Lala back in the day when there really wasn't much to worry about, when they were in their cupcake stage. On cloud 9.

Chapter wise, I don't know, I just want Ashely to wake her ass up! Lol

But I'm about to die right now with this damn pain!

Ambeeeeeeeer!!!! I hate being a girl sometimes I swear lol. I'm so childish.

Run it and make Ashley wake up!

Holy s***. Why didn't you guys tell me about all the damn typo's in that add? -_-

Anyway, I added the pics....if anyone was even concerned....or interested. lol

Uggghhhhh.

I am so f***ing blocked right now. I can't believe I'm asking you this, I'm pretty sure it goes against every writer's rule, but.....what do you guys want to see happen next?

Like, chapter-wise? Not story-wise? I got that planned already. ;)

But maybe suggestions could help...Idk...make something click so I can get back on track with this.

Oh, and Kianna and Tia? Don't start with that baby talk with ya'll crazy asses. lmao

~Amber~

lol he tricked her...i would have been too through wit him bringin up that trey crap..but its all good it was jus a joke..lol they are cute! run it!

Aww they were soo cute back in the day! Sweet actually in a weird messed up way when he got chanel to express her feelings..hmm. errbody done paired off and ishh..smh. anyways run it!

*my Tommy voice from off Martin* that was dope dawgggggg! Chris has "had" mad feelings for her back in the day, it's cute. Despite all the fame he had then, he kicked it with her. How cute, they were such a cute little couple. & look at them now, married and working on the babies! ^___^ awwwl yes! Anywho, Ashley and that Barnes guy....who... Still about shady on what he's there for? Paying unexpected visits, I hope in a friendly way and not a bad away. Hmph, I must contemplate on my assumsations. Run this!

And who df wears heels to the beach?
Lmaaaaaaaaaaaaooooo.

::.Chapter 38.::

*Lala POV*

*April 17, 2011*

(This is sorta a continuation of Chapter 5’s Flashback)

“That was so humiliating.” I mumble, covering my flushed face with my hand. “God must really have it out for me.” I knows that’s not true at all, but it seems pretty appropriate given the circumstances. Out of all the days for Uncle Brown to pop up, he picks the day Chris is in town. Then, to make it worse, Trey’s delusional ass pulls that ‘My girl’ s***. And Chris….the way he stood up for me….Ugh. I’m so confused right now.

“It was nice meeting you too Leroy Brown!” I hear Chris yell and start walking faster. s***. He must be done showing Uncle Brown how to use a USA map. I don’t know. I left when Uncle B started talking about the time Pop Brown taught him how to swim. Whatever the case, I continue my quick pace so I can hurry up and make it to Chris’s car.

“Layla!” I stop dead in my tracks. s***. “Yoo hoo!” I feel like running my ass off somewhere. Sister Johnson, the church secretary and Queen of Gossip, walks over to me. She flashes me a fake smile and I reluctantly do the same. “I can’t tell you how good it is to see you this fine Sunday morning.” The feeling sure as hell ain’t mutual. “Especially since Wednesday night made the second Bible Study class you’ve missed.”

<strong>Maybe if fake b****es like you weren’t the one’s teaching it, I would start going regularly again.</strong>

“Well.” I bite my tongue to keep from lashing out at her. “School’s getting ready to end, so I’ve been busy studying and working on my finals.”

“Sure you can find time for the Lord in the midst of school.” True. I can also find time to smack tat cheap ass lipstick off your crusty lips. “Tremaine does it, and I don’t think I need to tell you how hectic his life is. He’s so inspiring.” Yup. Pastor’s son who sleeps with any walking thing that has a pussy, does drugs and is mentally abusive. That’s totally inspiring.
Did I mention Sister Johnson is his aunt? She and Trey’s uptight and snooty family are good for bragging on their perfect Tremaine. If they only knew though…..

“Yeah well, Trey’s not graduating a year early, with honors, nor is he class valedictorian.” The words leave my mouth before I even have time to process what I’m saying. “Besides, I hardly think shooting a basketball and attending Church occasionally, constitutes as a ‘hectic’ lifestyle.” She gives me an appalled look. Oh well, I’m sick of her dragging on for her no good, sneaky, dip s*** nephew. He ain’t even smart. Nigga can barely spell his own name, unless the pencil is his tongue and the paper is some b****es pussy.

