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Bre’Anne
Bre’Anne Jeniyah Henderson is my name. I’m 5’3’’, a redbone, with long honey blonde and black hair that falls down the middle of my back. I’m 17 years old. I have 6 tattoos and my belly button and tongue is pierced. My brother, Tre’Veon (25), aka Trigga, is a well known and adored rapper in New York, but we’re from Berkeley, California. He moved us into a big two story apartment after our dad got killed. We ain’t got much, but we making it from our inheritance and my brother’s income. I don’t have much to add into our crib except for support and stuff. I stay in trouble and that’s why he’s tryna get me to sing for his label because he don’t want me to end up like my daddy. Dead and gone. He’s always supported me no matter how much trouble I got in and he will always see me as his baby sister. He is my keeper.
I watched my brother perfect his freestyle for his new, highly anticipated mixtape “No Pen, No Pad.” Him and his boys been in our studio nearly 24/7, day in and day out and within a week and a half his mixtape was almost complete. “You know I’m not gon seal dis mixtape without you on it, sis.” He said walking out of the booth and signaling Curt to finish up the instrumental with a little something. “Whatever, man. You been saying that for months since you heard me on that song with Dopy.” I said laughing. “Song? Dopy? Oh yeah, that Drop joint right?” He asked. “Oh quick acting like you forgot!” I said nudging him and checking my G1 as it vibrated in my lap. My face lit up when I saw who was calling me. I stepped out of the studio. It was my boo, Messiah. He’s 5’11’’, dark skinned, and buummmm lol. He has a baby face, short curly hair with an always clean round up, a really nice body, deep dimples, and pearly white teeth. He’s really fly, and he’s also a singer. He look like he could be one of Diddy’s kids.
“Hello?”
“What’s up beautiful?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’m in the studio with Interference.” I laughed.
“Oh yeah, I am too with my nigga. I was just thinking about you.” He said making me smile.
“Oh really? So what song you working on?” I asked.
“This song called My Shawty. It’s all about you Bre.” he said.
“Word? That’s so sweet of you Messiah.” I said laughing.
“I’m not playing. You know I been tryna get you to be my girl for the past month. Why you tripping?” he asked.
I laughed. “Ain’t nobody ova here tripping. I just don’t have time for you and your ex’s drama, ya know?”
“Can you meet me at the Park?” he asked me.
“Yeah I guess. Be there in 20.” I said.
“Aight, Bre.” He said disconnecting the call.
On that note, I was wrapping up everything with my brother. “Aye Bre’Anne, let me holla at you for a sec.” He said pulling me out of the studio. “What’s up Trig?” I asked folding my arms. “You know Curt been tryna get at you right?” he asked me rhetorically. Yeah I know Curt likes me, but he be on some M.O.B stuff that I don’t have time for. “Yeah. What about it?” I asked not tryna here nothing he was saying. “Just talk to him. I can tell he ain’t gon treat you like them otha birds he be messing with cause he ain’t even approach you yet.” He said pulling out his phone and putting me on hold. While he took his call, I looked back in the window and Curt was laid back in the Producer’s chair with his red Angels fitted hat covering his eyes, a black and red LRG shirt on, some black Levi’s, and some red and black 12s. He was looking good, but I been knowing him for over 2 years and we’ve barely said 5 words to each other, which was “Aye Bre’Anne, I’m feeling you.” I never took him seriously because I never knew what he wanted with a girl like me. I’m tough as hell and if we were together we’d probably fight everyday. “Aight Bre?” Trey asked. “Oh yeah. Sure. I’ll talk to him, but I’m not promising you nothing.” He smiled. “Aight.” He said kissing my forehead. “Bye brother.” I said walking upstairs. When I got in my room, I put on my light brown leather jacket, slipped on my brown and white Levi shoes, and grabbed my Gucci purse and keys.
While I was walking around the Park waiting for Messiah to show up, I ran into a familiar face. “Hey you.” He said beginning to walk with me. “Hey. Who are you? I see you everywhere, but I can’t put a name with the face.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I don’t know. You come into the Gucci Store often don’t you?” he asked. “Oh yeah!” I laughed. “You’re the guy with the glasses and braids!” I said hugging him. “You look different without your glasses and having a hat on.” I said. “Yeah I know. What you doing out here, though? It’s cold.” He asked. I stopped and smiled at him. “Oh nothing. Waiting on my friend.” He chuckled. “A friend, or a boo?” he said bumping me a little. “Well…let’s just say he’s not my boyfriend, but we are just talking.” He adjusted his ATL all black fitted hat. “Ohhhh. I see. So how bout this,” he said taking out his phone. “How about we just talk?” I put my number in his phone. “Okay, can I get the name now?” I asked him. “Call me G.” he said lightly kissing my cheek, then disappearing into the darkness. Whoa that boy was fine. I bumped into Messiah 10 minutes later.
