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...

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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!!!!

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Thinkin' Bout You Pt. 5

“It’s so pretty and quiet out here…” Nicki spoke as she and Drake walked across the beach early in the morning before Drake had to head to the studio.

“Well it’s 6:00, I don’t think many people are going to be awake…” Drake chuckled before he and Nicki took a seat where they were standing in the sand.

“Oh shutup…” Nicki said lying on Drake’s chest causing him to fall back in the sand.

“It’s so pretty out there” Drake said as he sat up on his hands and watched the sunrise.

“Softy…” Nicki joked as she sat up and looked at the sunrise also.

“Wow…it is pretty” Nicki said.

“Well, I think we should get going…I don’t have any security with me and we should get back home before we’re spotted.” Drake said standing up and helping Nicki up as well. They walked over to his Range and Nicki got in the front seat. Drake put his hands on the wheel and they rolled down Hollywood Blvd to Drake’s home.

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            They reached home and Nicki and Drake headed up the front steps. Nicki didn’t hesitate to head upstairs to their bed and pass out, they woke up early and headed to the beach for some quiet quality time outside of the house which didn’t happen often and Nicki wasn’t used to getting up all that early.

“Nic?” Drake called walking into their bedroom.

“Hmmm” Nicki said with her face buried in the pillows before sitting up. Drake chuckled at the sight of her black locks thrown all over the place.

“What’s so funny?” Nicki said sitting up.

“Your hair.” Drake pointed to her before walking into the bathroom. Nicki got up off the bed and followed him into the bathroom. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. She was barley reaching his shoulder.

“Why don’t you come to the studio with me? Since you’re awake…” Drake suggested.

“I thought you went to the studio really late at night? Why the sudden change?” Nicki asked before walking over to her side of the sink and brushing her hair in the mirror back into a ponytail.

“I do…but I wanna go early today and I want you to come with.” Drake said.

“I hope this isn’t because of what happened the other night cause…” Nicki said.

“You think I don’t want you here alone anymore? Pssh, crazy talk Nic. I just want you to come hang out” Drake lied.

“Aubrey Drake Graham, you’re lying to me…” Nicki said crossing her arms over her chest and looking up at Drake.

“Ok look…I’m not like…I don’t know…maybe I’m still a little paranoid but I still want you to come and keep me company” Drake said.

“Paranoid about what?!” Nicki shouted.

“It’s not about Safaree if that’s what you think, I just I don’t want to lose you…I feel like you’re gonna leave me we've been a little distant since what happened…”

“Because of what happened? Baby…I love you, that’s what’s keeping me here. So, get any thoughts of me leaving out of your head. I’d love to go to the studio with you, just not a 6:00 in the morning” Nicki laughed before walking out of the bathroom. Drake flicked off the light and followed behind her.

“Well…I’ll change the time, we can go tonight.” Drake said.

“You really think I’d leave you?” Nicki said stripping out of her clothes and crawling into bed.

“Yeah…I mean no, but I just wanna be safe.”

“This all plays a part in the trust thing Drake…I’m not going anywhere. So you can get those thought out of your head and join your girlfriend in bed.” Nicki said snuggling into the covers and laying her head on the pillows.

“You’re half naked under there…” Drake smirked.

“Down tiger…” Nicki said hiding under the covers.

Drake pounced on the bed and landed on top of Nicki he crawled under the blanket and pulled her close and started attempting to take her under clothes off.

“Can I hit it in the morning?” Drake said reciting a feature he did with J. Cole a year or so ago.

Nicki laughed. “Drake…aha…stop playing.” She was squirming around in the blanket.

“I SAID!” Drake shouted pulling Nicki on top of him and tightening his grip. She continued laughing.

“Can I hit it in the morning? Sun rising while you moaning…” Nicki smiled and winked. Drake took that as his cue to go.

“I didn’t say yes Aubrey!” Nicki said hitting his back.

“Too late!” Drake shouted as he finished undressing Nicki.

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            Some hours later Nicki woke up smiling. Nicki sat up pulling the covers off of her and headed downstairs in a big t-shirt with nothing under it. Drake was still asleep so she figured she’d make him a nice breakfast.

“Eggs…turkey bacon…grits…potatoes” Nicki said looking through the fridge and cabinets for ingredients. She sat them on the counter top and turned the stove on. She soon got started, she cooked the bacon first and went onto getting the grits ready she added water and sat them on the stove while she began cutting up the potatoes. While she was putting those in the pan along with cooking oil she heard Drake walking down the steps in boxers and a wife beater. She cracked the eggs and beat them up while looking over the ledge of the bar and seeing Drake walking into the kitchen.

“Please don’t tell me you’re naked under that shirt” Drake said rubbing his eyes. Nicki lifted up her shirt and showed her bare backside.

“Shit…” Drake said under his breath.

Nicki giggled. “Sit down Aubrey, I made breakfast”

“Good, I didn’t get anything to eat this morning” Drake smirked pulling Nicki close to him and picking her up and sitting her on the kitchen table.