“Excuse me?” She narrows her eyes slightly. “Haughty eyes and a proud heart, the lamp of the wicked, are sin. Proverbs-“

“Proverbs 21:4.” I roll my eyes and cut her off. I hate when Church folks do this. It’s childish. But if she wants to go there; let’s go there. “Nice verse.” I flash her a sweet and innocent smile. “One of my favorite’s though is Matthew 6:1. Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven.” I finish with the same smile on my face but a direct tone now laces my voice.

“How dare you speak to me like that?” Her eyes widen as she looks at me in shock. “Little girl, I am old enough to be your mother.”

“True.” I shrug. “But you’re not. Thank the Lord for that.” I shake my head and decide to continue when she opens her mouth to say something else. “Was there something you needed from me Sister Johnson? Because I actually have things I need to attend to-“

“Things or people?” She shoots back, flicking her eyes to behind me. I slowly turn my head to see she’s looking at Chris, who is talking to Tyga and Drake. Where the hell did Ashley and Mickie go? “Don’t you think that boy is a little old for you? And look at all those tattoos.” She shakes her head. “Nothing but the mark of the beast, that’s what it is.”

“You have ten seconds to tell me what the he-“ I stop myself from saying ‘hell’ and clench my jaw. “Heck it is you want or I’m leaving.”

“If you were my daughter…” She trails off before crossing her flabby arms. “It has been brought to mine and the council’s attention.” The council is a group of the elder churchwomen who are just like this….thing standing in front of me. “By numerous church members that your…attire for today…was rather….. distracting.”

Not this s*** again. “Are you serious?” Every once in a while, one of the council woman approaches me about the way I dress. And not <strong>one</strong> of those times have my outfits ever been too provocative. “What’s wrong with my outfit now? You can’t see any cleavage; it does absolutely nothing for my shape-”

“I beg to differ young lady.” She cuts me off. “You may not be showing any cleavage, but the bosom section of your dress is dangerously low and extremely fitting. Too fitting.”

“Would these complaints happen to be coming from any male members?” I ask, placing a hand on my hip. No answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. They shouldn’t be looking at my chest anyway.”

“They wouldn’t have to look if you would learn to cover yourself up.” She shoots back.

“You are unbelievable!” I yell, not even trying to contain my anger anymore. “I could be wearing a freaking minister’s robe and you people would still find something wrong! Jazmine dresses like a damn prostitute, always has her breast hanging out and not once do you <strong>ever</strong> approach her!” Jazmine is Trey’s fifteen-year-old sister who acts like she’s 21. She’s practically a sex addict and is known around school for giving guy’s blow jobs just for fun. Like me, she’s well developed, but unlike me, she uses it for all the wrong reasons. It’s hard to say who’s worse; Trey or Jazmine.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me little girl.” She wags a meaty finger at me. “I’m not Crystal. I won’t put up with your immoral behavior. Don’t you realize what kinda message you’re sending out to men? Does that ring on your finger even mean anything to you? I tell you, this is how poor, innocent girl get abducted, raped-”

She continues to go on, but loses me as soon as the word ‘Rape’ comes out. Any confidence I had to stand up to her diminishes. I feel uneasy. Maybe she is right. Maybe I <strong>do</strong> dress too provocatively. I know I did <strong>that</strong> night.

“I….” I mumble, looking everywhere but at her. “I have to go.”

“I’m not done talking to you!” She yells after me, but I continue walking. My feet bring me towards Chris, he glances at me and smiles. Clearly, he notices the distressed look on my face and a frown replaces the smile.

He completely cuts off Drake who was in mid-sentence. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I borrow your jacket?” I blurt out, wrapping my arms around myself. I feel so naked. Everyone’s looking at me. They must be.

He looks confused. “Why-“

“Please!” I shout, louder than I intended. He looks taken back and I soften my tone. “ Please?”

He just nods, slips off the jacket and place it around me. I slip my arms in and zip it up all the way. It’s entirely too big, but I don’t care. The bulkier the better. The less you can see. The less chance I have of <strong>it</strong> happening again.
I turn around to see Sister Johnson is now talking to my mom. s***. They both look like they’re going back and forth with it. Double s***. I shake my head turn my attention back to the guys.

“Where’s Lee Lee and Mickie?”

