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Wish we could put it off, but we can’t stop time
Seems the clock is running too fast
And now I’m feeling lost and I can read your mind
So you don’t have to ask
35
FUZZ x UGLY:
Are u going or…????
I tapped my fingers against the table as I shrugged as if Barry could see me. For the last forty minutes, we’d been sitting in Empire Steakhouse with our parents, my dad and his mom, trying to attempt a reasonable dinner between the two of us. Getting here was okay, but even paparazzi had made their way into that.
Earlier he’d asked me a couple times – in a couple of compromising positions to come back with him when he prepared to did the first show, but damn. I was nervous, and there was no telling how that was going to turn out.
“Are you nervous, or, what? Talk to me. I want to know how you feel before I actually do it.” I leaned back against the booth as he questioned me, and I shrugged my shoulders. I tried to ignore looking over at his mom, or paying attention into the burn from my dad’s gaze on the side of my head.
“I’m just going to be sitting out there,” I laughed and he nodded. “Next to you. You’re gonna try and sing to me, aren’t you? You’re doing this all backwards, you know that right?”
“I don’t really see that much of a reason to really hide you babe. I don’t wanna have you on the side doing hard work and letting me keep looking at you when you know I’m gonna want you next to me…” He licked his lips and I blushed as I tried to ignore his convincing glances, but I was falling apart and that was never good.
“You really want me out there, huh?” I questioned softly as he nodded and I inhaled softly. “Think about it baby.”
I gripped my phone and glanced down at the buzzing phone and sighed inwardly.
@mijougly: RT @Chrisbrown: dinner date before the party, TBNY you ready? <- oh so im not invited I see how it is @vrblinterc0urse ): | two seconds ago via twitter for iPhone
I giggled as I shook my head at Barry’s retweet and closed my eyes. I guess this dinner date could be worse. If this place wasn’t reservation only, there could be fans here. Privacy was a godsend for the both of us, because that interview was wild but I held my own. Omari got me through the tough questions and we’d finally put everything on the table that we needed to, together. I never thought I’d be happy to actually let him get me through something complicated, and leaving with a few more connections definitely made everything worthwhile.
I was progressing nicely if I did say so myself. Business was definitely harder to really shift into knowing that once I got home that I’d go back into my college lifestyle and slowly away from the celebrity life I was dipping into. It was like a trying to get the right connection at the slot machine, I got to experience one scenario, and then another, and the same one popped up again on a different rotation, but each experience was different and had me craving for that winning feeling again.
Well, at least in Chicago I’d have the freedom to move around until someone really came at me with something of substance. It would be better though, because I wouldn’t have to worry about escaping and being crafty and slipping away from crowds, like earlier. We’d gotten three feet away from where we were hanging out at the 106 studios before both he and Omari got trampled and Barry was nice enough to keep me in the lobby to breathe before I lost my shit.
I didn’t really like batty, crazy ass females like those who were scrambling and yelling for his attention, but I knew it was a part of being with chris brown, so there was nothing I could do. I was enjoying the time I had with Chris though, who was eyeballing me from across the table as he stroked my hand and I tried to ignore the googly eyed looks from both of our parents.
I’d avoided really picking up my phone, and his leg was wrapped around mines so getting up was next to impossible, but really, I enjoyed every moment of this. even through his moms doe eyed chatter about my writing and my dad’s excited hype-man confessions about playing his copy of FORTUNE until it got just as scratched and worn out as his copy of the Run It single had gotten.
I couldn’t even believe that he admitted to even having that when all I could do was sit and remember how I pegged him as run it chris brown since the first moment I’d actually talked to him without spazzing. Damn, it’s really been that long? Jeez…
Breaking me from my silent conversation I’d been having with him through glances and strokes across his tattooed hand, I smiled at the waitress as she started to sit down our second round of food, and I raised my eyebrow at his choice of spinach with a giggle.
“Your creamed spinach looks like…” I mouthed baby shit and he laughed from across the table.
I shook my head as I started nibbling on the remainder of my mozzarella and beefsteak salad until the waitress placed our plate between us and took my empty dish away. I instantly snapped a picture of my food to send to my food blog running younger sister and he watched me with one eyebrow raised as I sat my phone down and wondered what was running through his head.
“Did you just take a picture of your food?” He questioned and I nodded, but watched him sink into his seat and furrow his brow at me shortly after I placed my phone down.
“Is that a girl thing or something?” He questioned and I rolled my eyes, knowing what he was referring to. Get the fuck out of here.
“Don’t try and play me.” I softly responded with a little bit more force than I thought I could muster as his mother shook her head at us and I sat up a little straighter in my seat at the warning flash she gave both of us.
