S E R E N I T Y:
As Chris and I walked into Red Robin I noticed how empty it was. That still didn’t stop the few eyes that were there from staring us down though.
"Table or booth?" the waiter at the podium asked without looking up.
"Booth please," Chris responded.
"Smoking or non-smoking?"
"Okay, name please."
"The whole name would be nice sir. Taking names helps us keep track of tables and I’ve already had three tables by the name of Chris today," she said in an annoyed tone.
"Well got damn ma. It’s Chris, I mean…Christopher, Maurice Brown. Is that good enough for you?"
The waiter immediately jerked her head up and looked at us for the first time. “Oh my God. I am so sorry, it’s been a long day, follow me,” she said as she led us to the biggest and most secluded booth in the restaurant.
"What can I get you to drink Mr. Brown?" she asked while fidgeting, fixing her apron and hair.
"You can start with her first, I’m not sure what a nigga got a taste for, you feel me? Actually, why don’t you order for me Serenity?" Chris said as he shut the drink menu and slammed it on the table with the goofiest smile plastered on his face. It took everything in me not to bust out into laughter.
"We’ll have two sweet teas with lemon please," I said as I passed her our drink menus.
"How you know I like sweet tea? You one of them stalking ass fans that sell my tissues and empty soda cans on Ebay, ain’t it?" he asked before he doubled over in laughter.
"Nigga, don’t flatter yourself. By the way you sounded in the car, your voice could use a little TLC with tea instead of soda."
He immediately stopped laughing, “Look, I didn’t warm up, okay? What you know about singing anyway?”
"I’ve probably been singing way longer than you have, trust me."
"Oh really? Gimme a mixtape, demo, or something then."
"My parents want me to become a surgeon, they’d by me a science lab or my own hospital before a recording studio."
"Damn, it’s your life though. It would be different if you sound like shit but you’re actually really good."
"You wouldn’t understand so just drop it."
"I’m trying to understand shawty. Is it because you’re adopted? I peeped the family portrait above the fire place, it’s kind of hard to miss."
"I don’t discuss my personal life with strangers, sorry."
"Stranger? Girl, you probably know more about me than I know about myself. Stop frontin’!"
"Chris, let’s get something straight. I’m a fan of your music. That’s it. Yeah, you’re attractive but you’re also arrogant as fuck."
"Why you so cold? Damn, I was joking ma. I’m sorry though. I’m just like any other nigga, I don’t know how to act in front of a girl I find attractive, I get stupid. I’m human though ma," he said as he scooted closer to me in the booth. When we first sat down, I did my best to be on the opposite side of the table. This fool is directly beside me now, I don’t have enough elbow room or anything.
"Sorry for the wait, here are yall drinks. I’m Delano, I’ll be serving yall tonight." I already had the menu covering my face so I wouldn’t look at Chris but actually look like I was reading the menu. It’s obvious Delano couldn’t see me and I was glad.
"Serenity, what you want girl?" Chris said as he moved the menu, exposing my face.
"Serenity?" Delano asked, surprised.
"H-h-hey Delano. I didn’t know you worked here. " I said as I used my hand to cover the side of my face, I did not want Chris to see the cheesy ass smile I had glued to my lips. Even in his uniform, Delano managed to still look fine as hell.
"Yeah, I just started a month ago. I text you the other day ma, why you ain’t hit me back?" he said in his deep, Louisiana accent. Most guys from here have the same southern accent but it was something about his that made me melt.
"She was probably busy…with me bruh. You know how it is," Chris said as he sipped his drink. I stepped on his foot under the table, to shut him the hell up.
"My phone is the worst, it probably just didn’t come through." I honestly didn’t get a text from Delano. If I had, the whole world would have probably known about it.
"It’s aight ma, I’ll call you tonight…when I get off, around 10. Is that cool?"
"Nah, she’ll be bus—"
"Yeah, that’s cool. I’ll wait up," I said as I cut Chris off. Delano didn’t even pay Chris any mind, he was completely focused on me.
"Cool. Aight, let me get yall orders though," he said as he tried to sound all professional.
"We ain’t hungry anymore. That’s for the drinks, keep the change my nigga," Chris said as he smacked what looked like 300 dollars on the table, got up, and dragged me out of the door with him.
"What is your problem?" I asked as we got in the car.
"That lil nigga would have done something to my food, it always happens."
"Get over yourself, he wasn’t even thinking about you Chris."
"Man, whatever…he gave me the eye."
"The eye that I always get before I find something fucked up in my food!" he said as he sped out of the parking lot.
