u kno how it start, u neva know it end

saturday 4/12/08                                                    fp= fabulous pinky/me
                                                                                cb= chris brown 
10:20pm

introducin: chris brown & me
 
what is yo motto?


        tonite this nite, ima interview the christopher brown, & get 2 kno him a lil bit, ya kno, have a lil fun wit it.

fp>whaz up chris, how ya doin
cb>im ahiight im good how bout u
fp>ahiight. so, how u feelin bout ur sophmore album, whatz it like bein on top wit anotha one
cb>well, ahh, it feels pretty good man im just really really blessed to even be here. i thank God 4 a answer like this cuz, u just neva kno and i been thru so much, so, i cant get mad
fp>what u been thru
cb>whatchu mean
fp>u said u been thru so much, can u xplain whatchu talkin bout?
cb>oh, well, lets start back 2 high skool
*FLASHBACK/SCENE
" ay chris, there she go"
" who ?"
" turn ya ass aroun dummy"
ameiya came n sat 2 desks behind deshun.
" whatcha gon do homie", deshun asked him.
" ion even kno man". chris just kept starin at her wit his neck turned until the late bell rang. ameiya noticed his stares and looked back at him, he saw her and he quickly turned back around.
it was 3rd lunch. the cafeteria was full of hungry ass kids. chris, deshun, and  some otha niggas was sittin at they own little table, the jocks.
" ay chris, u want yo mash potatas n yo roll ?", this fat boy asked.
" naw man, u can have'em" that fat boy deboed that shit off his tray so fast...... " chris punk ass aint got no game yall", deshun said afta he was checkin out ameiya sittin wit her friends.
" that aint no news", one of the otha boys at the table said unimpressed.
" i bet i got mo game than u", chris said back. " nigga stop playin", that boy said, " when the last time u had a bitch"
" ay man, watch ya fuckin mouth, dont disrespect females like that"
" watch ur fuckin mouth dont disrespect females", the boy said in a irritatinly girly voice mockin chris.
the boys at the table started laughin at chris.
" that nigga sound like a fuckin sissy"
" no wonder yo pussy ass cant getta girl", anotha boy at the table said.
chris just ignored they gay asses. at that moment, he beganned 2 realize not even his best homie had his back.
chris was at his locker. he saw ameiya and her little girlfriends walkin his way, down the hall. he cleared his throat and tryed to pull hisself 2gether.
" ahight chris, u got this," he said to hisself. but b4 he could even make a move, here come deshun, purposely messin up his game.
damn, he said in his head, i coulda had her. he still kept his head up tho.
later, in the hallway again, as he was walkin 2 his next class, chris saw her again, standin on the wall wit her little groupies. anotha chance, and he was finna take it. but the way she was watchin him kinda creeped him out a little. she was starin at him wit no xpression, just watchin him walk towards her. he was just about make a move until he heard her say, " euh ion want his ugly ass!" she didnt say it purposely loud but she said it loud and clear anyway. he knew she was admittenin that 2 him cuz he heard her and some otha girls talkin bout him earlier. from that point on, the way he thought about her changed.
cb>girls usually didnt go 4 me, abunch haters, but i still kept my spirit up ya kno, i always thought around negativity
fp>so u was like the nerd of the skool or somethin?
cb>no i wasnt  no "nerd"
fp>ok then what was u
cb>i was just me
fp>what was "u"?
cb>chris.
fp>ok, how would u classify yorself as, like would u be a jock, a mean girl, a outkast.......
cb>why would i be a mean girl?
fp>i dont kno
cb>i kno u aint serious
fp>it was a xample since u didnt know what i was talkin bout
cb>oh ahight i gotcha, i was bout 2 say but anyways, i wouldnt consider myself none of them things
fp>why
cb>cuz im a different, i was a different person,i
fp>so u sayin cuz u can sing and dance, that made u different frm evrybody else
cb>no im not im not sayin that
fp>ok so what do u mean
cb>u cut me off b4 i could finish
fp>oh im sorry
cb>naw u strayt 4 rite now, but anyways, i was so different i aint have no class no clique 2 be in. i was my own self
fp>Oh really
cb>yeah and thats why im where im at 2day
fp>are u yor own style
cb>yeah, im pretty different wit that 2
fp>whats yor favorite color
cb>um, red and brown
fp>why
cb>ion kno, i just, like it
fp>u dont have a specific reason why u like red and brown ?
cb>i mean, no, why would i ?
fp>ok. i guess u want me 2 ask u so more about yor career huh
cb>well, thats up 2 u aint it
fp>u think im weird dontchu
cb>i mean, i dont really know u
fp>im talkin bout so far durin the interview
cb>well, kinda
fp> ?


what do u think i might bout 2 say next:
a) fuck u!
b) nothin
c) ask'im anotha question
find out in the continued part ll chris brown interview if u wanna move on, ahiight, peace