(P.S. The beginning of this chapter starts back at the moment when Forty spoke to Nick n the hallway. It's sorta showing the relationship btwn him nd Drake nd wut else happened after Nicki left his room.)
When Forty arrived at Drake's room, he knocked on the door, but didn't get an answer. He remembered he had a spare room key and let himself in.
"Drake! You sleep man? Wake yo ass up!" Forty said as he saw Drake sprawled out on his bed. "How the hell did you get in here? I swear if I wanted you to come in, I woulda opened the door." "Whoa!" Forty laughed, "What's with the attitude bruh?"
"My bad man..." Drake sighed, sitting up. "I'm just not in a good mood right now."
"Nigga?! You just had Nicki Minaj in your room!" Forty said with wide eyes as he sat on the couch by the window on the far side of the room.
"How the hell could you be in a bad mood?!"
"And? We didn't do anything."
"But you wanted too!"
"Look..." Drake began to explain.
"Hold up... If y'all ain't do shit, what the fuck was she in here for??" Drake looked at Forty with a 'are you serious right now?!' expression on his face. "Forty, it ain't like that with me and Nick... it prolly won't ever be." Drake said.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well... I kinda have a thing for her..."
"Nicki?! Phat ass Nicki?!" Forty said, sitting up on the edge of the couch.
"Hey hey, watch your mouth nigga. Nicki is more than just a phat ass!"
"My bad bruh... so when was you gonna tell me this?"
"I just did." Drake said with a chuckle. Forty had the 'dick look' and Drake went on to explain.
"Well anyway, the bottom line is I told her how I felt and she doesn't feel the same way. Now I feel like shit."
"Damn son... that's tough... well shorty don't know what she missin. Forget about her, you don't need that anyway."
"I can't..." Forty was trying to console his childhood friend, but it wasn't working. Drake started to feel even worse now that he openly spoke about the situation. Forty suggested they play Madden 2K11 for a while so they did. As they played, hours passed and it started getting late. Drake decided they call it a night. "You just mad I was whippin ya ass!"
"Haha, whatever nigga. Get out." Drake said in a joking manner. They dapped up and Forty walked to the door. "Keep ya head up bruh, don't let her bring you down." Drake nodded as Forty left. It was already 12:47 in the night so Drake decided to watch the fight until he fell asleep.
Nicki, on the other hand, was tossing and turning in her sleep. She couldn't get Drake out of her mind. He was all she could think about after she left his room. Nicki knew the only way to put her mind at ease was to tell him. But how? And when? She had to leave early in the morning to catch her flight. She and Wayne had to go to Canada to finish up the tour. Nicki didn't want to wait to tell Drake how she felt because she knew with their crazy schedules, she didn't know when they would see each other again. Nicki knew if she waited, she would be distracted with Drake on her mind and not 100% focused on her work. It was now 2:33 AM and Nicki was wide awake. She set her alarm to wake her up at 3:30, but instead of going back to sleep, she stayed awake. Nicki showered and packed her bags then set them by the door. It was now 4:06 AM so Nicki had a little less than an hour to herself. She had to be at the clearport by 5:00 AM. Nicki called Safaree to wake him up.
"What. The hell Nicki?" He said in a sleepy voice.
"Get up Safaree. It's like 4 somethin, you should be up anyway." SB wiped the sleep from his eyes and sat up in bed. " *yawn* Ard, I'm up." He said stretching. "Gimme about 20 minutes and I'll be up there. Then we can leave so we don't hit traffic."
"No, take your time. I have something to take care of first."
"Take care of?" Safaree asked with a puzzled face. This was unlike Nicki. She hated having to rush for anything. So for her to say take your time at the last minute surprised Safaree.
"Yea, um... I'll tell you later. When you finish just take my luggage to the lobby and wait for me there."
"Ard Nick." After they hung up, Nicki checked the room one last time to make sure she had all her things. She cut the lights out, leaving only the lamp on for SB when he came to pick up her things, grabbed her purse and closed the door behind her. The hallways were deserted. Nicki seemed to be the only person awake. While on the elevator, Nicki started to have second thoughts. She wasn't sure if she was moving too fast with her decision to tell Drake how she felt. The elevator stopped at the eighth floor, where Drake's room was, and the doors opened. Nicki stared into the empty hallway, her feet were failing to take the first step. She watched as the doors slowly began to close. "Hold it!" A voice yelled out running towards the elevator. It was an older gentleman with a briefcase and graying hair. Nicki smiled and held the door for him. As he boarded the lift, she stepped off. Nicki couldn't let her fears and insecurities get the best of her so she headed to Drake's room. Her heart pounded with every step she took. She could hear it beating louder the closer she got to his door. *knock, knock, knock.* Silence. *knock, knock, knock.* No answer. *KNOCK, KNOCK KNO--* Drake answered the door in his black Calvin Klein briefs.
