Love Without An Ending: BPLS Sequel

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Nique: Diggy really...You're trying to do that at a time like this?

Diggy: What's the problem?

Nique: Hmm let's see..

1) My sister is possibly being held captive by her love crazy manager!

2) I'm 8 months pregnant with twin girls!

3) Everybody is on my mother fucking case about getting married to the same guy that tried to-

Diggy: Tried to what?

Nique: Babe I'm sorr-

Diggy: No, go ahead! Say it! I tried to what? You and me both need to here this.

Nique: *tearing up* Please I'm sorry I just..

Diggy: You still don't trust me..do you?

Nique: Yes I do! Of course I trust you! I trusted you enough for us to move in together, I trusted you enough to get engaged! I trust you enough to go to sleep in your arms every night...

Diggy: No you don't..Nique I tried so hard to ignore it..I really did. But I know you don't trust me..

Nique: Yes I do!! *crying*

Diggy: You don't...you've been having nightmares about what happened ever since I asked you to marry me Zonnique. You think I don't know but I do! When you get up at night to go to the bathroom and cry your eyes out I hear you!

Nique: Stop..*still crying*

Diggy: And I wanna get up and help you so fucking bad, but I know I can't because I know I'm the reason you do it! I'm the one you're scared of!! I can't ignore it anymore..I love you too much to continue to hurt you.

Nique: Diggy you're not hurting me! I can get over, I can learn to live with it, I-

Diggy: No you can't. That's no way for you to live..I really wanted to beat this, I wanted to show everybody that I changed, but I can't because it's not true.

Nique: *sniffles* But you have changed..Diggy you're a totally different man now than you were back then. You shouldn't have to continue to pay for something that happened 10 years ago..

Diggy: Zonnique I'm sorry..I'm so sorry. *kneels down teary eyed* I'm so sorry.

Nique: I know and it's ok..

Diggy: *kisses her stomach*

Nique: *hugs him*

Diggy: I'm so sorry I did it..I was grieving for my brother.

Nique: Please don't cry..I can't watch a grown man cry.

Diggy: I just wanted to know who killed my brother...I wanted to make things right for my brother. He didn't deserve to die.

Nique: I know..but it was all a mistake. You guys were young and stupid, and things just went really bad. It's not your fault..you know that right?

Diggy:.....

Nique: Diggy, your brother getting shot was not your fault! You didn't take the gun and put it to his head..you can't blame yourself for this. You don't have anything to make right.

Diggy: I'm just so sorry..*sniffles*

Nique: I know..me too.

-Las Vegas-(Bahja)

Bahja: What the hell is this shit?

Bryan: You said you wanted packaged food.

Bahja: Yeah, like chips or something not this dried fruit stuff.

Bryan: It's healthy.

Bahja: It's nasty.

Bryan: Well if we're gonna be together, you're gonna have to lose some weight. So start with eating-

Bahja: Hold the fuck up, what?!

Bryan: You're gonna have to lose some weight..

Bahja: SO FIRST YOU DRUG ME, RAPE ME, KIDNAP ME, THEN YOU CALL ME FAT?! OH FUCK NO! YOU ARE SO LUCKY YOU HAVE ME HANDCUFFED TO THIS DAMN BED OR I WOULD BE KICKING YOUR ASS RIGHT NOW!!! AND ILL HAVE YOU KNOW, I JUST HAD A BABY ASSHOLE!!

Bryan: I was just saying-

Bahja: I HEARD WHAT CAME OUT OF YOUR SHIT SMELLING MOUTH! *sighs* Why are you here anyway?

Bryan: We're leaving tomorrow, so I need to know where you put key card so I can go to your room and pack your stuff.

Bahja: *chuckles* I'm not telling you shit..

Bryan: I'm glad you think I'm joking. Where did you put the damn key card?

Bahja: Ok I think you need a hearing aid or something because I clearly said, "I'm not telling you shit!"

Bryan: Bahja stop playing games and just tell me where you put the fucking key card before I get pissed off.

Bahja: You can get mad all you want. You can yell, throw shit around, slap me around some more if it helps but I don't give a fuck. That's more stuff the cops will charge you for when you get caught.

Bryan: WHERE DID YOU PUT THE FUCKING CARD?!

Bahja: Maybe if I had some real food, and I could put my arms down to eat I might have the energy to tell you.

Bryan: Or you can tell me now, before I do something I regret.

Bahja: Get me some food, and un-cuff me and I'll tell you.

Bryan: *sighs* Fine, what do you want to eat?

Bahja: Don't they have like a room service menu or something?

Bryan: STOP PLAYING GAMES AND TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT TO EAT!!!

Bahja: Gosh! A burger, some fries...chips and some almonds for later.

Bryan: Damn..

Bahja: Asshole.

Bryan: *leaves*

-Bre and Prince-

Bre: I was joking when I said go through the vents ya know..I didn't mean to actually do it!!!

Prince: Well that's the only way we can get to get their hotel room without Bryan seeing us and running.

Bre: Ugh...what if there's rats up there?

Prince: This is a 4 star hotel, there are no rats.

Bre: The rats probably stole the 5th star..gimme a lift.

Prince: With those shoes? You wanna break my hands?

Bre: Well if you think I'm gonna leave my $1200 LV shoes here you're wrong. So you give me a lift, or hold my shoes.

Prince: *sighs and lifts her by ankles*

Bre: Ok I'm in, I got it!

Prince: Ok, I'm coming. *climbs onto table*

Bre: *pulls him in*

Prince: Thanks, lets go.

Bre: Kay, so we're at D16 and we need to get to C18..

Prince: Alright keep going until you get to the two pathways. I'll keep count of where we are.

Bre: *crawling* Dammit...I hope you know you're buying me new leggings.

Prince: Whatever..