Love aint Shit Unless It's real

Chapter 6

Recap: Prod asked Chelsea if he could shower with her
End of recap

*Chelsea's P.O.V*

Did this kid really just ask me that

Me: No

Prod:(pouts) Please

Me: No Prod (walks in the bathroom, closes the door and locks it)

I turn on the water then stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. I stood there for five minutes letting the warm water hit my body. Once it hit six minutes I soaped myself  then rinsed off. When I got out I dried off, put lotion on, got dressed and put my wet hair in a ponytail. When I left the bathroom I went downstairs and saw Prod on his phone on the couch so I went and laid on his lap and then he looked down at me

Prod: Hi

Me: Hi... Whatcha doin

Prod: Looking through pics of me and you

Me: Oooooo any cute ones

Prod: Yeah

Me: Ooo lemme see

Prod: (shows me a picture of me sleeping from like three months ago)

Me: --___-- That's not cute

Prod: Well it is to me

Me: But it's not to me

Prod: But

Me: But what

Prod: You're cute

Me: (Blushes)

Prod: (takes a picture of me) Awww this is cute

Me: (laughs) Lemme see

Prod: (shows me the picture)

Me: Aww that is cute

Prod: Yup (leans down and kisses me)

Me: (kiss back then pulls away and looks away)

Prod: What happen bae

Me: Nothing

Prod: Chelsea what happen

Me: You would never lie to me right?

Prod: You are my best friend/ girlfriend now I would never do that to you. I love you to much for that

Me: Okay. I need to ask you something

Prod: Okay what is it?

Me: I know you said you didn't sleep with Kristina and I believe you (not really). But did you do anything else with her, like kissing or anything

Prod: (looks up from me) No I didn't

I could sense that he was lying but I didn't want to say anything... I'll ask the guys

Me: Okay.... Umm yeah what time is it?

Prod: Like 11

Me: What time does school end?

Prod: It ends at 2 but squad gets out at 12

Me: (gets up) Okay (starts to walk away)

Prod: Where are you going?

Me: To the kitchen... I'm hungry!..

Prod: I can go buy you something to eat if you want

Me: No it's okay I'll make something

Prod: You sure?

Me: Yup (walks into the kitchen)

I started making baked Mac and Cheese with bacon when I cut myself

Me: (screams) SHITTTT

*End of Chelsea's P.O.V*

*Prod's P.O.V*

Chelsea: (screams) SHITTTT

Me: (runs into the kitchen) What happen

Chelsea: I CUT MYSELF

Me: Let me see

Chelsea: (shows him)

Me: Damn lets get you cleaned up

Chelsea: It hurts

Prod: That's why we have to get it cleaned up babe. I don't know how deep it is.

Chelsea: Okay

We go to the bathroom and clean the cut up as much as we well I could. Damn her cut is really deep she is going to need stitches. Up here we go I know exactly how this conversation about her getting stitches is gonna go.. -_-

Me: Babe you are going to need stitches

Chelsea: NO

Me: Chelsea yes

Chelsea: I'm not getting stitches

Me: Chelsea I'm not playing this game with you right now. You are getting the stitches. Your cut is too deep. It isn't going to heal properly if you don't get the stitches. If it doesn't heal properly it is going to get infected and they are going to have to cut you hand off. Do you want to get the stitches or wait till your hand gets infected and have the doctors cut it off?

Chelsea: I'd rather them cut my hand off

Me: Listen you are getting the fucking stitches. Shit end of fuckin discussion (starts walking away) really starting to get ann--

Chelsea: Hol-on hol-on hol-on (hold on hold on hold on) who the fuck you talking to like that

Me: Man I'm not bout to argue with you.. Just know you are getting them stitches

Chelsea: Whatever (walks out of the house)

Me: Where the fuck you think you going

Chelsea: Away from here and you

Me: Nope get ya little ass in the car now

Chelsea: There you go again... 1. you are not my father 2. stop talkin to me like I'm a little kid the fuck wrong with you

Me: Chelsea just get in the car

*End of Prod's P.O.V*

*Chelsea's P.O.V*

Me: Whatever (gets in the car)

Stupid ass motherfucka getting me tight

Prod: (gets in the car) I know I get you tight

Me: I didn't even say anything

Prod: But you were thinking it

Me: W T F

Prod: Yup (drives to the hospital)



TO BE CONTINUED.............

Sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I know I haven't posted anything in a while but I have been really busy. I have been caught up with school and some other things... I will try to update when I can.