“Draaaaake” Nicki shouted trying to squirm out of his grasp.

“What?” He said lifting up her t-shirt and laying her down on the table pulling her up to his mouth. He breathed on her spot and it made Nicki feel tingly.

“Stop!! Can we just eat breakfast? I’m hungry” Nicki said pouting.

“Fine…” Drake dropped her legs and she fell into his lap. Nicki pulled down her t-shirt before standing up and walking over to the counter to fix their plates.

            Drake took a bite of his food and looked up at Nicki. Nicki was too busy in her plate to notice him. When she did look up she caught him hurrying to look back down.

“What?” she asked taking a bite of her bacon.

“What girl turns down head?” Drake asked bluntly.

Nicki chuckled “I usually wouldn’t but I’m still a little sensitive down there from this morning” she pouted.

“Awww, my poor baby, should I kiss it? Make it better?” Drake said scrunching up his face and reaching under the table.

Nicki hit his hand. “Nice try, I know I taste good but zamn Drizzy can’t let you get the cookies whenever you want them” Nicki said getting up and putting her plate in this sink. Drake’s housekeeping would take care of them. Drake followed shortly behind her and put his in there. He trapped Nicki in a corner of the kitchen and started kissing her lips. Drake pulled away. “Wish I was kissing another set of lips right now, although those ones weren’t all that bad” Drake said before Nicki shoved him.

“You’re such a little freak…” Nicki said walking behind Drake up the steps to their bedroom.

“And you’re not?” Drake said looking back. Nicki gave him another shove in the door than on the bed before climbing on top of him.

“And so what if I am?” Nicki said before pecking his lips and trying to get up but only being pulled down by Drake. He went for it and started lifting Nicki’s t-shirt up once again.

“NO!” Nicki said quickly getting up and heading to the bathroom.

“Nic…that body is a tease alone.” Drake said following her and seeing her undress for her shower.

“Sucks babe” she said before doing a cute little dance and feeling down her thighs.

            Nicki turned on the shower water and stepped in. She closed her eyes and washed her body she felt another hand go over her back. She turned around and saw Drake standing behind her.

Nicki opened her eyes and turned around. “You just don’t give up do you? Hand me my shampoo behind you please.”

“I’m not gonna try anything, I just wanted to shower with my baby.” Drake said kissing her forehead and handing her, her shampoo.

            Nicki let the water hit her hair and it waved up. She washed it then got out. Drake stayed behind to finish washing himself up and he walked into the bedroom to find Nicki lotioning her legs in her robe on the edge of the bed.

“So you hiding my body from me?” Drake smirked.

“YOUR body? Oh…” Nicki said standing up and heading to her closet to find something to put on.

“Don’t get all dressed up Nic…there might be some niggas in the studio and you know how I feel about that.” Drake said lotioning up and putting on some briefs.

“Yesssssss Aubrey, I know” Nicki said pulling out a jean jacket, a graphic tee and crazy leggings. She topped of the look with black Doc. Martins. Nicki got dressed and stepped in front of the mirror.

“Whatever” she said in the mirror to herself. They still had a while until they’d go to the studio so she went and straightened and blow-dried her hair in the bathroom.

            While Nicki was straightening her hair Drake was getting dressed. He threw on an OVO shirt, sweats and Jordans – his usual studio get up. Once Nicki finished straightening her hair she had her long black locks pulled into a ponytail and her Chinese bang.

“Why you got leggings on tho…you know that ass Nic.” Drake said eyeing her.

“If your friends are really your friends they won’t bother looking at me like that especially around you.” Nicki said grabbing her bag off her dresser and heading downstairs to grab a water and some almonds to take with her.

“I don’t mean to be bossy sometimes Nic…what’s mine is mine.” Drake said.

“I know babe, I know you’re jealous.” Nicki said touching Drake’s stubble.

“I didn’t say I was jealous, I said what’s mine is mine.” Drake said grabbing his keys and holding the front door open for Nicki.

“Okay babe…” Nicki said walking out the front door.

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“Aye, 40!” Drake said dapping his producer.

“What’s up Drizz…hey Nicki” 40 said.

“Hi, Noah” Nicki said going over to hug him.

“Thought you said there would be a lot of people here Drake…” Nicki said.

“Oh, there will be babe.” Drake took a seat next to 40 and they looked through the computer pulling up different beats he had to work with. Just then Drake’s good friend CJ walked through and his other good friend Ryan not too far behind him. They took a seat on the couch next to Nicki after greeting her with a ‘hello’.

“Oh…so you’re too good to give me a hug now?” Nicki said joking with the two. They both stood up and gave her a hug before sitting back down and directing their attention to the beats booming through the studio. Drake sat there deep in thought writing.

“Babe…is that Aaliyah?” Nicki asked hearing a familiar voice.

“Yeah, I got a bunch of her unreleased music; I’ma you know put some of it out. I’ma record a verse I’m putting on a favorite of mine tonight” Drake replied.

