Working on something for OF and Dricki soon after. I've been doing it on my phone so it's taking a little long I'll try by the end of the week to have it up! Don't forget to read my fiction Fall For Your Type if you haven't, I'm like in love with it. Lol

Graduation.

Safaree and I had been friends for years. He used to live on my block when I first moved to Queens. He was originally from Brooklyn. His mother and my mother instantly clicked, so we saw a lot of each other.

That was many years ago and we were older now. Safaree was 20 and I was 18 and pursuing my acting career. I had finished up at LaGuardia and my graduation was in 3 days. Safaree on the other had was still in High School and he was 20, I know it sounds bad but he was actually really intelligent and sweet...and funny. He just goofed off a lot and slacked. He was planning on pursuing a career in rapping. He was pretty good at it from my understanding.

Today we were in Manhattan looking for a dress for me to wear to my graduation. Safaree and I had been an item since I was a junior and I wanted to keep it to myself. From what everyone knew, we were just best friends and it wasn't ever questioned.

"What about this one?" I held up a typical sun dress that was pink lemonade pink.. He shrugged which meant he didn't like it. I then tried on a black dress that was a mid body con. I hated the color black but I loved the way it fit.

"I like the way it fits your curves but I think you should do a different color, maybe red?" He loved red on me, mostly because it was his favorite color.

"You know I don't even like red." I said starring at him, he didn't budge.

"Just try one on." So I did, I skimmed the racks and came across a red mid body con dress it had a sweetheart neckline and straps. I was happy I was wearing a gown to cover it because I was always self conscious about my body no matter how many times I was told I should love it because it was amazing by my best friend Thembi and plenty others. Or how many times I got stopped by guys and complimented on it.

I walked out of the dressing room and Safaree took off his shade and took my hand in his twirling me around. "This is the one." He said grinning. I walked back into the dressing room took the dress off and walked back out I walked over to the register and laid it down. I pulled out my wallet and Safaree stopped me. He always tried to pay for me no matter how many times I told him I had it.

We left the store and headed to my apartment in Queens, still in South-side I needed to be near my mom after my fathers incident years ago.

I flicked on the lights of my tiny, yet suitable apartment. I slipped off my shoes and walked past my living room and into my bedroom to see Thembi sprawled across my bed. I wondered why she was in my room and not hers. I turned on my light and she slowly got up.

"It's so hot in my room, my AC broke. And I forgot to get another one."

"It's fine Thembi, Safaree is here." I said sitting my bag down and pulling my dress out and putting it in my closet.

"When is he not here?" She rolled back over on my bed.

"Shutup, have you talked to Hakeem?"

"No... we're off again and I'm just so over it. He complains he never sees me but he can hop his ass on a train and come see me."

"Well he lives in Manhattan so he could have easily seen you on school days but he's a douche so what can you do?"

"I don't know... I don't really care either. Where do you wanna go for the senior trip after graduation?"

"I was thinking Hollywood... there's so many opportunities out there for us as actresses and we should explore."

"Really... you know I hate planes." I laughed at her.

"You'll be fine it'll be a good experience."


Graduation Day:

"You look beautiful Onika, I'm so proud you stuck it out. Aren't you happy I made you stay at LaGuardia?" My mom said fixing my cap and gown. I truthfully finished it out for her but I can't say I wasn't happy I did. It really helped me grow and figure out who I was and who I wanted to be as a person.

"Thanks ma" I smiled. "I'm gonna go see if Daddy and Cai are ready." She left me there and I took a seat on the couch and Safaree came and sat next to me. He rubbed my thigh.

"So proud of you Nic, you'll become an amazing actor one day. Considering how much you play with me."

"Whoah rephrase that nigga."

"I meant play around, you know what I meant." I did. I just liked messing with him. And that was a true statement either I was a really good actress or he was extremely gullible, probably a little of both.

Ma came back with Cai and Daddy both dressed in suits Cai had on a pink tie because it was my favorite color and Daddy had on a pink one as well. The ties were my idea. And then we were off to the school.

I walked across the stage. My name was called towards the middle because my last name started with an M and we all went up alphabetically. I was handed my diploma and a plaque with my superlative "Most Likely To Be Successful" I was sure I'd get the one for playing around or something but I was wrong. I was happy with mine it was really shocking that people would vote me that because I thought about giving up so many times. I waved and walked off the stage and took my seat again. Once everyone was finished our principal announced us.

"Your LaGuardia graduating class everyone!" We all threw up our hats and cheered.

Later that day a bunch of the drama kids, Thembi, Safaree, Hakeem, who finally came to see Thembi and I were gathered at a Jamaican restaurant in Queens. My favorite restaurant.