“I’m just sayin’…” He murmured as I clucked my tongue at him. I rolled my eyes and on the insides of my eyelids, I still see the piercing brown of his eyes. And hiding my face inside my hands, I slyly smile.
“Meh meh mehmeh,” I playfully mocked him as he licked his lips at me and sipped his drink before shaking his head at me.
“You two have little married couple arguments already. When are you gonna put a ring on my baby’s finger?” My dad questioned as I sipped my water but instantly almost choked as the words processed.
“Stop it, oh my god.” I shook my head dramatically as Chris lowly chuckled and narrowed his gaze at me. “I’m not ready for that, how’re you gonna just sit up and arraign a marriage right while I’m sitting here like I’m not here?”
“It’s not like he’s not considering it.” Joyce clucked her tongue as I shook my head.
“He better not be, mess up my two year plan if you want to, I’ll say no and break your heart in the same breath Christopher.” I scoffed as he remained silent but continued to watch me without defending himself at all.
Seriously, I hated being the last to know shit, and I definitely would say no right now if he asked… be lucky I agreed to come out in the first place, but don’t try and make me Mrs. Christopher Brown, oh hell no.
I shook my head again at the thought of it. Hell no. The last week or so had been a little too much, too fast – like a stop motion picture. We’d gotten back into each other’s space, had enough sex to even count on both of our hands put together, gotten emotional, gotten serious, hopped over our business related hurdles, and even dodged a few territorial bullets towards our relationship, and then he gets me here and pulls out the big guns like this?
Psh. He better wait. The fuck type of LaLa Land adventure did he think he’d gotten when I gave into him? The daydreams needed to stop cause uh… I would definitely disappoint right now. I wasn’t sure if it was stress or fear that had me reverting back to being cynical about things, but it was scary and he would definitely do better if he said something – because if he didn’t I was going to start spazzing as I considered his mother to be right…
Had he? Ugh, please don’t. I was still lingering in ignoring people approaching me that were still heavily immersed in ‘teamchrace vs teamchae’ mode and it was giving me enough of a headache. He didn’t realize that I was too new and too much of a hot topic out in the gossip world. Anything really serious would make everyone view him as moving too fast, too recklessly and too dangerously, not knowing we had several years backed up on this and I wasn’t just a new overnight thing.
It was going to be fucktastic when they realized we had a lot more behind us than just last week. I figured team breezy would eventually bring that to light anyway, and I was ready to sit back and let that transition right into no more restriction between the two of us. I wanted to just be the one to end all – like I was afraid of being so long ago, but it didn’t seem like a bad idea.
I could get into it, with the right level of development. We had a long way to go first, but we’d get there. Just not in the span of the first two weeks we’d had to spend with each other since our summers together. Hell no. We needed a little bit more time than that.
“Excuse me. I’ll be back.” I was in my own little world with my thoughts and damn near dropped my fork as he let my hand go.
I sighed before watching him slide out of the booth. I hope he hadn’t said anything to me, because after that whole why don’t you listen to me conversation a few days ago, I couldn’t deal with a repeat performance.
“On second thought, c’mere. Can I talk to you in private?” I watched my dad raise his eyebrow as I literally mouthed the words as he said them.
“Whatever can be said you can do it in front of us, right? We’re family.”
I watched his tongue dart out of the corner of his mouth as he ran his fingertips down my side and shook his head no softly before leaning into my dad and mumbling something that got us shooed off.
Looking back for any signs of what was going on; I grabbed my phone off the table in a fit of confusion after receiving nothing. I gripped his hand and followed him as he walked us through a busy kitchen, looped around a corridor, and he stopped to leave me outside of a coat check before pulling me into the empty room as I watched an attendant stick a crisp one hundred dollar bill into her button down shirt before walking away and putting a closed sign up on the door before he ushered me into the space.
“Is there something on your mind? I hope you didn’t yank me away for a quickie.” I raised my eyebrow in a mixture of excitement and curiosity.
“Possibly.” He pecked my lips and gripped my ass discreetly before pulling away and winking at me. I felt myself wincing at how fucking wet I was just because of his words and that kiss alone.
He’d never yanked me out of something so important, and I bet both of our parents were confused. Once he turned around, I got over it though. Okay, so maybe not…
I was huddled against a rack of minks and furs, staring back at him while he started digging through coats and I covered my dropped open mouth with my hand. When I looked back up, he was standing just a whisper too close to me, something intimate in the posture of his body that made me squeeze my hips together and force myself to swallow down my hormones.
“Babe, what’re you doing?”
“I got you something. Just let me find it.” I finally saw him digging into his own coat and raised my eyebrow at him as he pulled out a small bag and pushed it into my hand.
How unconventional was this shit? And what was this, anyway? He’d already given me a key to an apartment that was going to be sparingly used, so I definitely didn’t need jewelry to seal the deal for my return.