“Oh, cool…” Nicki said slipping off her shoes and pulling her feet onto the couch she was on.

“So, what have you been up to Nicki?” Ryan asked.

“Nothing much…gonna start a job as an acting coach in Hollywood soon…”

“You act?” Ryan asked shocked. Nicki never talked about her acting life.

“Yep…all 4 years in high school” Nicki said dimple shrugging. As she did a few more of Drake’s friends entered.

“Aye, Nic!” she was surprised to see Wayne, Mac and Baby walk through the door.

She hadn’t seen them since the party and they were very fond of her.

“Oh my gosh, hi guys.” Nicki said starting to get up.

“Nah, we’ll come over there sit down big head.” Mac said.

“Aye, watch how you talk to my girl.” Drake defended before greeting them and going back to his pen and paper.

            Wayne and Mac came and sat next to Nicki so she had to scoot over. Drake was finished up his verse for the Aaliyah song he was working on so he went into the booth.

“So…how you and Drizzy?” Wayne asked.

“Good…why did something get out in the media or something?” Nicki asked.

“Nah, but now that means something was happening but you ain’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna it ain’t my business” Wayne said getting up and moving to the chair Drake was sitting in and lighting a blunt.

“Oh gosh…” Nicki said lying down on the couch putting her feet on Mac. She pulled out her iPhone and scrolled through instagram and snooped on pictures from her best friends to see what they were up to. She got a call from Safaree while she was doing this. She excused herself from the smoke filled room into the hallway.

“I’ll be back guys, not like you care.” Nicki said. Drake winked at her and she walked out.

“Hello?” Nicki answered.

“Hey Nic…just checking in on you…how are things with you and Drake?”

“We’re good…a lot better. Working on the trust thing but there’s progress” Nicki sighed.

“That’s good, just making sure you’re good…what are you doing?”

“Oh, just in the studio with Drake, Wayne, Mac, Birdman, and a few of Drake’s friends.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, how was your interview?” Nicki asked.

“Oh, it was good. I’ll get the call soon if not I didn’t get the job…”

“What was the interview for?” Nicki asked.

“Manager at that big footlocker in Manhattan…”

“Aw, that’s really good! I know you love shoes.” Nicki said.

“Yes, I’m ready to co-own that facility though, but baby steps…”

“Wow, I’m really proud of you Aree, good luck with everything. I’m gonna get back to Drake he hasn’t let me out of his sight long lately.” Nicki laughed.

“Um, okay…talk to you later Nic” Safaree said.

“Later Beezy”

            When Nicki walked back into the room she took her spot where she was seated before she left, until Drake called her over to him. He sat her on his lap.

“Not here babe.” Nicki whispered in his ear.

“Why…” Drake said moving his hands down to Nicki’s plump backside.

“You’re high and let’s not make a scene in front of your friends…okay?” Nicki said heading back over to her shoes and the couch she was seated in.

“She just shut it down…down…down…” Mac mocked using one of Drake’s lyrics from his first album on a song entitled ‘Shut It Down’.

“Man, shutup.” Drake said spinning around in his chair to face Nicki, Mac and Baby on the couch. Wayne passed him the blunt and he took a puff then looked in Nicki’s eyes. He could sense tension but he ignored it for now.

            Once Nicki and Drake reached home Nicki headed straight upstairs to shower the smell of weed off her and get comfortable and go to sleep. She had a bit of and attitude and Drake stopped her when she got out of the shower heading back into the bedroom.

“Move” she said simply.

“What’s fucking wrong with you?”

“You’re high, and I don’t really wanna start an argument right now.” Nicki said grabbing PJ’s out of her dresser and the lotion from on top.

“What does me being high have to do with your attitude?” Drake asked.

“Really? You don’t remember how I told you I don’t care if you smoke, even though I hate it. Just don’t do it around me, and the shit you pulled in the studio won’t fly with me again, know that.” Nicki said lotioning her legs.

“Fuck are you talking about?”

“Practically saying ‘fuck you’ by blowing smoke right in my direction while staring at me. Real mature Aubrey.”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal Nic…seriously” Drake said.

“Save it.” Nicki said putting her hand in his face.

            Nicki was upset because Drake knew how much she hated drugs, she loved Drake enough to except the fact that he did them but she made it clear that she didn’t want it flaunted in front of her just out of respect. She felt as though Drake pulled a little stunt tonight so she wasn’t having it.

“Look…I’m sorry, I truly am. If I wasn’t I would’ve stopped talking by now” Drake said.

“Drake, sorry isn’t gonna fix how inconsiderate you were. I’ma let it go tho…Goodnight. Shower before you get in these clean sheets smelling like weed too please” Nicki said crawling under the blankets and shutting her eyes.

“Love me?” Drake asked before walking into his bathroom.

“Yes, I love you Aubrey. Good fucking night” Nicki said.

Nic Maraj - FUll.