“Took you long enough, punk.” I said lightly punching his shoulder. He laughed. “Man, you know how it is when you in the studio.” He said rubbing the spot I punched him in. “Naw, I don’t cause when you asked me to meet you, I got up, told my brother I was leaving, and I came. IN 20 MINUTES.” I said catching a little attitude. “Aight. I’m sorry. You gonna keep fussing at me or you gon give me a hug?” he asked holding out his arms. “Whatever. Don’t play me, Messiah.” I said hugging him tightly and then kissing him softly on the lips. “Okay. So why did you ask me to come out here?” I asked him. “Come on.” He said wrapping his arms around me. We walked to 5th Ave. and he took me to Starbucks. I ordered a hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and drizzled with caramel and he paid for it. We sat at a booth and just talked. “What’s going on. Why you got me out here in this cold weather, boo?” I asked him. “Well,” he began to say. “I wanted to give you something.” He said going in his pocket. “What’s this?” I asked as he gave me a small Tiffany’s box. “Open it.” He said smiling, making me just fall in love with his dimples. “Oh my gosh. You didn’t!” I said reaching across the table and hugging him tightly. It was a pink, diamond encrusted promise ring. “It’s beautiful, Messiah.” He laughed. “Yeah. I was shopping for my sister’s birthday, but when I saw it I just had to get it for you.” He said. “And I’m not rushing you to be my girl and it’s not a bribe. I’m just saying I promise to be here for you and never do you wrong.” I couldn’t do nothing but smile. “You are a trip. You know that?” As soon as I said that some guy came rushing in. “Aye, Messiah. Mikey got shot man, we gotta go.” On that note, Messiah jumped up, kissed my forehead and ran behind the dude. Perfect way to end my night.
Bre’Anne
Bre’Anne Jeniyah Henderson is my name. I’m 5’3’’, a redbone, with long honey blonde and black hair that falls down the middle of my back. I’m 17 years old. I have 6 tattoos and my belly button and tongue is pierced. My brother, Tre’Veon (25), aka Trigga, is a well known and adored rapper in New York, but we’re from Berkeley, California. He moved us into a big two story apartment after our dad got killed. We ain’t got much, but we making it from our inheritance and my brother’s income. I don’t have much to add into our crib except for support and stuff. I stay in trouble and that’s why he’s tryna get me to sing for his label because he don’t want me to end up like my daddy. Dead and gone. He’s always supported me no matter how much trouble I got in and he will always see me as his baby sister. He is my keeper.
I watched my brother perfect his freestyle for his new, highly anticipated mixtape “No Pen, No Pad.” Him and his boys been in our studio nearly 24/7, day in and day out and within a week and a half his mixtape was almost complete. “You know I’m not gon seal dis mixtape without you on it, sis.” He said walking out of the booth and signaling Curt to finish up the instrumental with a little something. “Whatever, man. You been saying that for months since you heard me on that song with Dopy.” I said laughing. “Song? Dopy? Oh yeah, that Drop joint right?” He asked. “Oh quick acting like you forgot!” I said nudging him and checking my G1 as it vibrated in my lap. My face lit up when I saw who was calling me. I stepped out of the studio. It was my boo, Messiah. He’s 5’11’’, dark skinned, and buummmm lol. He has a baby face, short curly hair with an always clean round up, a really nice body, deep dimples, and pearly white teeth. He’s really fly, and he’s also a singer. He look like he could be one of Diddy’s kids.
“Hello?”
“What’s up beautiful?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’m in the studio with Interference.” I laughed.
“Oh yeah, I am too with my nigga. I was just thinking about you.” He said making me smile.
“Oh really? So what song you working on?” I asked.
“This song called My Shawty. It’s all about you Bre.” he said.
“Word? That’s so sweet of you Messiah.” I said laughing.
“I’m not playing. You know I been tryna get you to be my girl for the past month. Why you tripping?” he asked.
