if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 70

here updating again bc i got a shit ton of writing done in these last few days. here's a nice looooong chapter for u guys.
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Q Grey, the next morning
Last night had me blew as fuck. All I wanted to do was fuck my shawty under the stars but here ha bald ass daddy came. I mean...I liked the nigga but the way he wouldn't leave us alone this whole trip so far, kinda aggravated me. Like relax my nigga both me and Pri smart enough not to give you a grandchild this early.

I was loosing sleep over not being able to go in ha room after dark. But now at 7:00 in the morning, I was finally falling asleep. Today was prolly gone be one of them sleep in days anyways. So it didn't matter to me.

"Q!" Someone whispered.

I ignored that shit figuring it was the lack of sleep getting to me. Half dreaming probably. But then I heard my name again followed by someone shaking me.

Opening my eyes, Capri's pops stood right there in my face. Ion think aggravated was the word to describe how I felt anymore.

"It's 7:15." I grumbled, showing him the time on my phone. "7:15 inna mornin and you waking me up, why?"

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm just...I'm just not okay right now."

"Man what is you talkin bout?" I huffed, sitting up in bed and watching the nigga pace around my room.

"Today's the day Q!" He exclaimed.

"What day?" I yawned, covering my mouth and rubbing my eyes.

"The proposal boy!" He panicked.

"Oh yeah that's right." I nodded. "What that gotta do with me?"

"Be fa real Q...it has a lot to do with you. Why you think you on this trip?" He questioned.

"Yeah but I ain't know this job was gone include me waking up at 7:15 IN THE MORNIN!"

"Well as soon as I'm done with you, you could go back to bed." He huffed, sitting at the edge of my bed.

"What's the problem?" I questioned.

"Ion know man. Ion wanna say I got cold feet but...nigga I'm scared. Do I really wanna get married again? And what if...what if she says no? We did all this shit fa nothin. All my savings are bein blown fa nothin. And what if my game too old fa ha. What if she likes the way you young boys talk? I ain't no good at that." He explained. "I'm old."

"You asking my 18 year old ass fa some game advice? You do know I was 17 not even a coupla months ago, right?" I chuckled.

"You the only nigga here and I kinda see how you make Capri. All under yo spell and shit. I don't know how you do it."

"I mean you pretty good at talkin to Brenda. You be seein the way shawty look at you?" I shrugged.

"How does she look at me?" He questioned.

"Man! You so in ya head you don't even know how ya own lady looks at you?! That's crazy." I laughed. "But nah. Not gone hold you I was the same way bout Pri. Didn't know how the fu- hell she would look at me."

"Man Q just help me out."

"With what exactly?"

"How do I go about asking ha to marry me? I haven't thought it out this far."

I took a deep breath, analyzing the situation. "Ion know what ta say other than be ya self. Brenda fell in love with you fa the way YOU act. She can't get what you give ha anywhere else."

"Damn right!" He exclaimed.

"Acting like me or adopting a new persona like you Roger the alien ain't gone make things go smooth."