“Ashley went to go take a call from her mom.” Tyga replies.

“Yeah, and it was a waste of my damn time.” Ashley spits, walking over to us. A pissed off look gracing her face.

“She isn’t coming home tonight is she?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Do you even have to ask?” She says harshly, but her face softens when she see’s the strange look on my face. “You okay?”

“I’ll tell you later.” I mumble and she drops the subject. That’s one thing I love about Lee Lee. She’s not pushy. At least, not with Mickie and me. “

“And Makayla went to go talk with her sister.” Drake finally replies, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“What? I didn’t know they were here.” I c**k my head to the side. “Do you know which one it is? She has two.”

He thinks for a moment before speaking. “I’m not too sure. I think I heard someone call her…..Brandy?”

Lee and Lee look at each other, then at Drake, and at each other again before busting out laughing.

All three men look confused as f***. “What’s so funny?” Tyga asks.

“<a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/sanaa-lathan-Copy.jpg" target="_blank">Brandy</a> isn’t Mickie’s sister.” Ashley giggles, adjusting her dress top and pulling it up.

“That’s her mom.” I answer, smirking at the dumbfounded look on their faces.

“You lying!” Tyga accuses. “Ain’t no way that bad b**** is somebody’s mama.”

“I believe it.” Chris adds. “She and Chanel’s mama are sisters and ya’ll seen Crystal’s fine ass.” Their lustful gazes travel over to my mom.

“Nigga. I <strong>know</strong> you not talking about my freaking mama when I’m standing right here.” I place a hand on my hip and Lee Lee crosses her arms.

“Uhh…” He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck. “Girl, you know I’m just f***ing with you.”

“I’m ready to go and I’m ready to go now.” <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/VampireDiariesS2_010KaterinaGraham.jpg" target="_blank">Mickie</a> fumes, marching over to us with an enraged expression.

“What’s wrong?” Drake asks with genuine concern.

“My mother.” She grits, impatiently tapping her foot against the grass. She turns towards me. “I’m crashing at your place tonight.”

“Well you gonna be alone cause I’m not going home tonight.” I tell her.

“What? Why?” She questions and I nod my head in the direction of my mom and Sister Johnson. “Don’t tell me that old hag lectured you about your clothes again.”

“Yup.” I groan. “So you <strong>know </strong> it’s gon be some s*** with my mama when I get home and I do not feel like dealing with that tonight.”

“Ya’ll can stay with me.” Lee Lee offers. “I could use the company.”

“Let’s do something.” They give me a strange look. “All of us. The girls and I can chill tonight, but for now, I think it’d be nice for us to get out and…I don’t know…do something.”

“Sounds good to me.” Chris nods. “What ya’ll wanna do?”

“Let’s go to the beach!” Mickie suggests.

“b**** please.” Ashley sucks her teeth. “I am not trying to get my hair wet.” She pats her hair. “I just got my weave touched up.”

Mickie rolls her eyes. “Then don’t get in the water hoe.” She turns toward the guys. “Ya’ll are staying at a hotel on the
beachfront right?”

“Yeah” Tyga answers.

“Cool. So you guys can just follow us to Ashley’s place, so we can change and from there we’ll hit up the your hotel so ya’ll can change-“

“And on to the beach we go.” Mickie finishes for me. The six of us laugh and make our way to the cars.

-CONT.-

“s*** Ashley.” Tyga breathes, looking around in awe at Ashley’s <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/NiceHouse_full1.jpg" target="_blank">house</a>. “You didn’t tell me your family has money.”

“That’s cause we don’t.” She rolls her eyes and throws her keys on the sofa.

“Sure could’ve fooled me with this nice ass crib.” Drake comments, as he Chris and Tyga take seats in the <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/living_room_with_tv-wallpaper-1280x1024.jpg" target="_blank">living room</a>. “What do your parents do?”

“Her mom’s a flight attendant and her dad is-“

“Come on ya’ll.” She hurries up and cuts me off. “Let’s go get ready.” She starts heading up the stairs and Mickie and I follow suit. As soon as we enter her<a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/fhhtrt.jpg" target="_blank">room</a>, Mickie and I jump all over her.

“You haven’t told him have you?” Mickie demands, as we walk over to the drawer where we keep our spare clothes.