I grunted when I peeked into the bag and pulled out a box that was slender and long, but made me sigh in relief. At least at wasn’t a last minute I’m gonna give you a ring so motherfucker you better not leave me type of gift. I had my fair share of those already.
“You open it.” I pushed the box into his hand.
I was still curious as hell and wondered who would really say anything about him giving jewelry to me while we were having dinner with our parents, but the enormity of it seemed to float over my head. I was staring into him until he shook his head at me and wrapped his arm around my waist before opening the box with his free hand.
I peered at the beautiful bracelet and noticed the handiwork as my dad’s, and not something that he picked out from some upscale store. The personalization of it – charms in various metals, a few sentimental dates dangling, three pens, a few small silver CDs, and one heart that was an actual ruby made me pout my lips and press them against his.
“Oh this is fucking beautiful. Why couldn’t you give it to me out there? Or later tonight?” I couldn’t swallow down the glee in my tone as he shook his head.
“I was thinking about it, but then they started in on that ‘give her a ring’ stuff, and god—your face gives your every emotion away, and I had this made and…” I quieted him, putting my hand to his lips; the shock of the touch was so intimate as it rocketed through me. His eyes widened, the sexy smolder behind them fading to close slightly before he groaned, and even that was a major turn on.
“Here. Let me put it on you.” He hooked the bracelet around my wrist and it settled as he secured the lobster clasp and I held it in the dimming lights of the coat room with a smile.
“Thank you…” I start, but looking up at him, his eyes are too worn at the creases not to be smiling back at me.
“Nah, thank you beautiful. You didn’t have to deal with my ass. Even if you would’ve ended up in New York and Cali with me, you didn’t have to.” He started to explain in a fit of disbelief as I looped my arm around him and pulled his tall body into my smaller one and pressed my head against his chest.
“Shut up, Christopher jesus… where am I goin’, huh? With you with you with you, with—yo..with, oh fuck you,” I stopped my attempt at serenading him as he laughed and bent down to cup my ear with his hand before finishing the chorus in my ear and making my knees bend with a dip.
“Okay. We gotta get out of the closet, finish our food, and… I’ll see you on stage, I guess…” I started as he fist pumped and I slipped out of the room with a smile plastered on my face and a jingling bracelet gleaming on my wrist.
“Two years, huh?” He stopped me short on the opposite end back into the dining room and I nodded, but watched him glare as he pulled me into him and pressed his lips against mines softly, then more intensely until I heard a rumbling behind us that made us pull part and my cheeks and his both grow a bit darker.
“We’ll see,” He mouthed with his eyes flashing with intensity. I looked away even though he had attempted to draw my gaze to look at him, and I relaxed only slightly with his hand stilling mine against his heart.
The woman who’d made us break up kissing fondly smiled at us and shook her head as she disappeared, and I lowly groaned as he pressed back against my side and slid my hand down from his chest to resting between us.
“Of course we will, but I’m in no rush to be engaged or married, not yet. I can however… promise myself to take that type of committed, meaningful leap, but not now. Do you think it would work though? Two years down the line?” I asked uncertainly.
“You know how your lifestyle is, and my career is just kicking off. I’d do it though baby, in a heartbeat if it was something you craved… something you need.”
“Of course I need you.” He lowly responded as we settled back into the table, and all I could do was sit and stare.
My heart was in my throat because that need? Un-fucking-real, and any need he would express towards me always made me shift and swivel. Fuck, me? Oh god. The sensation that covered me as he gripped my hand and ran his thumb cross my tattoo on my wrist made me cross my eyes.
I followed the motion of his lips as he mouthed, “I love you, I need you, and you are mines, know that.”
I brushed off the sound of my dad clearing his throat as I mouthed back the same thing, and stared down into the plate in front of me. I was too amped to eat, too excited to do anything but get him out of here, and god I was so impatient that my foot started to tap underneath the table.
K.
gotta make a pit stop — see you in an hr or two <3
FUZZ x UGLY.
ew ew ew ew ew ew ew, nasty motherfuckers
“The quicker you eat, the quicker you can go….” My Dad teased as I started to eat, and he laughed.
“Ay dios mio, stop stuffing your mouth!” He hissed, but honestly, what did he expect? He literally just gave me the go-ahead to leave with Chris, and he thought I wasn’t going to use that to my advantage? Tuh!
Although I did giggle when I saw his mom thwack him on the back in the middle of him trying to stuff his mouth and keep his eyes on me at the same time. Well, at least our heads were in the same place.
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Aww the bracelet is so sweet.
I can’t believe both of there parents put them on the spot like that. 
I wonder how her going on stage is going to turn out?
Comment by CMH January 23, 2012 @ 11:19 amso two years huh
Comment by Jovana May 29, 2012 @ 11:13 am