            I remember it like it was just yesterday…I was walking down the street to the subway in Manhattan spitting a 16 to CJ, I had dreams of being a rapper someday. But, he never got to hear the rest because I got distracted by this girl who bumped into me. She seemed like she was in a rush running down the steps to catch the Q train to Flatbush. On the way she seemed to have dropped something that looked like a notebook. So, I picked it up and I ain’t really wanna look through it so I read the cover, it read: Nic Maraj. I was guessing that was her name. I then tried running after her. I looked around the platform and saw her rushing onto the train, so I darted in there after her. I looked around and there wasn’t a seat in sight. Good thing the next stop she didn’t get off I looked around the subway and found her, I stood in front of her and she looked up at me with the rudest expression on her face. Then she spoke:

“What do you want?” She said looking up at me then looking back down.

“You dropped something outside…” I replied, she started going through all her stuff searching for what I had.

“Give it back.” She simply stated in a tone neither nice nor rude.

“Ouch…I’d be nice to someone who had something of yours that’s been nothing but nice to you…”

“I don’t even know you…so give me my book back and we can get on with our lives” I didn’t want this to be the last time I saw her so the train stopped at the next stop, I slipped her my number and ran off just in time for the door to close. I called up CJ and let him know what just went down, I left him in Manhattan and I was now one stop before Flatbush. I hopped right back on the Manhattan bound train to get him.

            I remember getting a call as soon as I got home so I figured this little book was important, I still hadn’t opened it yet. Our conversation was pretty straight forward:

“It’s the girl from the train, I need my book and I’d like it ASAP please”

“Can I get your name first”

“My name is Onika but everyone calls me Nicki, anything else?”

“Well, my name is Aubrey but I go by Drake, thanks for asking.”

“Isn’t that a girl’s name…?”

“No, it’s unisex thank you. But here’s how you’ll get your book back”

“Black mail? Oh wow, what are we 14?”

“Why are you so angry, what’s so important about this book?”

“If you MUST know Aubrey, it’s my raps”

“You write and rap? Wow, so do I. We’ve got something in common”

We were in silence for quite a while when she spoke again...

“So…what do you want from me? A quick hit? Cause I’m not like that. Money? Don’t have much of that”

“It’s not even like that…I wanna get to you know, know you better…”

“For what, I’m nothing special at all really, my life is in shambles, it’s always been in shambles”

“Can we…can we just talk? Hang out somewhere? Then I’ll give you your book back”

“Fine…times, place, when and where?”

“…I don’t know, we can go to wherever you’d feel most comfortable”

“Do you like west Indian foods…?”

“If you do, I do. We’ll meet on the subway at the stop?”

“It’s a spot I go to in Queens, just get off the train at the stop I’ll be outside”

“When are we doing this?”

“Tomorrow…I don’t have to work so we’ll do it tomorrow”

“So…we walking to this place?”

“No, I have a car we’ll take. See you then Aubrey.” *click*

I called her back, she hadn’t told me the time and she called me Aubrey, I figured on purpose.

“Yes, Drake?” – I guess not.

“You didn’t say a time…”

“7:00 get on the subway to Queens, be outside around 8”

“Oh…okay”

            I was looking forward to seeing her…she seemed like my ideal type of girl…I don’t know how that was possible without me even knowing her yet. But I wanted to get to know her and keep getting to know her…

The Next Day.

            I got off the subway and walked up the steps with her book in hand. I hadn’t read it yet, I was holding off. I’d get her to show me what was in the book tonight. Surprisingly, she greeted me as I walked over to her car.

“Get in” she said…so maybe it wasn’t the warmest greeting but at least she spoke.

“Hi to you too” I replied looking over at her. She had on bamboo earrings and black straight hair with a snap back on. She was wearing a tight fitted t-shirt and I couldn’t help but direct my attention to her plump…breast. I worked my eyes down to her ripped blue jeans then to her air maxes on her feet. When I looked up she was staring at me.

“What are you looking at…?” She started laughing, the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard…she seemed to be warming up.

“You’re gorgeous…” I said looking into her eyes, which soon pulled me into a stare.

“Uh…um, thank you” She said smiling and starting the car up…

“You’re welcome…”

‘Well…we should get going?” she said driving off.

            Once we arrived at the food place we went inside and ordered, we had to wait about 10mins for everything to get prepared then we took it to her house in the South-Side of Queens.

            Nicki flicked on the lights of a very tiny apartment fit for just her, paintings scattered around, A.C. blasting she kicked off her shoes and threw her keys on the table. I wasn’t expecting to come to her house but I didn’t complain. She went back into what I guess was her room for a second and came out changed. She had her hair up in a ponytail and pajama pants along with a white t shirt, she didn’t seem to be wearing a bra because I could see her…never mind. She plopped down on the couch I had sat on next to me and grabbed her food and dug in. So I did the same. The girl could eat! She was beginning to be more and more perfect…

            She finished eating and ran to grab a napkin she handed me one wiped her mouth and put her leftovers in her fridge.

“So…what exactly do you wanna talk about?”