“Hell no and I don’t plan on it.” She scoffs, making her way over to her closet. “He doesn’t need to know.”

My eyes go wide. Is she serious right now? “Ashley, you don’t think he deserves to know he’s dating the daughter of Virginia’s most notorious drug dealer?”

“Former.” She corrects. “Virginia’s <em>former</em> most notorious drug dealer. Getting his ass locked up kinda put a stop to that.”

Mickie sucks her teeth. “Yeah, well, Julian’s crazy ass is the one holding it down for him until he gets out. And you know how psycho his ass is.”

“Please, Julian don’t give a s*** about me.” Ashley shoots back, slipping her dress off. “Just as long as mama is taken care of and we keep our house, he’s fine.”

Up until his destructive lifestyle caught up with him, David “Demon” Barnes was the most feared drug Lord in the entire state of Virginia. No one wanted to get on Demon’s bad side. Even in prison, his name still sends chills down people’s spines. He’s been in jail for 2 years now, but he still manages to make sure his family is taken care of. Ashley’s big brother, Julian, has taken his father’s position and quickly adapted to his new role. Although he’s not as ruthless as Demon, pissing him off is a sure death sentence.

“I think you should tell him.” Mickie advises, pulling out an outfit. “What if you run into Julian or one of his men?”

“We won’t.” Ashley assures, changing her jewelry. “I’ll just make sure we don’t cross paths.” '“Good luck with that.” I snort, taking off my own dress.

“Look.” Ashley sighs, sitting on her bed. “I know you guy’s don’t understand but….I <strong>really</strong> like Ty. And not just because we have awesome sex.-“

“Eww.” Mickie frowns in disgust. “TMI Lee Lee.”

“Anyway.” Ashley rolls her eyes and continues. “I just….I’ve never felt like this about any guy before and….I don’t want to ruin it. I don’t want to scare him off.” She plays with her fingers. “Imma tell him…just not now.”

“You promise?” I ask.

She narrows her eyes humorously. “b**** don’t be pressuring me.”

I laugh as we proceed to finish getting ready.

-CONT.-

It takes us longer than expected to get ready, but the outcome is worth it. <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/00142.jpg" target="_blank">Mickie</a>, <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/tumblr_m3wjps3jhO1qimt2ro1_500.png" target="_blank">Ashley</a>, and <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/4855-nicki-minaj-booty.jpg" target="_blank">I</a> look bad-f***ing-ass. Of course, trying to be cute, we decide to wear heels. Biggest. Mistake. Ever. Sand plus heels equals’ torture and extreme discomfort. <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/Chris-Brown-Gold-Chains-in-Miami-chris-brown-29208505-816-1222.jpg" target="_blank">Chris</a>, <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/TYGACHAINGARFIELD.jpg" target="_blank">Tyga</a>, and <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/drake-2.jpg" target="_blank">Drake</a> change rather quickly and we soon make our way to the <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/bay_sunset_web2.jpg" target="_blank">beach</a>. It’s different though. Because, apparently, there’s a private section on the beach that’s reserved for celebrities. Weird. That’s where the guys take us. It’s only us and the ocean. It’s peaceful.

Mickie and Drake seem to be hitting it off well. I can tell she’s really into him and vice versa. It’s not too long after we arrive that they separate from us so they can be along. Tyga and Ashley also go MIA, but for <em>other</em> reasons. They are too nasty.

Chris and I continue to walk along the beach. He doesn’t say much to me and whenever I try to start a conversation, his replies are curt and it seems like I’m annoying him. We start making our way down this long ass <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/dock.jpg" target="_blank">dock</a>. Finally, I can’t take the abrupt change in his mood and stop walking. I move and stand in front of him.

“Did I do something wrong?” My tone is direct and to the point.

“What?” He says, not even looking at me.

“Did I do something wrong?” I repeat, with the same tone.

“Why would you ask that?” He questions, in a nonchalant voice.

“Because you’re acting funny with me.” I scoff.

“The f***? No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” I roll my eyes and cross my arms. “Look, if you didn’t want to come then all you had to do was say so.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The volume in his voice rises. “Are you bipolar or something?”

My eyes go wide. Is this nigga for real?

“Motherf***er you are the last one that needs to be calling someone bipolar with your mental ass.” I spit back. “Now, it’s
obvious you have a problem with me so-“

“Was he telling the truth?” He interjects and it catches me off guard.

