#chrsbrown

Chris performing in Johannesburg tonight.

- Assault trial for @ChrisBrown bodyguard to get underway soon. @Karrueche just walked into courthouse.

- Bow Wow now entering courtroom for @ChrisBrown trial.

- Also in @ChrisBrown courtroom @TheRealTank.

- Judge denies defense motion to acquit @ChrisBrown bodyguard. Defense will present its case now.

- DC Fire EMT tells judge a DC Cop told victim he should get a lawyer after altercation with @ChrisBrown Cop told victim he could get $.

- Defense rests. @ChrisBrown bodyguard tells judge "I've decided I do not wish to testify" but he is expected to testify at Brown's trial.

- Manager for @ChrisBrown describes tour bus as "Haven" for Brown. 50" TV, master bedroom, kitchen, 6 bunk beds and bathroom with shower.

- As first reported by @KeithLAlexander lawyers for @ChrisBrown are being told Brown's trial may not start until Monday.

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  Rita

  “What is that noise in the background?” I asked Chris lying flat on my tummy. I was talking to Chris at work. Our plans of seeing each other fell through because of a last minute add to my schedule, but I was set to board a plane to Los Angeles first thing tomorrow morning. I adjusted the phone between my shoulder and ear as I started observing my black and gold nails.

  “That’s Kae with her loud ass.”  I heard someone gasp followed by Chris shouting, “Ouch.”

  “Don’t talk about me to people I don’t know.”

  I laughed. This girl is crazy. “Hey Rueche baby.” Karrueche or Kae for short, is the manager and Chris’ new partner at his store in LA. She’s also been my best friend since we were in our mother’s bellies. She knows everything there is to know about me and most of my secrets.

  “I thought I was your baby?” Chris muffled into the phone speaker.

  Kae kissed her teeth. “Hey boo. I miss your fine ass, but I’ll talk to you later because I can sense that Chris wants you all to himself.”

  I heard a door open and close on his end as Chris entered what I’m assuming is his office in the back of the store. He exhaled before I continued to converse about everything and nothing with my love.

  “You sound tired?”

  “I am kind of. We have this photo shoot for the girl’s line coming up soon and there’s a lot of decisions to be made sooner rather than later.”

  I pouted at the amount of pressure I detected as he spoke. “You’ll get it done. You always do. You just have to let things fall into place babe.”

   He respired and mumbled an “I hope you’re right,” he thought was too low for my ears, but my super hearing picked up every word.

  “I am right. Trust me, when was the last time I was wrong?” The call went silent as I rolled my eyes at his childish antics and rolled onto my back. “Chris?”

  He burst into laughter under the impression that he was funny. I know funny and that’s not it, especially when I’m trying to make him feel better. Maybe I should show him what funny really is. I ended the call while he was consumed in laughing at his own joke.

  Not even a minute later, Chris was calling my line. I let it ring for a while and answered it just before it could go to voicemail. “Hello.”

  “Hey babe. The hotel service must be bad in some areas. I think the call dropped.”

  “No, I hung up.”

  “Fuck you do that for?” Chris asked bewildered.

  “It was funny.”

  “I see you on yo petty shit today.”

  “Nah, I’m good on that, but what you doing?”

  “Laying down talking to you before I have to get up.”

  “What does your label have planned for you today?”

  I covered my mouth to avoid yawning into the receiver. “Jimmy Fallon, his people asked if I could make an earlier appearance because he had a cancelation.”

  “That sounds big.”

  “Yeah it is. Plus he agreed to have me back closer to my album release date since I’m doing him a favor.”

  “That’s amazing. I’m proud of you baby.”

  I blushed at his acknowledgement of where I currently am with my music. Chris knows where my journey began, so it meant more coming from my love. “Thank you handsome.”

  “Any time baby.” God, I wish I was next to him to plant the biggest kiss on his tasty lips.

  “Enough about me. How are your new designs coming along? Anything new you want to show me.”

  “Since you mentioned it…….,” Chris trailed off and did this sexy chuckle that had me ready to skip out on Jimmy Fallon so I could do him in his office. I don’t even know how something as simple as laugh could be sexy.

   “Babe?” I must have been rambling in my head.

  “Huh?”

  “Check your messages.”

  My eyebrows became one, out of pure confusion. Maybe I missed something while I was daydreaming about him. “Why?”