“I just wanna get to know you better…I don’t have very many female friends and I like something about you…” I started the conversation and we sat there and talked about each other for hours. I almost forgot I actually came to give her the book.

“So…let’s talk about this” I said pulling the book out of this bag I was carrying.

“Geez, what about it?” She asked.

“What’s in it?” I asked. She just shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s…it’s my book of raps…I write…I already told you that” she said.

“So, you rap and you write your own stuff?” I said still holding the book, I was afraid that she’d take it away if I gave it back to her, and kick me out.

“Let me see, she said holding her hand out for the book” I stared at her and  I think she got what I was trying to say by doing that because she gave me a glare
.

“I’m not gonna take it and kick you out Aubrey.” So I handed her the book and she started spitting stuff to me.

“They call me Nicholas

Style defined as ridiculous

I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden

#1 draft, I'm New York's pick

& I don't lose like them dudes

On the New York Knicks

(Check it)

I'm overseas rockin' hella capris

I'm in the West Indies eatin' delicacies

I tell 'em, they want Kane like Erica? Please

Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy

These broke rappers always rappin' bout a pink truck

I'm only happy when I'm hoppin' out the Brinks truck

And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence

I goes in on a fucker like an entrance

These old bitches better change they dentures

When I get in the game they gon' play the benches

Fuck your friendship, pay attention

Bitch get at me, I'mma pay my henchmen”

            I was in awe…my dream girl was sitting right across from me. I was just staring, she stopped.

“I’ve…I’ve got 2 more verses for that one I’m working on it though…”

“That was dope as fuck Nicki” She started blushing.

“Spit me something…” Oh shit, I was pretty good with freestyles but I wanted it to be perfect like hers.

“Freestyle?” I asked hoping she’d say no.

“No…since I didn’t do a freestyle…you got something written down?” I reached in my back pocket and found the piece of paper I had been writing for a while. It never let my jean pocket while it was in the wash or the dryer so I don’t know what the hell the words looked like, but I pulled it out and started.

“Lately I don't know about the friends that I hang with

I'm nervous round my boys, it depends on their anguish

Depends on if they saving all the tops on pepsi

With dreams of seeing girls topless on jet skis

Depends on what they do to achieve that

Robbing r&b singers, 'specially if they know where the keys at

'specially if they know where they girl live

Get the info, leave with ya money man, thats how the world is

Thats how niggas puttin they dirt down

Streets are seedy I call em sesame

Its earnie and bert's town

'specially when these young'ns get turned down for work opportunities

Next week same place'll get burnt down

Coincidink? not likely not a chance

How can we be so aware of these problems and not advance?

At least start put a bid in, its hard just to fit in

A lot of people only play they part when they spittin

But I don't think that they understood

They using this darkness for penetration in the hood

I took the ivory way in and yes I'm glad that keenan could

Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning good good good”

“Whoa…that’s dope I guess” she smirked, hinting that she thought hers was better.

“I really like hanging out with you Nicki…” I started.

“This is our first time…but yeah, you’re cool and turned out not to be a freaking creep.” She smiled; she had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

“Well…I better get going”

“It’s 11:00 at night Drake…”

“Well…I’ma a big boy, I’ll be fine Nicki, thanks though”

“That’s not why I said it…but you’re more than welcome to stay until morning…”

“Okay…if, if you’re comfortable” I said being sure.

“It’s fine, I’ll get you some blankets then I’m going to bed…we can do more spitting in the morning…” She brought the blankets out and I laid there on her couch. Never would I have thought this would be happening…she warmed up so quickly, we had a connection already and I was confused as to how but I liked it.

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            When I woke up Nicki was in her kitchen cooking breakfast and blasting reggae. I walked into the kitchen and saw her dancing while flipping bacon. She didn’t notice me there but when she looked up and saw me she smiled.

“Sorry, I loveeeeee reggae” she said putting bacon on the two plates sitting before her.

“Same here…” I said sitting at her kitchen table which only consisted of 2 chairs so I guess she didn’t have people over for meals often. I looked at the table and her book of raps lie there, so I picked it up and started looking through it, she glared at me but didn’t stop me.

“Why must you be so nosey?” She asked before grabbing the plates and sitting mine before me and sitting down and pulling hers closer to her.

            I looked all the way to the front and looked at her first couple of raps, I went to page 4 and laid it down and started reading it she glanced over and looked at what I was reading her eyes grew wide.

“Is this a bad one…or?” I asked. She shook her head yes.

“It’s just reallllllllly bad; it was one of my first so yeah…” she said taking a bite of her eggs.

            I read it out loud:

“I must confess,

I love you like dudes love breasts

They just mad ‘cause when I choose, I choose the best

I never settle for less,

I must say you got impeccable taste

Flossy, bossy, got a hell of a face

And you? You take the cake

The sex is insane

that’s why I take the pain

And when we finish, watch some Major Payne

With stupid as Damon Wayans

Who in love like us?