“The hell?”

“Trey.” He clenches his jaw. “Was he telling the truth about you and him? Are ya’ll still together?”

“That’s what this is about? Trey?” I shout in disbelief. “How can you even ask me that? I told you already; we broke up. Wh-“

“Really?” He challenges, silencing me. “Didn’t seem that way to me.”

“Well then you’re an idiot.” I exclaim. “No. Let me rephrase that; you’re a <strong>blind</strong> idiot.”

“Do you still have feelings for him?” His nostrils flair at my insult and, for a second, I see a look of rage cross his handsome face. “Is that why you keep treating me like some f***ing rebound?”

“I don’t-“

“s*** you don’t.” He rebuffs my attempt to speak, and sighs. “Look Chanel, I wasn’t lying when I said I really like you, but I’m not going to just wait on the sidelines while you trying to sort out your feelings.”

“Oh, you mean like you did with Kae and Draya?” I don’t even need to say Rihanna for him to realize she’s the one Trick 1 and 2 were playing side-hoe to. “And the only ‘feelings’ I have towards Trey is anger, more anger, and then even more anger. Not that it means anything to you, since you seem to listen more to people you don’t even know, rather than me.”

“Why would I believe someone who clearly doesn’t feel the same way about me that I do for her?” He replies sharply.

What.The.f***ing.Hell?

“Are you f***ing insane?” I breathe in shock and anger. “Of course I have the same feelings! Maybe even stronger, ya f***ing moron!” I want to finish what I’m saying, but the laugh that escapes his mouth sends me over the edge.

“It took you long enough…” He smirks, walking closer to me. His fingers move to stick a string of hair behind my ear.

“You set me up!” I accuse, realizing what he’s just done. So wait….I drop to calm myself down.

“I had to get you to admit your feelings for me somehow.” He shrugs.

“How about just freaking asking me?” I offer, trying to maintain my cool. “s***. You did. Nevermind.”

“So…” He smirks, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me into him. “Where does that leave us?”

“Wel….” I mirror his smirk and wrap my arms around his neck. “It leaves me standing here on the dock and you…” My smirk deepens. “Inside the Atlantic.” Before he even has a chance to respond, I use all my might and push him towards the water. He reaches for something, but it's too late. He goes tumbling in the water. I jump back to avoid the splash.

“That was for f***ing with my emotions.” I try to be stern with him, but I can't conceal the smile on my face and glee in my voice. “Boyfriend.” I wink, walking away and laugh when I hear Chris yell out for me not to leave him. To be honest, I don’t think I could ever leave him..

_FTR_

SO TIRED. I'll add pictures tomorrow. :)

Update Coming Tonight.

It's a long one (8 pages and I'm not even done). But I'm just trying to make up for the delays. lol. Sorry.

Heyyyyy Toya. lol

Stay Tuned Ya'll....

~Amber~

Amby u bout to get a loooonnnnggggg assss catch up comment :-)

Awww, I'm sorry you have a case of writers block. But don't worry, I'll jump off your ass ...for now. It's quite normal but you gotta make it work, use that big imagination we all have. It'll click in ASAP! & awww, Marcus died too soon. :( I still feel so sorry for them. Poor Chris and Lala. </3

Omg! Sister Johnson is too damn mean. How dare she act like that, it's ridiculous! People like that I can't stand at all, always bragging and being so mean. -___- ugh. Trey and his sister Jaz need to be the ones she should be yelling at. Is all the women she hang around so damn cruel, other than her Grandmother? I'm beyond upset that Lala felt bad about her appearance and felt sorry and as if it was her fault for being raped. It wasnt her fault at all, but that damn monster. Smh! & then again, her mom should been the one to get her some help, it's ridiculous af. Ughhhhhhhh!!!!

Amby I'm so catching up on this tomorrow girl! I actually miss reading this!!!

I woulda hit her in the face!
Any who Run it Amby xD!

Yo i hate church ppl that be like that too! I feel for lala. As long as you doing your best..shouldn't worry bout what otha ppl think. Anywayz ..run it! :)

I swear I would have slapped the mess out of that lady!
She was waaay out if line!