I laughed. “Ain’t nobody ova here tripping. I just don’t have time for you and your ex’s drama, ya know?”
“Can you meet me at the Park?” he asked me.
“Yeah I guess. Be there in 20.” I said.
“Aight, Bre.” He said disconnecting the call.
On that note, I was wrapping up everything with my brother. “Aye Bre’Anne, let me holla at you for a sec.” He said pulling me out of the studio. “What’s up Trig?” I asked folding my arms. “You know Curt been tryna get at you right?” he asked me rhetorically. Yeah I know Curt likes me, but he be on some M.O.B stuff that I don’t have time for. “Yeah. What about it?” I asked not tryna here nothing he was saying. “Just talk to him. I can tell he ain’t gon treat you like them otha birds he be messing with cause he ain’t even approach you yet.” He said pulling out his phone and putting me on hold. While he took his call, I looked back in the window and Curt was laid back in the Producer’s chair with his red Angels fitted hat covering his eyes, a black and red LRG shirt on, some black Levi’s, and some red and black 12s. He was looking good, but I been knowing him for over 2 years and we’ve barely said 5 words to each other, which was “Aye Bre’Anne, I’m feeling you.” I never took him seriously because I never knew what he wanted with a girl like me. I’m tough as hell and if we were together we’d probably fight everyday. “Aight Bre?” Trey asked. “Oh yeah. Sure. I’ll talk to him, but I’m not promising you nothing.” He smiled. “Aight.” He said kissing my forehead. “Bye brother.” I said walking upstairs. When I got in my room, I put on my light brown leather jacket, slipped on my brown and white Levi shoes, and grabbed my Gucci purse and keys.
While I was walking around the Park waiting for Messiah to show up, I ran into a familiar face. “Hey you.” He said beginning to walk with me. “Hey. Who are you? I see you everywhere, but I can’t put a name with the face.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I don’t know. You come into the Gucci Store often don’t you?” he asked. “Oh yeah!” I laughed. “You’re the guy with the glasses and braids!” I said hugging him. “You look different without your glasses and having a hat on.” I said. “Yeah I know. What you doing out here, though? It’s cold.” He asked. I stopped and smiled at him. “Oh nothing. Waiting on my friend.” He chuckled. “A friend, or a boo?” he said bumping me a little. “Well…let’s just say he’s not my boyfriend, but we are just talking.” He adjusted his ATL all black fitted hat. “Ohhhh. I see. So how bout this,” he said taking out his phone. “How about we just talk?” I put my number in his phone. “Okay, can I get the name now?” I asked him. “Call me G.” he said lightly kissing my cheek, then disappearing into the darkness. Whoa that boy was fine. I bumped into Messiah 10 minutes later.
“Took you long enough, punk.” I said lightly punching his shoulder. He laughed. “Man, you know how it is when you in the studio.” He said rubbing the spot I punched him in. “Naw, I don’t cause when you asked me to meet you, I got up, told my brother I was leaving, and I came. IN 20 MINUTES.” I said catching a little attitude. “Aight. I’m sorry. You gonna keep fussing at me or you gon give me a hug?” he asked holding out his arms. “Whatever. Don’t play me, Messiah.” I said hugging him tightly and then kissing him softly on the lips. “Okay. So why did you ask me to come out here?” I asked him. “Come on.” He said wrapping his arms around me. We walked to 5th Ave. and he took me to Starbucks. I ordered a hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and drizzled with caramel and he paid for it. We sat at a booth and just talked. “What’s going on. Why you got me out here in this cold weather, boo?” I asked him. “Well,” he began to say. “I wanted to give you something.” He said going in his pocket. “What’s this?” I asked as he gave me a small Tiffany’s box. “Open it.” He said smiling, making me just fall in love with his dimples. “Oh my gosh. You didn’t!” I said reaching across the table and hugging him tightly. It was a pink, diamond encrusted promise ring. “It’s beautiful, Messiah.” He laughed. “Yeah. I was shopping for my sister’s birthday, but when I saw it I just had to get it for you.” He said. “And I’m not rushing you to be my girl and it’s not a bribe. I’m just saying I promise to be here for you and never do you wrong.” I couldn’t do nothing but smile. “You are a trip. You know that?” As soon as I said that some guy came rushing in. “Aye, Messiah. Mikey got shot man, we gotta go.” On that note, Messiah jumped up, kissed my forehead and ran behind the dude. Perfect way to end my night.
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