Gone Crazy (Chapter 7)

A few minutes later

Aaliyah and Brandi had caught the city bus back home to her house. She held Brandi's hand as she led her up on the porch. "Mommy...why did we take the bus home?" she unlocked the door and pulled it open.

"Because your dad and I are having problems." she stepped in the house and turned the light on.

"Aaliyah?" she quickly twirled around to focus in on a familiar guy jogging up towards her. "Hey." he slowed down his pace the closer he had gotten to her.

"What do you want now?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest in attitude.

"I need to talk to you...about the incident." he stepped up on the porch, in front of her. "Please. I think it would ONLY be fare if you gave me a chance to explain myself." she held her head down, thinking of her decision.

"Um...Brandi...do me a favor and go start your bath water. I'll be there in a few to help you."

"Okay." she turned, jogging up the stairs to her room.

"Well...you have five minutes. Explain yourself." he bit the bottom of his lip as he kept the eye contact with her.

"I think it would be best if we...took this to the room." he suggested.

"No I..."

"Pleasseeee." he interrupted. "If you love me...you would do as I asked. Please." she rolled her eyes, and turned, heading up the stairs.

"I HATE when you do this." he closed the front door, and followed her upstairs to her room. "Now...talk." she spoke, taking a seat on the foot of the bed.

"Um..." he closed the door and locked it. "I just want too...say that I love you." she held her head down, sighing deeply. "I love you...so much and...you KNOW I would NEVER do anything to hurt you. She showed up there. I had NO idea. I was shocked myself, but besides that. I didn't know she was gonna be there, and...I wasn't playing games with you. I'm more mature than that." she rubbed her tired eyes and stood up.

"Listen...can we talk about this some other time? Right now...ALL I wanna do is sleep."

"Ha. Um..." he looked away, debating on what to do. "Why can't we...discuss this now? If we wait any longer...things my get even worse."

"And if you don't let me GET my REST! Things WILL get ugly." he rested his hands on his hips.

"So what do you expect me to do? Just sit around and WAIT until you're up and ready to talk?" he could feel himself getting angry. She sure did know how to upset him.

"YES!" she yelled. "If you LOVE me...you would." his eyes lit up. "Sentence sounds familiar, huh Justin?"

"No. You CAN'T use that against me."

"What? I can't? But you use it against me ALLLLL the time. Now when I do the same for you...it's a problem? Since WHEN did you ever become so special? Oh and...I don't have to take this from you. You either wait or leave. What's it gonna be?" he bit the bottom of his lip angrily as he peered deeply in her eyes.

"Why do you have to be so selfish? I..."

"I didn't ASK you that. I asked...WHAT'S IT GONNA BE?! Are you gonna WAIT or not? You either do it or leave." he sure did hated when she gave him an ultimatum.

"Ah well um...I came here to make up but...things DIDN'T turn out how I planned. I guess I'll see you some other, because I can't WAIT any longer to get things cleared." he headed towards the bedroom door. "Shit. I DON'T even know who would be in their RIGHT mind to wait ANY LONGER! Especially if they call themselves in love." he pulled the door open and exited the room.

"Damnit. Justin...wait." she ran up behind him. He froze, slowly turning around to face her. "Um...you're right. I shouldn't wait any longer. Things may get even worse if I do so...we can talk. IF you still want to." a smirk slowly formed on his face.

"Sure. I'd love to." she grasped  his hand, leading him in the bedroom. She closed the door behind her and locked it.

"Have a seat. Get comfortable. I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable. Be right back." he watched her enter the closet and close the door behind her.

He removed his shoes, and stood up, yanking his jeans down. A few minutes later, Aaliyah exited the closet and entered the room to see Justin laying in bed with his boxers on. "Um..." he leisurely gawked to the side to glare at her. "I thought...you wanted to talk."

