Too Good To Be True (Chris Brown Fanfic)

Beginning of Something Great

Young Love

1 Week Later

India's POV :

Turn the bed upside down, flip me round

Gravity's left the building

I'll be on top, really I'll be on the bottom

'Cus we goin be having sex on the ceiling

Take me higher, take me higher boy

Switch it up one time,

180, drive me crazy

Baby we goin have sex on ceiling

I don't ever ever wanna come down boy

And I have you standing up when I'm around boy

So whenever you get that feeling

Baby we goin have sex on ceiling

Want you to take me up, up, up, up

I'm so tired of droppin it low

To the top don't stop, let's go

Want you to take me up

Baby take me (up), little higher (up)

You can my (up)... what we say

I'm so tired of droppin it low

To the top don't stop, let's go

I sang along with Sevyn Streeter as i heard the door unlocking , signaling the arrival of , Chris , my amazingly gorgeous boyfriend .

"Indy !" he screamed like he don't have any damn sense .

"In the kitchen ," I called back

"Babe , why you ain't tell me you could sing ?"

"You heard me ?"

"Yeah , I heard yo loud ass outside ." he said chuckling

"Shut up boy , I don't sing in front of people ."

"But i want you to do a duet with meeeeeeeee ." he said sounding like a little kid

"What do I get out of this exactly ?" I asked curiously

"Some good D , and my appreciation ," he said smiling .

"That's all you got ?" I asked laughing

"Ugh , and I'll be your bitch for a week ." he mumbled

"Okay ! I'll do the song with you ,"

"Yes ! We'll record the song tomorrow , thanks love ,"

"Welcome , I'm going to sleep . Okay ?"

"Okay , goodnight !"

"Goodnight "

Chris's POV :

I was in the studio writing a song when India popped into my mind . Instead of finishing the song I was writing I started on a whole new song that I needed to sing with someone else . preferably a girl .

Girl's part :

I love when you pulling up in your jeep

Bumping all your beats

Js on

With your shades on

Just to bring me something to eat

You the man up in these streets

But when it comes to my heart

That don't mean a thing no oh