  “Just check your messages woman.”

  “Ok, ok, I see you’re on your bossy shit today.” I pointed out using the same tone Chris had earlier in our conversation. We both laughed at my mentioning the take charge demeanor Chris would take on when he needed something to get done. That was just another quality of Chris that I found attractive.

  I focused on the task at hand and removed the phone from my ear going straight to my messages. There were quite a few new messages, but the latest was from Chris. I tapped the screen opening his message. My mouth transformed into the shape of a capital o as I covered my mouth. I was stunned but hype at what I saw.

  “Is this a good quiet or I’m about to hang up on you again quiet?” Chris uneasily asked.

  Chris sent me one of his drawings which wasn’t unusual. Often times he would send me his sketches asking me for my opinion, but this drawing was different. It was a bare picture of me in bed.

  “Did you take a picture of me for this?”

  “No, I did it from memory. You like it?”

  “Like it? I love it. It’s so…detailed.”

  “So you’re not mad?”

  Chris and I have been together for a minute and this is the first time he’s ever drew a picture of me. Mad? I could never truly be mad with him. I was actually honored. “No babe. I told you I love it. Why would I be mad?”

  “Because I didn’t ask you if you were okay with me drawing you before I did.”

  “You’re my boyfriend.”

  “Yeah, but with the whole label thing. I wasn’t sure how you would take it.”

  “This is my last time telling you how I feel about this picture.” I made a kissing noise into the phone and Chris light chuckled followed. “I love the drawing. I love you and everything about you babe.”

  “I love you too.”

  Neither of us spoke for a while, enjoying the love that filled the silence that took over our conversation moments ago. These were the moments that I wished I could cuddle with my baby and relax in the warmth of his embrace. Being with Chris brought a serenity to my life that was missing as of late. Life on the road is amazing because I’m able to connect with my fans on a personal level, but it’s stressful. The food is always fast. I can’t remember the last time I had a home cooked meal. And it’s been over a week since I’ve seen the sexiest man alive.

  “I miss you.”

  “I miss you so fucking much girl.” Chris recited causing a small giggle escape my lips.

  “I miss your cutesy little face. It’s so cute. I just want to kiss you all day.”

  “I don’t know about that cute shit, but a nigga is handsome. And you have my permission to kiss me anytime you want.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “You’re saying that like I’m going to go back on my word, when have I ever denied you.” I thought about his question. “Exactly I give your little spoiled ass anything you want, but it’s all good. What my baby wants, she gets.”

  “Well your baby wants to see you right now.”

  “Stop acting like you won’t be in LA tomorrow.”

  “You can’t blame me for trying.”

  “No, I can’t, but I’ll let you go. I have a meeting in a couple minutes and I want you to get some sleep before sound check and all that other stuff.”

  “Okay.” I smiled big.

  “I’ll talk to you later babe.”

  “Wait! Aren’t you going to wish me luck?”

  “Nope.” I pouted into the phone as if Chris could see my sunken face. “My baby doesn’t need that, you’re already the best.”

  I would be lying if I said Chris’ words didn’t have me on cloud night because baby girl’s cheeks were beginning to hurt from all the smiles he brought to my face. “I love you baby boy.”

  “I love you too.”

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[The Next Day]

I dropped my bags at the door and moved deeper into the home I shared with my beautiful best friend. The living room appeared brand new. The furniture was the same, but almost every item had a new home, Kae’s doing of course. She had this thing about thing staying the same for too long. I was used to it by now. On the bright side, it’s cheaper than hiring an interior decorator.

  I moved along into the kitchen which was empty and strangely so seeing as this is Rueche’s favorite room in the house, but I shouldn’t talk about her when she’s not present to defend herself.

  I jumped up the stairs stopping to peek into my sanctuary. It mirrored my image of it when I left weeks ago. This is the only room in the house that Rueche knows is off limit. My life is unpredictable enough. I need something to be consistent and my bedroom is that thing. I walked down the hall to Kae’s room to see her sprawled across her queen size bed. She is a horrible sleeper and that’s not me being funny. I learned from experience that Kae is a restless sleeper and is constantly moving her limbs throughout her slumber.