That’s why I get out the coupe

And squeeze like 2

Niggas disrespect again

I’ll breathe back through

You know I can’t control my temper

Get buck for you

Fuck with who? Nigga I fucks with you…”

           

“Okay…okay stop reading I hate that rap.” She started giggling and hiding her face in embarrassment.

“This isn’t bad for it being your first attempt to be like ‘hey, I’m gonna do this’ It’s really not…” I reassured her before taking her hands from her face and staring into her eyes once again, wondering if I should make the move…I did it, I kissed her lips and pulled away she broke into a smile.

“I…I think I’ll wash the dishes really quick…get in the shower and all that and I can drive you to the subway…” she said before hoping up and taking our plates to the sink.

“Oh…okay, sounds good, I’ll just be over here” I said pointing to the living room before heading back over there. 10mins later Nicki was walking into her room and walking back out with a towel and into her bathroom.

            15 mins later Nicki was walking into her bedroom wrapped in the pink towel she carried in her hand out of her room prior to her shower. She smiled at me and locked her door. 10mins later she walked out of her bedroom in some khaki colored pants and a tank top and the same bamboos from yesterday.

“Ready to go Drizz?” she asked me, I was confused by the name but I didn’t say anything, but she could tell by my face.

“Oh…yeah I’m gonna call you that now, it’s short for Drizzy…I’ll tell you why that’s your nickname in the near future”

So that meant we would see each other again. I didn’t wanna burst with excitement too soon so I just smiled and spoke:

“I’ll be looking forward to that…”

            Once we were at the subway station she walked me down the steps and stood behind the entrance.

“Hope this won’t be the last I see of you Nic Maraj” she smirked at me using the name she used as her rapping name.

“We’ve got eachother’s numbers…I’m sure you won’t leave me alone” she joked.

“You got mad jokes on the other side Nic!” I shouted to her she smiled.

“What…ever Drake” she said before turning around and starting to walk away. But I shouted after her.

“Hey! I’m serious, I’d love to see or hear from you again…”

“It won’t be…talk to you soon”

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            CJ, Noah and I sat my mom’s basement playing video games when I received a call. It had been a week since I was at Nicki’s. I was happy to hear from her, I wasn’t planning on calling her so soon because I didn’t wanna seem clingy. I excused himself and walked into my bedroom.

“Hello?” Nicki’s voice chimed through the phone.

“Hey, good hearing from you…”

“Yeah…I thought you would’ve called me by now” she giggled.

“I didn’t wanna seem…ya know, clingy” I smiled, knowing she couldn’t see it.

“So…what’s up?” She asked changing the subject.

“Not much, at my place with my friends…” I hadn’t told Nicki much about myself well, I told her enough but I left out a lot of major details like the fact that I lived in Toronto…in my mother’s basement.

“Let’s hangout sometime soon!” Great…guess now would be a good time to tell her I was only in NY for that week for my father’s show…

“Nicki…I have something I should probably tell you…” I trailed off.

“What is it?” she asked hesitantly.

“I don’t live in New York…I live in Canada and I was only there for a week while my father was there doing a couple shows then he flew me back here and…” I started before getting cut off.

“So…you don’t live here but you made an effort to get to know me before you up and leave?” She asked sternly.

“It’s not like we’ll never see each other again Nicki…”

“How am I supposed to get up to Toronto to see you? How are you supposed to get down here to NY to see me?”

“Nicki…I really don’t wanna lose you…we were beginning to be such great friends…and I just, I’ll figure something out…we’ll see each other again”

“Oh, whatever Drake, better hurry up because you’ve kinda just lost me” she said before hanging up the phone.

Nicki

            Drake and I were starting such a great friendship…I looked at him as like a little brother since he was a tad younger than I was…but that nigga just decided to leave out a major detail…WE’D ONLY BE FRIENDS FOR A WEEK! I mean maybe I’m over exaggerating…we could still be friends but that’d be a week ass friendship. I don’t even have a fucking passport yet to get to Canada so how does he expect this to happen properly.

“Nicki open up, it’s Candice” I walked over to my front door and opened it
.

“What’s up Candi?” I asked her acting like there wasn’t bullshit racking my brain.

“What’s wrong?” She asked always knowing when I had stuff on my mind.

“Nothing…I asked you what’s up, so what’s up?”

“I’m good…you seem like you’ve got shit on your mind so spill.” She said plopping down on my couch.

“Nothing…well, okay, you know that boy I met, Drake? Well turns out he wasn’t here for like good he lives in Canada…”

“You mean the boy who eased his way into that book that you never let anyone else see?” she said squinting.

“Well…yeah him, he said he’d fly here and I’d fly there every once in a while, but he’s doing way too much for a friendship…”

“Maybe he likes you Nic…” she said smiling.