"What are you doing here?" He said with his eyes half closed. He was squinting from the lights in the hallway. It sounded like he was angry, but he wasn't. His voice was just a little groggy from him being asleep.
"Drake, um... I don't mean to keep stopping by your room unannounced, but I just need to let you know something."
"Come in." He said, closing the door behind her. It was pitch black dark in his room so he turned on one of the lamps by the desk. "So what's up?" He asked going over to sit on his bed. "Oh wait *yawn* if this is about earlier I--"
"Yea, it is actually. Um before I go on, what did you wanna say?" She said as she sat on the couch. "Oh, I was just sayin I didn't mean to catch you off guard like that. I sensed that I made you uncomfortable."
"Haha, yea... It was kind of out of the blue." She giggled. "But Drake..." She said looking at him. "Yea?" Nicki started to get butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know exactly how she wanted to tell him. Nicki looked at Drake biting her lip out of nervousness. "You ok Nick?"
"Oh God Drake. I feel so stupid."
"Stupid? No, you're not stupid Nicki." He said going to sit next to her on the couch. Drake had a worried look in his eyes. "Tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you."
"I know you are. Which is why I felt... feel bad for having walked out on you earlier." She said to him, both of them staring into each other's eyes. "Drake?" Nicki said softly. "Yea?"
"I can't... I just can't explain this... how I... What I'm trying to say is..." Nicki leaned in to kiss Drake. She held his face in both her hands as their lips locked. Drake pulled back, he pulled her hands away from his face and held her wrists in mid-air looking at her in surprise. "Wait... WHAT?! Nicki?! Are you... are you drunk???" Nicki looked hurt.
"No Drake! I'm not drunk! I'm not tipsy, I'm not intoxicated, not at all high!" She said shaking her head. "I like you Drake. That's what I came over here to tell you before I left." Drake let go off her wrists. "Oh, Nicki... You don't have to do that."
"Do what?" Nicki asked, confussed.
"What you're doing now. Just because I told you how I felt about you doesn't mean you have to... have to settle. You made it clear you didn't feel the same way and I respect that."
"But Drake? I'm not. I truly do feel this way. I'm not settling, I don't have to. I like you Drake. I HAVE feelings for you. I just... I just didn't know how to tell you."
"YES! I'm being completely truthful with you Drake!" A huge grin spread across Drake's face.
"Damn Nicki, you sure do know how to make a nigga blush." They both smiled at each other. "So what does this mean?" He asked.
"Well... I don't know, I just wanted to tell you before I left for Canada 'cause I didn't know when I'd see you again."
"Oh, well since we both have feelings for each other.." He started to say in a playful tone. "...then maybe we could uuh... you know? Break out the label maker?" He said with a smile.
"The label maker??" Nicki asked in confussion.
"Yea, I wanna make you mine. Call you my girlfriend.. I'm ya boyfriend?" Nicki busted out in laughter. "Hahahahahahahaa! The label maker though?! You are soo fucking corny Drake!"
"I'm serious though."
"Hahaha, I know you are, but we haven't even dated yet."
"How about this... since we're not quite ready for all the labels and titles just yet, we can get to know each other a bit more and see where this goes?"
"Sounds good to me." Drake said with a smile.
"Okaaay, so it's official! We're dating!" Nicki grinned. They leaned in to hug each other then Nicki stood up. "Aren't you gonna walk me to the door?" She asked with a smile.
"Drake?!" She gasped with wide eyes. "You're getting off to a bad start already sir!" She smiled. "I'm just playin wit'chu girl." He said standing up. Drake walked her to the door. "Call me when you land. I wanna know that you made it safely."
"I will." The two parted with a peck on the lips and Nicki grinned her way down to the lobby. SB was sitting on one of the lobby sofa's near Nicki's luggage, playing Angry Birds on his cell. He looked up when Nick approached him, doing a double take.
"Why the hell do you look so damn happy? It's 4:32 in the morning."
"*happy sigh* No reason." She said shaking her head with a smile.
"Looks like somebody had toooo much coffee." Safaree said. Nicki stopped grinning and looked at SB with the 'really dude? -_-' face. "You know damn well I don't drink coffee you goofball." "There she is." Safaree said with a half smile. Nicki scoffed at him then she grabbed one of her suitcases and followed SB out to the SUV that was parked outside waiting to drive them to the clearport. The bell boys' loaded her luggage into the trunk and Nicki was off to catch her flight.