"Onika why you got us at this Jamaican restaurant for our graduation dinner." Nick said. Nicki cut her eyes at him.

"I mean no one else was trynna tell da kid where they wanted to go so da kid had to make the decision."

The group continued on with their dinner longer than a normal dinner because they were talking and reminiscing over the past 4 years they've spent together, where they intend on going to school, if they'll continue their acting, and just random stuff.

"Where are you guys going for your senior trip?" Nicki asked taking a sip of her water to wash down her fried dumplings.

"We were gonna just chill here here we don't really have anything saved up it planned." Nick answered.

"Aw that's no fun. Come to Hollywood with me and Bhembi!" Nicki suggested.

"No mulah Onika!" A girl named Jayne answered.

"Oh... right."

"You didn't tell me you were going to Holkywood Thembi." Hakeem said with a little attitude in his voice.

"I was going to tell you we aren't leaving until Sunday. Chill, okay?" And he did just that. The night was beginning to wind down and the group parted ways. Thembi, Safaree, and I headed to Queens. Safaree just liked to make sure I got home safe he went to his home in Brooklyn. I probably wouldn't see him until Thembi and I left on Sunday. I was fine with that because we spent every second together and I loved it but sometimes he could be one annoying ass coon.

As soon as we reached our apartment Thembi and I began packing our stuff int hear large suitcases we found while walking the shopping district in Manhattan one day. Thembi began shouting to me from her room.

"Do you think it'll be hot in LA?"

"That was a really stupid question Thembi! Of course!"

I was almost finished packing I had a large variety because I'm so in decisive and I also planned on buying a few things there. I packed two pairs of jeans, a few skirts, and a lot of shorts and tanks. I grabbed my little carry on and put my accessories in it and underwear. Thembi came into my room.

"How are you packed already?!" She asked shockingly.

"Because its not hard to pack for LA, make sure you have a lot of shorts and tanks and stuff oh and a bathing suit or a few actually. I also packed some skirts and jeans for a variety." I said grabbing my stash of cash and plane tickets and putting them in my purse. Thembi sighed and walked back into her room to finish packing while she did that I went to shower. I was exhausted and wanted noting more than to sleep.

Saturday:

Safaree knocked at my front door waking Thembi up then she began the day and I wake up after Safree decides to come in my room and tackle me and kiss me all over. I smiled and kissed him on the lips and got up. I wasn't expecting to see him today.

"Ew, morning breath." He scrunched up his face.

"Shutup!" He glared at me and smacked my butt on the way into the bathroom. He followed me there. I sat on the toilet a d relieved myself and Safaree came and put the seat down and sat on it after I used it. I washed my hands and began brushing my teeth. I had braces and I got them off today and I was so excited it was before we left for Hollywood. I figured that's why Safaree showed up today.

I walked back into my room, put on my glasses, a hoodie, jeans and air maxes. I hated them as well but you only make but so much waitressing at Red Lobster and my parents didn't see it as a necessity sinc e they've payed for my glasses for years. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door with Safaree.

"I'll be back later on Thembi!" She shouted back "Okay!"

Orthodontist:

I was sitting in the waiting room shaking my leg and holding Safaree's hand.

"It'll be alright Nic." He reassured me. I nodded. I was happy to get them off and petrified at the same time.

"Oh-knee-kuh, or Oh-NIY-kuh, Maraj" the lady said as she walked through a door in the corner of the waiting room.

"I'm right here!" I said standing up. Safaree let go of my hand and I walked back with the woman. He mouthed "You'll be fine." As I glanced back. I was such a big baby at times.

"Hi, I'm doctor Wong. Remember me?" He smiled.

"Yes" I shook his hand.

"Okay, so today we're gonna get these braces off." He adjusted my chair and out on some gloves after clipping the drop cloth around my neck.

"This a fairly simple procedure just bare with me alright, Onika?" I nodded he prayed my mouth open and went to work.

After a few hours I was out of the chair and on my way. I kept feeling my teeth. They were gorgeous. I was a little loopy off of the gas and my mouth was numb from the anesthesia. Safaree took me out for ice cream because that's all I was really up for eating. We sat outside and ate it and talked.

"You gonna be good in LA, for a week?" He asked. I pushed him and looked up at him with my head down.

"Of course... you know you can come as well."

"Nah, I'll be fine here. I just want you to be good there. Besides it should just be and experience for you and Thembi."

"Okay babe, I'll be good." I puckered my lips for a kiss. He kissed me and we jaded back home to his house.

"I feel like I haven't been here in ages." I said as I plopped on his couch. Vince, his room mate, walked out of his room in boxers.