Run it

<strong>A/N: I’m having a bad case of writer’s block, so this is all I could come up with. I remember Kianna mentioning a while back how she was upset that Lala never gave Chris an answer on the status of their relationship, so I figured this would be a good place to start. Imma try to make it long since you greedy people have gone a while without an update.</strong>

Oh, and to answer Kianna’s question; Lala suffered a stillbirth during the delivery. :(

::.Chapter 38 (teaser).::

*Lala POV*

*April 17, 2011*

(This is sorta a continuation of Chapter 5’s Flashback)

“That was so humiliating.” <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/largee6x00eqdk407.jpg" target="_blank">I</a> mumble, covering my flushed face with my hand. “God must really have it out for me.” I knows that’s not true at all, but it seems pretty appropriate given the circumstances. Out of all the days for Uncle Brown to pop up, he picks the day Chris is in town. Then, to make it worse, Trey’s delusional ass pulls that ‘My girl’ s***. And Chris….the way he stood up for me….Ugh. I’m so confused right now.

“It was nice meeting you too Leroy Brown!” I hear Chris yell and start walking faster. s***. He must be done showing Uncle Brown how to use a USA map. I don’t know. I left when Uncle B started talking about the time Pop Brown taught him how to swim. Whatever the case, I continue my quick pace so I can hurry up and make it to Chris’s car.

“Layla!” I stop dead in my tracks. s***. “Yoo hoo!” I feel like running my ass off somewhere. <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/AdeleWebber-1.jpg" target="_blank">Sister Johnson</a>, the church secretary and Queen of Gossip, walks over to me. She flashes me a fake smile and I reluctantly do the same. “I can’t tell you how good it is to see you this fine Sunday morning.” The feeling sure as hell ain’t mutual. “Especially since Wednesday night made the second Bible Study class you’ve missed.”

<strong>Maybe if fake b****es like you weren’t the one’s teaching it, I would start going regularly again.</strong>

“Well.” I bite my tongue to keep from lashing out at her. “School’s getting ready to end, so I’ve been busy studying and working on my finals.”

“Sure you can find time for the Lord in the midst of school.” True. I can also find time to smack tat cheap ass lipstick off your crusty lips. “Tremaine does it, and I don’t think I need to tell you how hectic his life is. He’s so inspiring.” Yup. Pastor’s son who sleeps with any walking thing that has a pussy, does drugs and is mentally abusive. That’s totally inspiring.

Did I mention Sister Johnson is his aunt? She and Trey’s uptight and snooty family are good for bragging on their perfect Tremaine. If they only knew though…..

“Yeah well, Trey’s not graduating a year early, with honors, nor is he class valedictorian.” The words leave my mouth before I even have time to process what I’m saying. “Besides, I hardly think shooting a basketball and attending Church occasionally, constitutes as a ‘hectic’ lifestyle.” She gives me an appalled look. Oh well, I’m sick of her dragging on for her no good, sneaky, dip s*** nephew. He ain’t even smart. Nigga can barely spell his own name, unless the pencil is his tongue and the paper is some b****es pussy.

“Excuse me?” She narrows her eyes slightly. “Haughty eyes and a proud heart, the lamp of the wicked, are sin. Proverbs-“

“Proverbs 21:4.” I roll my eyes and cut her off. I hate when Church folks do this. It’s childish. But if she wants to go there; let’s go there. “Nice verse.” I flash her a sweet and innocent smile. “One of my favorite’s though is Matthew 6:1. Beware of practicing your righteousness before other people in order to be seen by them, for then you will have no reward from your Father who is in heaven.” I finish with the same smile on my face but a direct tone now laces my voice.

“How dare you speak to me like that?” Her eyes widen as she looks at me in shock. “Little girl, I am old enough to be your mother.”

“True.” I shrug. “But you’re not. Thank the Lord for that.” I shake my head and decide to continue when she opens her mouth to say something else. “Was there something you needed from me Sister Johnson? Because I actually have things I need to attend to-“

“Things or people?” She shoots back, flicking her eyes to behind me. I slowly turn my head to see she’s looking at Chris, who is talking to Tyga and Drake. Where the hell did Ashley and Mickie go? “Don’t you think that boy is a little old for you? And look at all those tattoos.” She shakes her head. “Nothing but the mark of the beast, that’s what it is.”

