Innocence [in-uh-suh ns] the quality or state of being innocent; freedom from sin or moral wrong. Original Chris Brown fanfic Started February 16, 2015 *used to be showmeff*
Sitting against the sand, the spring breeze flowing by, it was nice weather in Los Angeles, but when is it not in California? It’s perfect weather year round.
I sat, watching Ava build a sand castle with Marcellus, Natalie not too far from them.
If this was the way to do family bonding, then so be it.
I don’t hold any hostility in my heart, but that doesn’t mean I forgot what was said from Natalie’s end; a whole bunch of “this bitch” and “why come now?” Ask Marcellus that, and that’ll be answered.
I'm loving seeing the relationships unfold and develop. Just started following and reading yesterday and now that I'm caught up I'm ready for more! Nice read!
You back you back👯👯💃👯💃👯👯👯💃👯💃👯💃 but Odell you must be out yo mind you fucked up I wouldn't want anything to do with you because I can't trust you and you're a player
I am, I’m slowly making my way back into this :))))))
“What’s it gonna take for you to know you’re the only one that I want around?
What’s it gonna take for you to know you’re the only one to hold me down?
Girl, you don’t know that I know you should know
Cause you don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know”
- You Don’t Know // Tank ft. Wale
Odell
To see someone that you once loved, look at you with so much hate makes you realize that you truly did lose something good.
I lost something good. My better half.
I don’t know what it’s gon take to make Bri forgive me, but there’s nothing wrong with trying. I know that she still has love for a kid, but is it as deep as mine? That’s what I’m dwelling on, if she still loves me how she did back in high school.
“What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one that I want around?
What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one to hold me down?
Girl, you don't know that I know you should know
Cause you don't know, you don't know, you don't know”
- You Don’t Know // Tank ft. Wale
Odell
To see someone that you once loved, look at you with so much hate makes you realize that you truly did lose something good.
I lost something good. My better half.
I don’t know what it’s gon take to make Bri forgive me, but there’s nothing wrong with trying. I know that she still has love for a kid, but is it as deep as mine? That’s what I’m dwelling on, if she still loves me how she did back in high school.
I don't know why I was being selfish...actually I do, a nigga had temptation surrounded all around him, making me realize that I wasn't a good man toward Bri. She held it down, but I went on about my business and fucked around on her. It's crazy how we realize this after the fact, our fuck ups..if Bri doesn't want to be with me anymore, then I'll leave her be because we both still have some maturing to do, more so on my end. I let the fame get to me, thinking I was big shit once my bank account skyrocketed..that's when females started noticing me, and I took it letting them come between me and Brianna.
BUT... I don't want to give up on her, I cant let go of Bri because I'm selfish, and only want her..but this selfish love isn't gon do us any good. I guess I just gotta change my ways, and prove to Bri that I can be a better man for her.
iMessage to Baby Bri
- can we talk?
Chris
Pivot right. Pivot left. Bounce back, shoot. A clean two-pointer.
I was working with my basketball trainer, getting shit ready for this upcoming season. I wouldn’t be starting, but there’s nothing wrong with training, perfecting my craft. Every basketball player and athlete should know what I’m talking about after an injury; we want to get back on our stomping grounds and do better than our last. As for me, I want to do better. Shit, having Tylia as my physical therapist and in my life has taught me patience, she didn’t baby me or treat me different, she put in work..both ways..but that’s not the point, she got me to think bigger and helped me not give up.
“Alright, let’s call it a day, Chris.” Frank, my trainer, said blowing the whistle. “Great work today, man. The way you’re progressing, you might just be able to play a couple games.” He patted my shoulder. I raised a brow, surprised to hear that.
“Real shit?” I questioned, he nodded his head, chuckling. “Thanks, man. You was really out here pushin me too, look how that went.” I cheesed. We talked a bit more before parting ways. I couldn’t wait to tell Tylia the good news, baby is gon be just as happy as I am.
Grabbing my gym bag, water bottle and towel off the bench, I saluted the other men in the training gym before walking out. Once I get home a shower is gon be the first thing I do, then talk to Ty. She wouldn’t be home till another 30 minutes anyway.
Brushing down the little hair i had, i looked at myself in the mirror, as if i was that nigga. Who am I kidding? I am THAT nigga, chuckling to myself i realized i need to cut it out. Tylia would be saying ‘that’s ugly..humble yourself, baby’ all the while a smirk would be on her face. That’s my baby tho, she gets a pass. Shit, we both mess around with each other like that, it keeps the relationship alive.
“Okay..why you smiling like a creep at yourself in the mirror?” Tylia’s voice interrupted my thoughts, a smirk on her face. What I tell y’all?