"Sup, Nic." He nodded. I nodded back.

"Nigga put some clothes on!" He shouted to Vince who was now only he kitchen.

After a few hours Safaree and I were cuddled up on the couch watching Men in Black 2. He was into weird movies. I started getting tired and I wanted to go to sleep. I walked into his room and passé spit a few minutes later I felt him come lay behind me and we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we got on the train and rushed back to Queens to grab my bags. Thembi and I had a flight to catch at 12:00 and it was now 10:56 and I was rushing upstairs to grab my suitcase. Thembi was ready at the door.

"You better get int he shower when we get to the hotel, dirty." She said. She always thinks Safaree and I are doing something when I'm at his house. When in reality we aren't. But I'll let her think what she wants. By 11:10 we were on the train on the way to LaGuardia airport in Manhattan. Once we arrived to the airport we checked in and boarded the flight.


Okay, I was going write about the LA trip but then I got lazy with the whole idea with this one shot but since I told you guys you'd get one and I kept fibbing you can have what I have done to hold you over until I think of something better.

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Wishful Thinking.

You know, it never really bothered me before but I was getting tired of Nicki calling me her husband and her boyfriend on terms of just joking around because she knew I had feelings for her so in a way I felt like she did that shit on purpose. I mean I knew it wasn’t true because Nicki wasn’t like that but she sure as hell had me thinking it. But, I mean that was the type of relationship we had…that’s why I was able to get over the fact that she was only kidding and we’d never be together or even get married.

I mean, it was my fault anyways, all the joking around, lap dances, fake twitter marriages, titles, forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hugs…fucking best hugs ever, she gave the fucking best hugs ever. Then her eyes, the eyes that could pull me into a stare until she actually looked away smiling…showing her pearly whites, that beautiful smile…then the intellectual side of things…she was so intelligent, she knew what she wanted, she was so passionate about anything she did and didn’t stop until she got it. I loved that shit about her. But back to my point…someone was bound to catch feelings in the mix of all those things right? I guess I was the one who caught those feelings because I was positive she hadn’t not an ounce of feelings for me more than that “brother” title, no matter how many times she called you her boyfriend or husband, Drake you could never have a chance. I told myself that all the time but I don’t know…man.

I hate when I drink too much sometimes…my thoughts always seem to attack me…thoughts I didn’t have access to when I was sober. So there I sat, bottle of Henny on the coffee table and my double cupped Styro ‘OVO Fest’ cup that had been through at least half of the Henny bottle. I took another gulp until the cup was half empty. I then lay back on the couch and thought some more…not like I had a choice they just kept coming. What if Nicki actually did have feelings for me? You know it’s not exactly slim to none. She never told me who she actually had feelings for though I was confident she and Safaree had a thing going on but sometimes I felt I might have a better chance than him. I was so confused…yup that describes my situation perfectly. I was confused. I didn’t know what to think or what the fuck I was even thinking anymore. I’d have a different thought every two seconds. But one thing was for sure I knew that I lo…

My thoughts attempted to drown out the knocking on my dressing room door but it grew louder. So I got up from the couch and made my way to it.

“Who is it?” I said dryly. Probably the people at the venue telling me it was way past my time to go.

“It’s Nicki.” An angelic voice beamed from the other side of the door. Oh great, speak of the devil. I twisted the knob and opened the door. She stood there with her head down and her eyes looking up at me with that cute little pucker thing she does with her lips, for a second I thought she wanted me to kiss her but there I got getting my hopes up because soon enough she strutted through the door. I watched her as she walked around my dressing room for a bit before sitting down. My eyes wandered the backside of her body…my favorite side. She wasn’t wearing pants but her ass still seemed to sit perfectly and tight as fuck too…I mean it still jiggled nicely, I knew from our past 20 second humping sessions on stage at different events. Shit, what am I doing? I locked the door and headed over to the couch and took another sip of my Henny waiting for her to sit down.

            She walked over to me taking off her red jacket that matched the red high waisted short things and exposing her bra top I always forgot the name of. Why does she do this shit to me? I looked over her as she laid the jacket down. She had on fishnet type tights with an animal print pattern and thigh high stripper looking boots that must’ve took who ever laced them, fucking ages. Got damn she looked good tonight. I was almost tempted. No stop. I smiled up at her as she sat down on the other end of the couch even though I had another couch on the other side of the coffee table but I wasn’t mad, I was happy she wanted to be close to me.

“What?” She asked laughing and looking at the sight of me gazing up at her…our eyes connected. Why……

“Nothing…what brings you here Ms. Minaj? The show has been over for like 2 hours now.”