“No, stop I doubt it…I mean I’m not spending money on flights to Canada to see a “friend” that I barely even know much about…”

“It could be a good experience…”

“I don’t have the M O N E Y, Red Lobster waitressing only pays but so much…I’ll pass. I’ll just focus on jump starting my raping career, because that’s…that’s what I wanna do”

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3 Years Later

“Now Nic, I really want you to consider signing this thing, I’d love to have you in the group and on the label…” Lil Wayne said handing Nicki a contract in a folder that was labeled YMCMB in red letters. The two walked onto Wayne’s tour bus from his show on his I Am Music Tour and headed to the hotel.

“I will Wayne…just give me some time, I’d be honored to be in the group but I wanna think a little…”

“You might as well sign the shit now…you already rep us like you wit us forreal”

“Oh shutup” Nicki said pushing Wayne and having a seat next to Mack Maine.

“Hey Mack” Nicki said smiling up at him.

“Fuck you smiling for Barbie?” Mack said laughing.

“Y’all niggas stay playing with me…” Nicki said crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

“Like you playing with that contract and not signing the shit?” Mack said laughing again.

“You know what…when are we gonna be at this hotel Wayne?”

“Like another five minutes, I’on fuckin know” He said taking a sip from his Styrofoam cup and laughing.

            When they reached the hotel Nicki grabbed her bag and headed inside to the front desk where Wayne handed out keys to everyone. He told them at tomorrow’s show a guy by the name of Drake would be joining them; he was getting stuff in place first. He also told them another little boy a little older than Lil Chuckee would be in the group too, just not participating on the tour by the name of Lil Twist. Nicki got a room alone and Chuckee roomed with a guy by the name of Tyga.

“Well, I don’t know about you niggas but I’m tired Nicki said waving off and heading for the elevator” She was tired and also kind of worried. She hadn’t heard the name Drake in years…since she had stopped contacting him all together. She headed up to her room, bathed and laid in bed.

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“Morning team” Wayne’s raspy voice projected in the bus as they all gathered in in destination for their next tour stop. Drake would be joining them before the headed off onto the highway.

“Morning” They all said in unison. Just as the all spoke and Wayne took his attention off them there was a knock at the door, all the voices quieted. Nicki’s heart started beating faster and faster. What if that’s Drake? How will he react when he sees me? How will I react when I see him? How is this all gonna work out smoothly? What if he hates my guts? What if he doesn’t even remember who I am? Questions began flooding her mind.

            Nicki glanced down at her blackberry and texted her best friend Safaree to distract her from what was going on before her. Just as she glanced up she heard the door open and Drake walked through, immediately locking a stare upon her.

“Nicki?” he shouted. “Shit” Nicki said under her breath.

“Nicki Maraj?” Drake said saying her name again before stepping closer to her. By now the whole bus was interested in what was going to take place.

“Hi…um, hi Drake” Nicki spoke shockingly.

“Wow…thought I’d never see you again…considering you cut me off completely…”

“We…we don’t have to talk about this right now, I’d rather not talk about this right now…”

“Aight…aight….” Drake said before walking back to the back of the bus to set his bags down.

“Wait…who the hell is Nicki Maraj? I coulda swore Wayne told us your name was Nicki MINAJ” Chuckee spoke matter-of-factly. Mack smacked him upside his head.

“MACK!” Nicki shouted when she saw him.

“It’s alright…my real name is Onika Maraj aka Nicki Maraj. I’ve already told you guys this…I changed my rapping name to Minaj to catch attention a few years back…” Nicki explained.

“I just thought you liked girls or some shit” Chuckee said shrugging and getting smacked again by Mack. Streetz and Tyga broke out in laughter. Wayne was speaking with Drake in the back.

“Yo…how you know Nic?” He asked.

“I was in NY with my dad a few years back…I ran into her and I made and effort to you know, be her friend or whatever. But I ended up leaving and heading back to T-Dot and I didn’t tell her nor did I tell her that I didn’t live in New York…she didn’t take it well because I made such an effort to be her friend then I up and left”

“That’s some complicated shit…y’all gotta find time to talk that out, don’t want it to affect anyone you know…” Wayne said.

“Yeah…I understand…nice seeing you again though” Drake said dapping and hugging Wayne.

“Yeah same…let’s get this motherfucker moving though, niggas got a show to get to tomorrow in my hometown!” Wayne shouted walking to the front of the bus. Drake followed behind him shortly and sat next to Gudda who was a human wall between him and Nicki who was talking to Gudda as Drake arrived next to them.

“Yo…y’all could be brothers and sisters, you know that?” Jae called from the other side of the bus at Gudda and Nicki.

“Oh word?” Nicki said looking at Millz than back at Gudda. Staring him in the face examining the features, then Gudda spoke. “Yo, we twins or some shit Nic.”

“I’ve always wanted a twin brother” Nicki joked. Drake laughed which let everyone know he was there. So, Streetz spoke up.

“Yo, yellow skin. What’s good with you and Barbie?” Drake seemed to be disturbed a little by the question. He sat there for a second.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” Nicki said chiming in.

“Y’all little whatever it was earlier when Drizzy walked on the bus” Nicki smiled at the name Drizzy. She gave me a while ago…he actually kept it a consistent name.