“You have ten seconds to tell me what the he-“ I stop myself from saying ‘hell’ and clench my jaw. “Heck it is you want or I’m leaving.”

“If you were my daughter…” She trails off before crossing her flabby arms. “It has been brought to mine and the council’s attention.” The council is a group of the elder churchwomen who are just like this….thing standing in front of me. “By numerous church members that your…attire for today…was rather….. distracting.”

Not this s*** again. “Are you serious?” Every once in a while, one of the council woman approaches me about the way I dress. And not <strong>one</strong> of those times have my outfits ever been too provocative. “What’s wrong with my outfit now? You can’t see any cleavage; it does absolutely nothing for my shape-”

“I beg to differ young lady.” She cuts me off. “You may not be showing any cleavage, but the bosom section of your dress is dangerously low and extremely fitting. Too fitting.”

“Would these complaints happen to be coming from any male members?” I ask, placing a hand on my hip. No answer. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. They shouldn’t be looking at my chest anyway.”

“They wouldn’t have to look if you would learn to cover yourself up.” She shoots back.

“You are unbelievable!” I yell, not even trying to contain my anger anymore. “I could be wearing a freaking minister’s robe and you people would still find something wrong! Jazmine dresses like a damn prostitute, always has her breast hanging out and not once do you <strong>ever</strong> approach her!” <a href="http://i1050.photobucket.com/albums/s413/DramaQueenAmby/For%20The%20Record/bmi7.jpg" target="_blank">Jazmine</a> is Trey’s fifteen-year-old sister who acts like she’s 21. She’s practically a sex addict and is known around school for giving guy’s blow jobs just for fun. Like me, she’s well developed, but unlike me, she uses it for all the wrong reasons. It’s hard to say who’s worse; Trey or Jazmine.

“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me little girl.” She wags a meaty finger at me. “I’m not Crystal. I won’t put up with your immoral behavior. Don’t you realize what kinda message you’re sending out to men? Does that ring on your finger even mean anything to you? I tell you, this is how poor, innocent girl get abducted, raped-”

She continues to go on, but loses me as soon as the word ‘Rape’ comes out. Any confidence I had to stand up to her diminishes. I feel uneasy. Maybe she is right. Maybe I <strong>do</strong> dress too provocatively. I know I did <strong>that</strong> night.

“I….” I mumble, looking everywhere but at her. “I have to go.”

“I’m not done talking to you!” She yells after me, but I continue walking. My feet bring me towards Chris, he glances at me and smiles. Clearly, he notices the distressed look on my face and a frown replaces the smile.

<a href="http://img1.bdbphotos.com/images/orig/0/b/0bh4bj18sseeee8.jpg" target="_blank">He</a> completely cuts off Drake who was in mid-sentence. “What’s wrong?”

“Can I borrow your jacket?” I blurt out, wrapping my arms around myself. I feel so naked. Everyone’s looking at me. They must be.

He looks confused. “Why-“

“Damn it Chris!” I shout, louder than I intended. He looks taken back and I soften my tone. “Please?”

He just nods, slips off the jacket and place it around me. I slip my arms in and zip it up all the way. It’s entirely too big, but I don’t care. The bulkier the better. The less you can see. The less chance I have of <strong>it</strong> happening again…..

<strong>TO BE CONTINUED......</strong>

RUN IT

Sorry, no update tonight.

I have writers block. :(

I'll have one up by tomorrow (Tuesday) evening.

Again sorry.

Please don't kill me!

^runs and hides*

lmao

I wish my best friend WOULD do some s*** like that! I swear it would have been some s***! Somebody would have gotten their asses beat and I'm not even joking. And I've always been social and my circles have always been big but I learned the hard way to keep my circle small........VERY small. You can't really trust ANYONE now-a-days.

But the story, Oh-Emm-Geez!! I was almost in tears when they were in their bedroom. Chris is just so hurt and torn by the death of Marcus. You can tell that he isn't over it and that he struggles with it from day to day. I hope that he soon learns how to cope with it. I'm glad Lala treated him right. *big obvious wink* And I hope Mariah ain't lyin cause I swear to God if she lyin it's gone be some MORE s***! I reeeeally hope she would never lie about anything like that. And Ashley.....Ima need you to wake up baby girl. Pleeeease! Just a little eye twitch or finger twitch, just MOVE for f***s sake!!!

Ruuuun it