  I giggled at the time she busted my lip. We were having one of our usual weekend sleepovers. When we younger, we would alternate weekends and have slumber parties at each other’s houses. Well one night we I fell asleep in her bed because I was scared after we watched Nightmare on Elm Street. Her parents bought her twin beds. One for her and one for me, because like I said we did this every weekend and we’ve known each other since birth basically. Anyway, that night I refused to sleep alone so Rueche being my caring bestie told me I could sleep with her. Pause. The next morning I woke up to a bloody pillow and an ugly lip. Apparently she accidently punch me in the mouth while she was asleep and being the hard sleepers that we are, didn’t wake up. Let’s just say that I learned my lesson.

  I climbed onto her bed and shook her, but that did little to waken her. I repeated this method a couple more times before I shook her more aggressively while yelling her name now that I was frustrated about working so hard to get her up. This awarded me with a “Stop I’m sleep” and my absolute favorite “Leave me alone.” Kae’s voice emulated a whiney child.

  I giggled. “That’s not what you said last night.” Still nothing. “Oh my gosh, Kae wake up. I’m your best friend and I demand you wake up now.”

  She peeked through one eye and rolled them both once she realized it was me disturbing her. “You’re lucky I love you or I would merk you for cutting my happy time short.”

  I hunched over laughing. “Who refers to sleeping as their happy time?” I barely spoke audibly.

  “People that don’t get much sleep because somebodies boyfriend has them working late hours.” She irritably glared at me as she sat up in the bed.

  I raised my hands defensively. “You knew he’s was perfectionist when you went into business with him.”

  “Yes, but who calls people at 3am to look over designs. Anyone with eyes knows that his doddles are flawless. So why does he feel the need to question himself so much?”

  I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing the answer to her inquiry. That’s just the way Chris is. He’s an amazingly talented artist, yet he doubts himself regularly. You would guess that with all his success he would be confident in his art, but he isn’t. And I don’t know why he’s this way, but he is. “Has he been stressing himself out with all the plans to expand the store?”

  “Yes and about you.” She playfully pushed my shoulder.

  My eyebrows furrowed at that statement. “Me, I haven’t done anything to stress him out.” I defended myself.

  “Not intentionally, you’re not here. He’s different when you’re away.” Kae chuckled. “It’s like he’s lost his best friend or something. He tries to make face, but I can tell the difference in him when he’s with you and when he’s not. He looks like a lost puppy.” Kae poorly mimicked a sad newborn pup.

  “Don’t play with my baby.”

  “It’s true.” Rue giggled. I joked around and caught up for a little bit. She spent most of her time working on the new clothing line with Chris. She vented about her boy troubles and I suggested that maybe she should let me hook her up. She automatically declined saying that she does not need no stuck up celeb that cares more about his outfit than her. I let it go when our Chinese takeout came. I let Kae get the door because I don’t want anybody to know where I live. I mean, I’m still a fairly new artist so no one is checking for my crib at the moment but I want to play it safe. Or as Jay states it, “Keep them niggas guessing.”

  We had a girl’s day watching movies, eating everything in sight, and talking about boys. It felt good to be home with my Rueche again I missed the feeling of not having to question someone’s motives while having a simple conversation. I don’t have to censor what I say or worry my words being on the front of the paper tomorrow morning. I could be one hundred percent myself. Hakuna Matata.

  We both called it a night when my favorite movie ‘The Notebook’ began to watch us. This jetlag was no joke. All I wanted to do was snuggle into my bed with my boo bear on the world’s most comfortable mattress and sleep my life away. As soon as my head hit the pillow I was out for the count.

Chris

  I used the spare key that Rita gave me a while back and let myself into the house. I always used the back door. I haven’t seen anybody taking pictures of her house or anything but let’s be honest you never do until you see your picture on TMZ the next day. I learned my lesson after hanging with Miley and her fiancé Liam. They are big names in Hollywood and I thought we were being inconspicuous until my mom called me the next day questioning me about Hannah Montana. I didn’t know what she was referring to until he told me to look on TMZ’s website where they had a cropped photo of me and Miley hugging goodbye for the night with the caption, ‘MILEY’S NEW MAN!!! Is she cheating on Liam???’