“I could ask you something similar…why you still here Drake? And getting drunk while going over the limit time you’re allowed to be in the venue just to do so.”

“I just never left…I told everyone I’d be fine, I started drinking in celebration…then you know me, I got to thinking about a lot of shit you know…and it happened to be on one subject in particular.”

“Really? What was that subject sir?” Nicki asked still in a joking yet concerned tone. I would tell her, I mean I tell her everything else what do I have to lose, you know?

“I was thinking about you…” Her smiled faded and the joking side left and concerned Nicki took over. She seemed confused and longing for me to finish my sentence.

“Nothing bad…I mean unless you consider it bad. I mean I never think or say anything bad about you so it’s not bad. Try and stay with me I’m a little tipsy and a lot of confused. Let me start by asking you this question. Why do you always play around calling me your husband or boyfriend?” She sat for a second still sort of shocked she looked down at the ground making her little weird faces and answered.

“Okay, uh…that’s easy, you know it gets the crowd hype and they love it when we do shit like that.  Same reason why you feel the need to hug, kiss or even try to fondle me any time you get on stage.” She did have a point, but not good enough because not only did I do that to get the attention of the crowd and get them hype but I actually had a lot of love for Nicki so those things kind of came natural.

“Ok…but let me finish…Why do you always play around calling me your husband or boyfriend KNOWING, how I feel about you? I mean it’s pretty fucked up Nicki.”

“Drake you know I don’t take anything you say seriously right?” She laughed a little. It kind of hurt, but then she continued. “If you actually have feelings for me you need to show me not tell me, because although I believe you’re a man of your word and you’re amazing…you’re the worst kind of dude.”

“How would you want me to show you I have feelings for you?”

“Like this…” She pulled at her bra strap pulling them off her shoulders but they still sheltered her breast. She bounced them sticking her tongue out, before laughing and standing up.

“You play entirely too much.” She did, and I was done. It was my turn to feel in control of whatever type of relationship we had going on. She always took me for a joke. I pulled her back down onto the couch; well she landed in my lap. I turned her towards me and smacked her ass. She tried pulling away but my grip was too strong. I pushed her down gently onto the couch and hovered over her.

“Say no and I won’t do it.” She sat there, shocked more than anything about to be honest. I was just as shocked as she was, I would’ve went further but I got a grip and remembered that could’ve been considered rape and on top of that it was wrong. I waited a few seconds for something as much as a head shake or a faint no. But she just stared at me. She didn’t say yes either but I was confused. Did Nicki…did Nicki fucking Minaj…IS Onika Maraj…the love of my life suggesting we go through with this? But she DID say she wanted me to show her my love so I guess this is what she meant whether she was joking or not.

            I removed her straps of her bra off her shoulders just as she did moments before I unhooked it from the back and looked at her; she still had that look of confusion on her face. So until she said no…I would proceed.

            I threw the bra and out popped her perky light skinned breast. The ones that always poured out of her low cut tops…the ones she played with to get people hyped up…the ones that she covered with pasties over the nipples. The breast I would today get the chance to touch…lick and suck. I could feel myself hardening I had to speed this up. I took a breast into my mouth nipping at it gently and then biting at her nipples and sucking them as I left small hickies around her breasts. I worked my way down and almost felt defeated. I reached behind her and found a zipped to unzip her tight red leather high waisted short things. I slid them off lifting her legs into the air and spreading them open as they came down. Another obstacle came about – her tights. I pulled at them gently but really at this point I didn’t care if I ripped them. I eventually got them off and there she sat in a black lace thong hiding what was visible through them…a bald woman hood. Fuck.

            I slipped off her thongs and there it was she looked at it then at me then back at it. I went straight to work…see this was my scene. I was amazing at giving head or so I’ve been told. I licked once and I heard a whimper escape her lips the first she actually let out since we began. I didn’t waste any time I sucked on her pussy taking it into my mouth I slid her ass up and her breast were now at her chin I was sitting up now as I pleased Nicki. The whole time I just can’t stop thinking about if this was real life or not. I needed someone to pinch me but by the looks of it Nicki was too far gone to do it for me. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she screamed out and squirted into my mouth signaling she had just cum...and in my mouth. Yes Lawd. I wasn’t finished just yet. I wanted her to feel my member inside her. But fuck I needed a condom. I got up searching the room.

“Drake…” she said sitting on the couch covering herself up. It was cute in a way even though I’ve already seen her.

“Hold up…I just have to find a fucking condom.” I said holding my finger up at her.

“Maybe…maybe we shouldn’t.” Fuck no find a fucking condom Aubrey. I didn’t really plan on getting any action so I left them at home.