"Well maybe if you werent such an ass, you wouldn’t find things in your food," I mumbled under my breath as I stared out the window. He obviously didn’t hear me because he just took out his phone and began texting, probably texting Karruche or another one of his lil groupies. I’m not becoming another statistic of how many girls this man has messed with, I refuse.
C H R I S B R O W N:
"So you gonna’ be salty all night or what?" I asked Serenity as we pulled up to where I’d be staying for the rest of my time in Louisiana.
"What is this? Why are we here?" she said as she got out of the car.
"It’s one of my homies houses, I didn’t want a hotel so he let me get the key to his mansion. It’s nice, huh?"
"I need to go," she said as she tried to get back in the car.
"Aye, if you don’t bring yo ass. Come on girl, we’ll just wait here until it’s dinner time. Where you gon’ go without yo keys anyway?" I said as I ran to the front door. Before I could make it, I ended up slipping on the slick ass driveway. All this damn snow and ice, I hate Louisiana.
"Oh…my….God…..are….you….okay?" Serenity asked as she came up to me, bent over from laughing so hard.
"Well got damn nigga, you aight? I heard that from the living room!" Big Pat said as he came out of the house, laughing just as hard as Serenity.
"Get that shit out of here," I said as I slapped Big Pat’s hand away. I can get up my damn self.
"Forget you then," he said before turning to Serenity. "How are you shawty? I’m Patrick but you can just call me Big Pat, what’s your name?"
"I’m Serenity," she said as she tried to catch her breath. I finally got off of the ground and realized I’d have to change my whole damn outfit thanks to the snow and ice that was now stuck to my back.
"That’s a pretty name. I see what Chris has been going all crazy for, you are gorgeous," he said as he put an arm around her shoulder and led her into the house.
"Hey now, aint that the girl from the club you was dancing with?" Steve asked once he took his eyes off of the big screen TV to acknowledge us.
"Don’t worry ‘bout all that. Get your damn feet off of the table and stop eating on the couch! You know what, I’m not saying anything else. When Mike busts a cap in yo ass, you’ll know why," I told him as I pushed Big Pat off of Serenity. I swear if they weren’t my friends, I’d hire new bodyguards today.
"He’s right, go eat that shit in the kitchen Steve," Mike said as he came through the door.
"Yo, what’s up man. I’m sorry ‘bout them…I swear I can’t take em’ no where," I told Mike as we dapped each other up.
"It’s cool man. Who’s your friend though?"
"Oh, this is Serenity. Serenity, this is Mik—I mean, you probably already know him as Tyga." I was expecting to see Serenity get all star struck like I know most girls would have but she simply smiled and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you Mik—I mean, Tyga."
"You can call me Tyga, it’s cool shawty. I don’t know why this nigga insists on calling me Mike but whatever. Check this out though, there’s a party tonight at some club…I done forgot the name. It should be poppin’, you down Chris?" The whole time Mike talked to me, his eyes were focused on Serenity. I didn’t pay it any mind, I don’t think she’s…his type anyway.
"Nah, I think I’m just chilling tonight. You need to shovel the damn driveway homie, I almost broke my neck out there. As you can see, the result is on my fuckin’ clothes," I told him as I took off my shirt. I was beginning to freeze, it was cold in his house and having wet and cold clothes sticking to me wasn’t making it any better.
"Yeah whatever, I’m going though," he said as he made his way up the steps. "Oh, there’s like a thousand messages from that damn Karruche on the phone, get that shit together homie, can’t have her calling my crib like that. My girls gon’ think she clocking me sooner or later." I just shook my head and took Serenity by her hand as we walked to the guest wing of the house.
"How come you manage to stay so cool around celebrities?" I asked Serenity once we got to the room.
"Because I just do. What am I doing here though? You don’t want to go to a restaurant, you don’t want to go to the club with Tyga…so what reason is there for me to be here?"
"Look, get comfortable…take off those damn heels. I just want to chill, not in the mood for going out now. It’s already 4:00 anyway, let me shower and change real quick and we’ll just stay in…order a pizza and watch a movie or something. You know, the shit normal couples do."
"Couples? Chris I thin—"
"Damn it, just relax, I’m not trying to be in here alone for the third night in a row. Big Pat and Steve are going to leave with Mike tonight, I’m pretty sure of that. I just want you here with me, I need the company..okay?" I asked Serenity as I cuffed my hand over her mouth, so she’d stop talking and listen for once. She just shook her head and came out of her jacket and heels, then sat by the window.
"Okay, fine…go get showered then, hurry it up too," she said as she began to tie her hair up with a random rubber band she found near the window. I’ve noticed that she doesn’t like her hair in her face, the whole time I was with her earlier…she’d push it back every other minute. I think she wore her hair like that just to impress me and I can’t even lie…it worked.