“See girly over there smiling” Mack said.

“I’m not smiling because anything happened between us because nothing did and if something did it wouldn’t be your business anyways now would it be?” Nicki said getting smart and smiling.

“Y’all hella nosey, if you must know Nic and I were friends a while back. She cut me off though”

“I did not fucking cut you off! You didn’t tell me you lived all the way in Toronto before making and effort to get close to me.”

“I didn’t think it was a big detail in the beginning Nicki…”

“Oh…ya didn’t Drake?” Nicki said getting irritated.

“We have many ways to keep in touch when we’re long distance”

“We aren’t in a freaking relationship! Why should I?”

“Well if you were so mad about us not being friends you should’ve kept in touch!” Drake barked.

“Oh, what the fuck ever Drake, you could’ve UGHHH” Nicki said before getting up and walking off the bus. Luckily they were at a rest stop. She walked outside and called TT, one of her best friends.

“What’s up Nic?” Tyesha’s voice boomed through the phone.

“I don’t…I don’t know…” Nicki said before she began speaking fast and ranting into the phone.

“Onika…hold up…what’s going on?” Tyesha said.

“So, you know how I’m on tour with Lil Wayne and Young Money or whatever? Guess who is here?” Nicki started.

“Drake is here! Like of all the places in the world how did he end up with me?”

“Drake, Drake? Ya boo thing from a few years back, Drake?” Tyesha asked
 shockingly.

“Yeah…and he’s wasn’t nor will he ever be my ‘boo thing’” Nicki said.

“Well…you guys need to go talk that stuff out cause you had a good friendship…too good to let go” Tyesha said.

“You’re so good at telling me the truth when it’s not what I wanna hear…”

“Love you Nic” Tyesha laughed.

“Love you too, bye” Nicki said.

            Nicki walked back onto the bus and grabbed her salad out of the fridge and sat down in the booth that was accompanied by a table. Little did she know all eyes were on her.

“What…” she spoke taking a forkful of lettuce to the mouth.

“Nothing…nothing” The boys said going back to what they were previously doing.

“Right…” Nicki said looking up and locking eyes with Drake.

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            The team shortly arrived at the W hotel in New Orleans where they’d stay for the night until the show the next day. Wayne’s manager headed to the front desk and got the room keys, he brought them back out and handed them out to everyone. Everyone got their own room except Chuckee who had to room with Drake this time and Shanell who roomed with Nicki this time. They headed inside the hotel and up to their rooms, each were on the same floor which made things easier.

            Nicki and Shanell were on their way to their room. They reached the door and Nicki slid in the key and turned the knob she sat her things down and plopped on the bed. Shanell turned on the TV and they started getting settled.

Shanell was heading to take a shower and asked Nicki something.

“Hey, Nic, do you mind going to get some ice from the machine while I shower?” she asked.

“No, of course” Nicki grabbed the ice container and headed out the door grabbing a key.

            Nicki was walking down the hallway when she turned the corner for the ice machine and saw Drake walking out of his room. He saw her too and started walking towards her.

“Oh great.” Nicki said to herself and attempted to turn around but Drake grabbed her arm.

“Nicki wait…” He started.

“What Drake?” Nicki asked.

“Can we just talk? Come here.” Drake said pulling Nicki gently into a near housekeeping closet. He turned on the light and locked the door.

“What do you want, what do we possibly need to talk about?” Nicki asked rudely.

“Us…” Drake started, looking into her eyes.

“What do you mean US? There is no “US”, we were friends. Not all friendships work out, what do we need to talk about?” Nicki asked irritated.

“We didn’t end on good terms…I want us to be cool since we’ll be label mates…I think we can be good friends again, ya know? I really didn’t think I’d hurt you by leaving back then.” Drake said.

“Go on…”

“Uh…and you didn’t seem like you were into the same thing I wanted out of the relationship so I didn’t think it’d matter to you if I left and didn’t tell you, or if I told you I lived in Toronto…”

“What do you mean the same things out of the ‘relationship’? Sex? I thought I told you, you’d never get that from me” Nicki said crossing her arms across her chest.

“No…no…no, definitely not that. Ugh, I didn’t wanna say this but, I wanted to be with you girl…ever since I first laid eyes on you. That’s why I made such an effort to be friends…” Drake said being more and more vulnerable by the second.

“What bullshit that is Drake.” Nicki said trying to walk out of the closet.

“But I’m telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Please, I don’t wanna lose you again. I mean we don’t have to be a couple I get that, I don’t mind but…I at least wanna be on good terms…I don’t wanna work with someone that doesn’t want anything to do with me, it’s be awkward. I’m sorry for everything.” Drake said.

Nicki let down her guard and stopped being so stubborn and spoke. “Okay Drake, I forgive you. And yes, we can be friends.”

“Seriously?” Drake beamed.

“Yes…now goodnight” Nicki said turning to leave the closet. Drake sat that for a while thinking. She doesn’t wanna be with me but she’ll be friends…this is a good start.