“Fuck it, I’ll pull out. I promise.”

“NO! Do you know what would happen to me if you didn’t?” Being the respectful gentleman I am. I respected her wishes. She sat there still shielding herself.

“Nicki…put your clothes back on.” I said throwing her, her bra and tights. She slipped on her tights and stopped.

“Where is my thong?” I didn’t bother really looking for that one because I stuffed it in the couch cushion with no problem…those would be mine.

“I don’t know just put your pants on you’ll be fine.” She did just that and put her bra on as she turned away from me. “Can you give me one of those OVO shirts to wear over this bra I’m chilly.” I threw her a shirt from my bag, I don’t know why she didn’t grab a shirt from her dressing room but it was Nicki…and she wanted to wear my shirt…and I just pleased her, I was feeling fucking amazing. She slipped on her red lace blazer and grabbed her shoes. I walked her to my door and unlocked it. I opened it and she whispered to me.

“I believe you.” Before embracing me and screaming as she scampered down the hallway. “SAFAREE, Clifton got the rest of my shit out the dressing room right?”

Loved me some Nicki.

A banging came from my dressing room door. "You're on in 5 Drake." My stage manager for my 3rd Annual OVO Fest spoke through the door. 

"Aight." I shouted. And back to reality I went...

I'm so sooooo sorry I haven't been posting my regular One Shot's for those who actually still care. I'm so wrapped up in school and with my free time I write for my fic "Fall For Your Type" which has a link on the post under this I believe. Anyways. Comments!! And I might be able to continue if you like it. 

Note.

Probably not gonna finish Thinkin' Bout You'. I've got writers block and I'll just focus on the fic instead. I may post some One Shots when i get some inspiration or something here and there. Ot her than that, follow Fall For Your Type! Still haven't gotten any ideas for a new OF fic.

Hiya.

Haven't forgotten about this blog! I've been wrapped up in my new fic that I'm like in love with. So if you're waiting for a new One Shot or another part in Thinkin' Bout You. I'll get that to you whenever I've got free time to write! School is kinda of in the way, but gotta put it first. [#TheBarbzMission]. Xx! 

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Thinkin' Bout You - Flashback

“I was so good to you….”

“Well…yeah I know but we…we can’t do this anymore”

“But…you…you can’t do this please don’t.”

“I’m sorry Nicki…we ain’t gonna work…we had a nice run.”

“I…I just I just don’t get it, I gave you my all for 12 months of my life it’s always been you, I’ve always loved you…”

“But I haven’t always loved you…I…I don’t know what I was thinking dating you…I’m on to better things.”

“Wow… seriously? wow. Fuck you.” She spat.

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“Faree, please…please come over” Nicki said between sobs.

“Nicki? Nicki what happened?” Safaree asked sitting up in his bed and waking up out of his sleep. He read the clock on his nightstand 12:47am, it read.

“Just please hurry…” Nicki said before hanging up.

            Safaree lived in Brooklyn while Nicki lived in Queens so he hopped in his car and drove as fast as he could. He didn’t know what was wrong with Nicki but he didn’t wanna waste time trying to figure it out. Once Safaree arrived at Nicki’s apartment building he pressed the buzzer and Nicki buzzed him in in the quickest amount of time you’d think she was standing by the buzzer waiting for him to come. When Safaree got up to the 3^rd floor he knocked on Nicki’s door and it opened with a teary, red eyed Nicki. Safaree immediately brought her into a hug.

“What happened Nic?” Nicki laid her head on his chest and cried a little before answering him.

“He…he dumped me…just like that after everything I’ve given him, all the time I’ve spent all the shit I’ve put up with. I loved him…Faree I LOVED him…” Nicki barely was able to get out.

            The two stayed up talking well, mostly Safaree Nicki sobbed the whole time they were sitting outside on the fire escape long enough to see the sunrise. Nicki stayed cuddled in her best friend’s arms trying to forget previous events.

“Thank you…” a puffy eyed Nicki sat up and looked in Safaree’s eyes.

“You’re more than welcome…I’d do anything for you. I mean that shit.” He spoke.

            Nicki just turned around got up and climbed back in the window of her room, shut it and locked it before lying down in bed and shortly being out after.

            Kay, so let me explain a little something. Throughout the rest of this short story I’ll put in a couple of Flashbacks and Interludes just to fill in any gaps or questions. Obviously this Flashback isn’t finished but I don’t think I’ll finish any of them in one post, but the next one will just basically pick up where the other left off or it may start somewhere new but my goal is for there to be no questions so hopefully this one answered something. I’ll stop talking now, COMMENT!!!!