Post by Jasmine: the college chick on Aug 22, 2005 18:57:50 GMT -5
~* July 8, 2007 11:58pm at you and Dreux’s house *~ in the bedroom sitting in the chair
Y/n: …on what Bre.
Bre: Yeah, Im so excited.
Y/n: Oh you telling me that lifted my spirits. I’ve been going crazy around here; Fashion Week in London is 2 months away, I barely see Dreux now. I mean we have days plan to do something but he always cancels them.
Bre: It’s okay girl.
Y/n: (sighs) We got something plan tomorrow. I doubt if he goes through with it.
Bre: Yes he will because he loves you chick.
Y/n: Yeah I guess but I’m so happy for you Bre Bre. Getting married and shit.
Bre: Well, you know. (Laughs) …stop.
Y/n: I aint do anything.
Bre: My bad not you… stop Mari (laughs) Ay Sweet Imma call you later on tonight.
Y/n: No you’re not, if you call me later on tonight then O aint doing his job right.
Bre: (laughs) Okay bye girl (Hangs up) (You laugh to yourself, walk over to one of the dressers and pull out one of Dreux’s white tees. You open another drawer and pulls out a pair of small shorts. You walk in the bathroom
and change. You put your clothes in the hamper and walk back in the bedroom. You turn off the lights in the room, walk over to the windows, and pull the curtains back so the lights from outside will shine in the room. You get in the bed and pass out. Around 2am, Dreux walks in the room and throw his keys, phone, and wallet on the chair while kicking his shoes off. He takes off everything except his boxers and sits on the bed. The movement from him sitting on the bed wakes you up. He takes off his watch and put it on the nightstand. He removes the rubber from his head and tosses it by his watch. You sit up in the bed.)
Y/n: Hey babe.
Dreux: (He looks over his shoulder and turn back around) Hey ma. I didn’t mean to wake you.
Y/n: That’s okay. (Yawns) How was your day?
Dreux: Stressful as HELL.
Y/n: Aww. (You get up, kneel behind him, and start massaging his shoulders.) Is that betta?
Dreux: Hell yeah. (You continue to massages his shoulders)
Y/n: O promised to Bre.
Dreux: Fa real. (Moans)
Y/n: Yeah. I’m happy for them. (After awhile gets up and face you.)
Dreux: Thanks ma.
Y/n: You’re welcome.
Dreux: (smiles) Why you always in my shit?
Y/n: Because I look sexy in it, plus I’m comfortable.
Dreux: (He slides his arms around your torso and look in your eyes) Whatever ma. (Leans down and kisses you) You can wear my shit and still look sexy.
Y/n: I know. I know. (You yawn and he laughs)
Dreux: Go to sleep ma. I need to. I gotta be back at the studio around 7:30…8.
Y/n: So you gon forget about our day?
Dreux: What da—oh shit, baby Im sorry. I’m so sorry.
Y/n: (pull away from his grip; get on your side of the bed, and sighs) This is the fourth time Dreux.
Dreux: Im sorry Sweet; we just gotta reschedule.
Y/n: And then you will forget that one too.
Druex: Bab—
Y/n: (getting under the covers) Goodnight.
Dreux: Babe?
Y/n: Goodnight.
Dreux: (he crawl on the bed and hovers over you) Baby Im sorry. (Looks at him)
Y/n: Let me go to sleep, since we’re not doing anything later on today I might as well go to work.
Dreux: So you’re not gonna listen to me.
Y/n: Im tired. Just go to sleep.
Dreux: You told me that we should never go to bed mad at each other.
Y/n: fuck that.
Dreux: I’ll make it up to you ma. I promise.
Y/n: (sighs) Don't make promises you can't keep Dreux. Just go to sleep. Leave me alone.
Dreux: (tries to kiss you but you turn your head and he pecks you on the cheek) That was cold ma.
Y/n: Goodnight.
~* Around 7am in the kitchen You’re standing by the island, drinking orange juice reading the paper, while the chef(Roy) finish preparing the food*~
Y/n: Thanks Roy.
Roy: No problem. Do you want me to come back today?
Y/n: Naw. Take the next week off.
Roy: Thanks Ms.—
Y/n: Tsk tsk tsk.
Roy: Sorry Sweet. Thank though
Y/n: No problem
Dreux: (walking in on the phone) I don't give a fuck…...hell naw……yeah shit….yup. (He hangs up his phone. Roy leaves out. Dreux walks up behind you, wraps his arms around you and kisses ya neck) Good morning ma.
Y/n: (sighs) Good morning.
Dreux: Baby, I love you.
Y/n: That’s good.
Dreux: You look sexy in that outfit.
Y/n: That’s nice.
Dreux: (let’s go of you) You’re really gonna hold this against me?
Y/n: (turns around) Im thinking since we’re are out of school we could spend just a lil more time together. We’ve been out of school for 2 months now and we’ve been together how many times.
Dreux: It’s not my fault that Im so fuckin busy.
Y/n: I take off to spend at least some time with you but you just don't care.
Dreux: I care baby. I really do but I have a demanding schedule.
Y/n: You act like I don't have one. Well you’re in the studio, Im in 2 – 3 hour meetings, coming up with designs fucking everyday, putting together campaigns and fashion shows. That’s not an easy stroll in the park Dreux. I’m always on the go. I attempt to spend time with you and I think you should open your eyes wide as hell and recognize that.
Dreux: (sighs) Swe—
Y/n: Excuse me but I don't have time to waste. I’ve reschedule the appointments that I canceled for you. (You grab your black and gray Baby Phat purse, car keys, and phone off the counter and leave)
Dreux: shit. (Sighs)
Y/n: …on what Bre.