"Hmm. Yeah I do." he sat up. "But...I thought I should...get comfortable too." she chuckled softly, and untied her robe, slowly removing it. His eyes gradually trailed down her half naked figure. All she wore was an underwear set. "Haha. Very...tempting, but...THAT'S not what I came here for." she giggled. "Have a seat." he moved ever, allowing her to sit beside him. "Um...first off...there's no use of living...without you. And...I mean that from the bottom of my heart." she blushed massively. "I uh...you have to trust me. I mean...we're supposed to be...lovers. Two people who love each other. You do trust me, right?" she bit the bottom of her lip, gazing deeply in his eyes.

"Well...yeah, but...sometimes...it's hard for me to." he kept his eyes on her for a certain amount of time, then looked away.

"Um...remember that first day...of school. High school and...we found out that we had the SAME history class together? We both were very excited about it. And...the night on your birthday...we shared our first real kiss together. That moment, I felt something special. At first I thought I was dreaming but...it all seemed to real. After that night...we never spoke a word of it. We just...pretended as if NOTHING happened. We kept...talking and...hanging out, but...we could never build up the courage to...mention it. Aha. Any way..." he cleared his throat. "There's something I would like to ask you...before you say something." he reached out, grabbing his jeans and pulling out an item. He sat up, keeping his head down.

"What is it?" she asked curiously.

"Uh...baby..." he looked up to peer in her brown eyes. "There's something...I NEED to ask you. I've been dying to...for so long now." she held a concerned look.

"Is it...bad?" she hesitantly asked, afraid of his answer.

"No. It's not bad. Um..." she watched him kneel down on one knee in front of her. Her eyebrows lifted up questionably.

"What are you doing?"

"Aaliyah...since day ONE...I knew we were the perfect one. We've known each other since we were...very young and...I just think it would be best if we...got married. So..." he took a deep breath. "Baby...I'm gonna ask for your hand in marriage. Aaliyah, sweetie...will you marry me? Please make me the happiest man alive."

"Oh god." she sat there, covering her trembling lip as the tears took over. "I...I can't believe this. I'm so..." she sniffled. "...absentminded. I don't...know what to say."

"Say you'll marry me." he spoke softly. She sniffled profoundly, wiping underneath her diluted eyes with her thumb.

"Yes." she sniffled. "Of coarse I will marry you." a massive smile formed on his face. She watched as he slid the diamond ring on her ring finger. "This is...oh god." she looked up to meet eye contact with him. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much too." he leaned in, and met lips with hers. "Mmm. Damn you so fine." she giggled between his lips.

"You haven't said that in so long. You use to say it after EVERY sentence. Well ALMOST every sentence." she corrected.

"Yeah. You know me too well." she exhaled heavily, slowly gazing in on the diamond ring on her finger.

"Damn. I still can't believe this is happening. We're actually engaged. I have to let my mother know about this. She's gonna completely freak out. Ahaha."

"Just WAIT until my ma hears about it." he spoke with a chuckle.

"Mommy...daddy?" they quickly looked up to gaze at Brandi who stood by the bedroom door wearing her robe.

"Hey, sweetie. Come in." Aaliyah spoke, watching her enter the room and close the door. She jogged up towards them and hopped on the bed. "What's up?"

"Um...I just wanted to say good night. I'm going to bed." they both smiled warmly. "I love you mommy and daddy." she spoke, kissing both of them on the cheek. "Nighty night." they watched her jog up towards the door.

"I'll be in there to tuck you in." Aaliyah replied as she watched her exit the room. "She's such an angel. Haha. I'll be back." he watched her exit the room.

"Mmm." he groaned, laying back on the bed, and gazing up at the ceiling. "Things are going good so far." just then, he heard a loud crash sound. "Huh?" he shot up, gazing around the room. An alarm sound startled him. The first thing that came to mind was his Mercedes Benz. His eyes shot wide open. "OH my god. Hell no. Oh god no." he stood up, and peered out the window to see a huge brick rock smashed in his car window. "Ohhhh no. Oh my..." his eyes slowly focused in on a black mustang parked out on the side of his house. A lady sat in there, grinning evilly. She mouthed the words "Fuck you," sticking up her middle finger, then speeding off. "Oooohhhhh. THAT BITCH! UGHHHHH!!!" he yelled.

Chapter 8

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