“I was thinking bout you, that’s why.” I chortled, turning around and leaning against the counter, her walking over to me and planting her hands onto my shoulders, trailing them to the back of my neck. “You miss me?” I asked, licking the corner of my lip, planting my hands onto her waist.
She playfully rolled her eyes, “Uh huh. I did, you miss me?” She threw back, standing on her tiptoes, placing a kiss onto my chin. I told her that i did, her smile growing. “How was training?” She perked, removing herself from our embrace and walking into the room.
“It was great, baby. Frank was sayin I might be able to play. Ya boy is getting better.” I popped my imaginary collar, and sat on the ottoman at the bottom of our bed. “How was your day?”
“That’s fantastic news, Chris. I’m so so so soooo proud of you. I told you, with patience, you’ll get there.” She closed one of her drawers, and sat on her side of the bed. She blew out a breath. “It was eventful..Bri is going wild cause Odell texted her asking if they can meet up or whatever, she doesn’t want to go.” She chortled, I shook my head.
“We both know how stubborn she is..” I trailed off, laughing. Them two are something else, i really don’t know the full story, but the Odell better fix what ever he fucked up..if it’s even worth fixing.
Brianna
Dumb nigga.
That’s what Odell is. I don’t want to talk to him, there isn’t really shit to discuss. He messed up, he needs to own that bitch and carry it on his own. I will not put up with the disrespect, he’s already done that behind my back, what makes y’all think I’ll deal with it now? I’ll always have that question in the back of my mind if he’s messing around, IF we ever do get back together..which at this rate, isn’t even an option.
“You wanted to talk..so speak.” I sat across from him, we were in a public setting. Good choice on his end, I’ll still cut up if i have to. He needs to understand that. Sliding the glass of water towards me, i sipped from the straw.
“Bri..anna,” He said my whole name due to the look I gave him. “I know sorry isn’t gon fix what I did, but I’m genuinely sorry for hurting you. I don’t know what I was thinking, aight?” He blew out a breath. I was far from hurt, he had it wrong.
I let out a bitter chuckle. “Hurt? That’s what you think I am? Nigga...” I trailed off, closing my eyes and getting my barrens together, i will not let this man effect my emotions. “I was embarrassed, Odell. You embarrassed me. I bring you around my family, you smiling in their faces, and you out here fucking around. So no, I’m not hurt, I’m embarrassed that you had me looking stupid.” I fumed, my voice not too loud as there was other people around, but honestly it didn’t even matter.
He slid a hand down his face, scratching at his beard. He needs to dye his hair, this shit is looking like soggy ass ramen noodles. Who told him that it was okay to be out here like this?
“Could we at least work on us...start over, maybe a friendship? I know a relationship or whatever ain’t what you want right now..but i need you, Bri. You held me down for so long, so right now can i just have you as a friend..”
Have me? What the fuck? I ain’t no damn property.
“I’m not some type of property, object.” I spat, causing him to huff.
“I didn’t mean it like that...but forreal, can we just be friends?” He asked again.
I shook my head, thinking this all the way through. Shit isn’t the same, I’m not even sure if I want a friendship with him. Who’s to say it wouldn’t be the same bullshit? I don’t have time for that, and I wasn’t ready to take that risk, maybe never in this lifetime. I just...I just want an escape, cause this shit is too much.
Okay....so I was just looking at the chapter list, and there’s only 8 chapters left that need to be typed & posted....I’m going to try my best to finish this story!
Chrylia will have their time! So please bear with me as I get back into this..I missed this story, and I apologize for falling off over the past year. There will be a COMEBACK!
Walking down the shoreline hand in hand, Mekhi pulled Alayah closer to him to where his arm was wrapped around her shoulders, hands still being held. It was one of his favorite positions of holding onto her, as it was hers too. The feeling of being secure and wrapped up in one another; the safest spot for them both. From previous relationships, the affection wasn’t displayed as much, so they were both basking the moment, and the good times to come. This was completely new to them both, having feelings be reciprocated equally. Their relationship wasn’t perfect, but to others it seemed that way; then again they weren’t together for others opinions.
That’s all I heard throughout the dark room; the only light illuminating came from the moon that peaked through the curtains in my room.
Life has been a whirlwind as of late. Dante has somehow got my new number, and doesn’t know how to act; I might just have to get a restraining order against him, but he hasn’t done any harm towards me as of yet. I’m praying that nothing drastic happens to where it leads to that, people should know their boundaries….but this is Dante we’re talking about, he has no boundaries. Releasing an exasperated breath, I tried to think of other possible scenarios, but nothing has lit up inside of my brain. Blowing out a breath, it feels like I have to watch my every move now; Dante knows my place of work, where I live, and now has my new number….when did it all become so bad? I’m not sure, but there’s never a long-lasting calm in my life, and I honestly think moving out and finding a new place to live will have to be the next option.