Bre: Yeah, Im so excited.
Y/n: Oh you telling me that lifted my spirits. I’ve been going crazy around here; Fashion Week in London is 2 months away, I barely see Dreux now. I mean we have days plan to do something but he always cancels them.
Bre: It’s okay girl.
Y/n: (sighs) We got something plan tomorrow. I doubt if he goes through with it.
Bre: Yes he will because he loves you chick.
Y/n: Yeah I guess but I’m so happy for you Bre Bre. Getting married and shit.
Bre: Well, you know. (Laughs) …stop.
Y/n: I aint do anything.
Bre: My bad not you… stop Mari (laughs) Ay Sweet Imma call you later on tonight.
Y/n: No you’re not, if you call me later on tonight then O aint doing his job right.
Bre: (laughs) Okay bye girl (Hangs up) (You laugh to yourself, walk over to one of the dressers and pull out one of Dreux’s white tees. You open another drawer and pulls out a pair of small shorts. You walk in the bathroom
and change. You put your clothes in the hamper and walk back in the bedroom. You turn off the lights in the room, walk over to the windows, and pull the curtains back so the lights from outside will shine in the room. You get in the bed and pass out. Around 2am, Dreux walks in the room and throw his keys, phone, and wallet on the chair while kicking his shoes off. He takes off everything except his boxers and sits on the bed. The movement from him sitting on the bed wakes you up. He takes off his watch and put it on the nightstand. He removes the rubber from his head and tosses it by his watch. You sit up in the bed.)
Y/n: Hey babe.
Dreux: (He looks over his shoulder and turn back around) Hey ma. I didn’t mean to wake you.
Y/n: That’s okay. (Yawns) How was your day?
Dreux: Stressful as HELL.
Y/n: Aww. (You get up, kneel behind him, and start massaging his shoulders.) Is that betta?
Dreux: Hell yeah. (You continue to massages his shoulders)
Y/n: O promised to Bre.
Dreux: Fa real. (Moans)
Y/n: Yeah. I’m happy for them. (After awhile gets up and face you.)
Dreux: Thanks ma.
Y/n: You’re welcome.
Dreux: (smiles) Why you always in my shit?
Y/n: Because I look sexy in it, plus I’m comfortable.
Dreux: (He slides his arms around your torso and look in your eyes) Whatever ma. (Leans down and kisses you) You can wear my shit and still look sexy.
Y/n: I know. I know. (You yawn and he laughs)
Dreux: Go to sleep ma. I need to. I gotta be back at the studio around 7:30…8.
Y/n: So you gon forget about our day?
Dreux: What da—oh shit, baby Im sorry. I’m so sorry.
Y/n: (pull away from his grip; get on your side of the bed, and sighs) This is the fourth time Dreux.
Dreux: Im sorry Sweet; we just gotta reschedule.
Y/n: And then you will forget that one too.
Druex: Bab—
Y/n: (getting under the covers) Goodnight.
Dreux: Babe?
Y/n: Goodnight.
Dreux: (he crawl on the bed and hovers over you) Baby Im sorry. (Looks at him)
Y/n: Let me go to sleep, since we’re not doing anything later on today I might as well go to work.
Dreux: So you’re not gonna listen to me.
Y/n: Im tired. Just go to sleep.
Dreux: You told me that we should never go to bed mad at each other.
Y/n: fuck that.
Dreux: I’ll make it up to you ma. I promise.
Y/n: (sighs) Don't make promises you can't keep Dreux. Just go to sleep. Leave me alone.
Dreux: (tries to kiss you but you turn your head and he pecks you on the cheek) That was cold ma.
Y/n: Goodnight.
~* Around 7am in the kitchen You’re standing by the island, drinking orange juice reading the paper, while the chef(Roy) finish preparing the food*~
Y/n: Thanks Roy.
Roy: No problem. Do you want me to come back today?
Y/n: Naw. Take the next week off.
Roy: Thanks Ms.—
Y/n: Tsk tsk tsk.
Roy: Sorry Sweet. Thank though
Y/n: No problem
Dreux: (walking in on the phone) I don't give a fuck…...hell naw……yeah shit….yup. (He hangs up his phone. Roy leaves out. Dreux walks up behind you, wraps his arms around you and kisses ya neck) Good morning ma.
Y/n: (sighs) Good morning.
Dreux: Baby, I love you.
Y/n: That’s good.
Dreux: You look sexy in that outfit.
Y/n: That’s nice.
Dreux: (let’s go of you) You’re really gonna hold this against me?
Y/n: (turns around) Im thinking since we’re are out of school we could spend just a lil more time together. We’ve been out of school for 2 months now and we’ve been together how many times.
Dreux: It’s not my fault that Im so fuckin busy.
Y/n: I take off to spend at least some time with you but you just don't care.
Dreux: I care baby. I really do but I have a demanding schedule.
Y/n: You act like I don't have one. Well you’re in the studio, Im in 2 – 3 hour meetings, coming up with designs fucking everyday, putting together campaigns and fashion shows. That’s not an easy stroll in the park Dreux. I’m always on the go. I attempt to spend time with you and I think you should open your eyes wide as hell and recognize that.
Dreux: (sighs) Swe—
Y/n: Excuse me but I don't have time to waste. I’ve reschedule the appointments that I canceled for you. (You grab your black and gray Baby Phat purse, car keys, and phone off the counter and leave)
Dreux: shit. (Sighs)