  Not even mentioning that Liam was standing 2 feet away from us taking a business call. The papz were surrounding my store for two days straight until they realized I was a nobody and moved on to someone of more importance. The experience wasn’t all bad. My store got a lot of free publicity and it didn’t hurt that Miley began to get photo’d in the line either. Business was booming after that incident, but since then I’ve been careful and a little bit paranoid to not cause a repeat of that situation.

  I stripped down to my boxers using the light from my phone once I made it to Rita’s room. I didn’t want to wake her by turning on a lamp. She looked like a little kid hunched over into a ball sleeping like a baby. My woman is beautiful, I thought as I watched her sleep. She’s one of those rare people whose outside beauty matches who they are on the inside. Even with her hair going in every direction and no makeup on, I found her sexy. I was happy in our relationship and I used every moment we spent together attempting to create that same happiness for her.

  I decided to stop being a creep and join her in bed. I tried easing her closer to me. I slept better with her in my arms just being able to smell her sweet scent eased my racing mind, but there was a big emphasis to be put on tried because soon after I had her wrapped up in my arms she was turning to face me with a the cutest crumpled face.

  I chuckled at her expression which only caused her to amplify the expression. “What’s so funny and when did you get here?”

  “Nothing. I just got here a few minutes ago. Go back to sleep baby.” I smiled as I lightly pecked her forehead.

  “I’m not sleepy.”

  “Ok, then why are your eyes closed.”

  “I’m resting them.” I shook my head at her talking like a child fighting sleep. She joined in on my laughter realizing how silly she must have sounded. “I just want to talk to you for a little bit, then I’ll go back to sleep. It’s my first day back and you spent it working.” She stuck out her tongue letting me know she didn’t like how I chose to spend my hours today.

  “I’m sorry, but I had some important shit to do today that couldn’t wait any longer.”

  Rita rolled her eyes. “You do remember that your partner is my best friend right?”

  “Your point?” I answered flicking her nose and irritating her into scolding me with a slap on the wrist.

  She narrowed her vision on me, “My point being that she tells me everything and she knows what needs to be done at the store. She also mentioned something about you sleeping at the store.”

  “Snitch.” I mumbled.

  “Shut up, don’t talk about my Rueche like that, she’s just looking out for you.”

  “No, she’s just being your spy and besides, I don’t need anybody looking out for me.”

  Rita rolled her eyes. “She’s your friend too and stop changing the subject you need to start taking better care of yourself. I want you to be around for our future kids.” Her last declaration might have scared a regular nigga away, but for me that shit had me smiling from ear to ear. I already knew that she was the one. I’d marry her today if she would let me, but this secrecy shit and her not wanting to rush things were preventing me from doing so.

  I knew she was the one from the moment I saw her. She had this glow about her that I’ve never seen before. Meeting her and falling for her only clarified what I already knew. That she was a sweet girl with a heart of gold and I wanted to marry her and have a couple kids that were the perfect blend of the both of us and I wanted to celebrate a thousand anniversaries with the woman of my dreams. I wanted a future with her and someday I was going to make that happen. It might not be soon but I wanted all those things with her none the less.

  “Maurice are you listening to me.” Rita called me by my middle name letting me know she was serious.

  I chuckled as I licked over my lips before placing them on hers, where they should have been to begin with. “Yes baby. I’m listening and I will. Launching this new line is just stressing me out.”

  “I understand but you have to start putting some of the load on Kae. You’re not in this alone this time and she’s ready and willing. I don’t like these worry Iines I see in your face right now.” She intensely studied my face before her big brown orbs landed on mine. She shied away as my gaze became too much for her.

  I lifted her head and grinned at the color I added to her cheeks. “I promise I will, if you promise to get some sleep, sleepy head. You can barely keep your eyes open, but you want to lecture me about getting more sleep.”

  Rita smiled with her eyes closed. “I lecture you because I love you.”

  I don’t know why after the countless amount of times she’s said those three words to me, my chest still tightens up every times she chooses to use them. “I love you too beautiful, now go to sleep.”

  “Can you do me a favor first?”

  “Anything for you.”

  “Can you hold me Chris?” Her big brown eyes stared at me waiting intently for my response, but I don’t know why she’s fronting. She gets anything and everything she asks of me with the exception of a few things.

  I pulled her closer to my torso as she locked her arms around me and buried her head into my chest. Her body was always warm compared mine and the contrast felt great against my icy skin from my shortage of clothing.