Drake slowly made his way to the elevator after Nicki had rushed off. He waited for the next one so he wouldn't have to see her again. It would have been awkward riding in the elevator with her after she had run off trying to avoid any further communication with him. After Drake arrived to his room, he kicked off his shoes then decided to take a shower. He thought the warm water running over his body would soothe him, putting his mind at ease. He stripped down to his birthday suit and stepped into the shower. Everything was so quiet and tranquil, but yet so loud. Drake's thoughts broke the silence. Images of Nicki raced through his mind. Drake wanted her so bad, but he knew he couldn't have her. It was like life was teasing him, dangling a beautiful, carmel coated candy before him and he was the little kid too small to reach it. Nicki was not within Drake's grasp. After he showered, he wrapped himself in a black towel at his waist. Then he walked to the closet looking for something to wear. While looking for an outfit, he heard a faint knock at the door. The knock was so faint, it seemed as if the person knocking had began to regret their decision. Drake went over to the door and cracked it open to see who it was. Nicki stood there in sweats and fuzzy, pink slippers.
"Hey, um... can I come in? We need to talk." Drake stepped aside to let her in.
"Oh! I'm sorry," She said shielding her face.
"I didn't notice you were getting dressed. I'll come back later."
"No, you good. Um, just have a seat. Gimme a minute." Nicki walked over to the radio and turned it on. Houstatlantavegas started playing...
~ ....You go get fucked up and we just show up at ya rescue,
Carry you inside, get you some water and undress you,
I give you my all and the next morning you'll forget who or why or how or when
Tonight it's prolly 'bout to happen all over again... ~
Drake went over to his closet, grabbed a tee shirt and a pair of cargo shorts then went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He quickly dried off and pulled his shirt over his head. Put on his briefs then slipped into his cargo's. He was surprised Nicki stopped by. Drake didn't know what to expect. When he came out of the bathroom, the radio started getting static. He saw Nicki sitting on his bed, fiddling with the zipper on her jacket. Drake walked over to the radio.
"You like that huh?" He said smiling as he reset the frequency by turning the knob left and right a couple times. The radio seemed to get louder as the song became more audible.
~ ...Because I never had you,
Although I would be glad to,
I'll prolly go and tattoo ya name on my heart... ~
Nicki looked at him and smiled. "Do you mind?"
Smirking, Drake turned down the radio and then went over to her. He sat next to her on his bed and waited for her to speak.
"Look, I came over here to apologize. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blow up on you like that."
"No, it's not ok. It's... not ok Drake. It's not your fault I had waaay too much to drink last night." She said with a half smile. "I should've known better. I am sooo not a drinker." She giggled.
"I accept your apology Nick." He smiled. At that moment, Drake wanted to lean in and kiss her, but if he did, he knew she would have given him two black eyes.
"If anything, I should be apologizing to you..."
"I should've just kept my hands to myself."
"You were only trying to help Drake."
"But nothing. I'm not mad at you. I shouldn't have led you on. It's my fault."
"Yea..." He said nodding his head up and down. Nicki playfully hit him in the chest with the back of her hand.
"You're not s'posed to agree with me!" She said smiling and they both giggled.
"Drake?!" Nicki's eyes widened as her mouth dropped and they both let out a laugh.
"My bad, you kno I'm just playin' wit'chu Nick."
"I know." She smiled. The room went silent for a second then Drake spoke up.
"Can I tell you somethin' Nicki?" Drake's heart started beating fast. He could feel the blood pumping through his body as his palms started to sweat a little.
"Sure, what is it?" She said looking at him. Drake was nervous, he could feel a knot forming in his throat. "Um..." He took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose.
"I like you..."
"Haha, I like you too Drake." She said standing up with a smile.
"No, you don't get it. I LIKE you. More than a friend." Nicki's smile faded and she started to get butterflies in her stomach. "Oh..."
"Yea, I figured you'd say that." Drake shook his head regretting what he just said.
"Forget I just told you that." He stood up and looked at Nicki.
"My apologies, I shouldn't have expected you to feel the same." Nicki looked down, grabbed her purse off the bed then looked at Drake. She didn't have anything to say so she turned and walked to the door. Drake watched her leave. He waited for the door to close before he flipped.
"Fuuuuuck!!! Why the hell did I just do that?! Oh my God... what the fuck is wrong with me?!" He said cupping his hands on the top of his head. "Damn it! I just fucked. Up. Everything..." He plopped on his bed staring at the floor. "What. The fuck??" He said to himself with a chuckle. He couldn't believe he just embarrassed himself like that. He wanted to rewind the last five minutes, but he couldn't. Drake lay there replaying the awkward scene in his head listening to the faint words of his own song...
~ ... I swear,
That I'm goin crazy... ~
On Nick's way back to her room, Forty passed her in the hallway.
"Hey Nicki." He said grabbing his crotch and licking his lips. Forty scanned her body with his eyes when she looked up at him. She was completely oblivious to the gestures he made towards her. Nicki was too busy thinking about Drake.
"Oh, hey Forty." She said snapping out of her trance. "I didn't see you there, I zoned out for a minute." She explained with a smile.
"It's all good. Um, is Aubrey in his room?"
"Yea, he was just getting dressed."
"Ard den, I'm 'boutta head down there. I'll see you around." He said hugging Nicki. As she headed to the elevator, Forty looked back to glance at her rear end then he made his way to Drake's. When Nicki reached her room, she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling. She could not stop thinking about Drake. How his smile brightened up a room. How his voice made her melt. How his smooth hands sent shivers through her body. The way he looked when she stopped by his room. No shirt... no jeans... just skin. Half wrapped in a black towel at his waist. The way the water dripped off his bare chest made her wish she were those droplets. Clinging to his chest, never wanting to fall. She felt bad for leaving Drake out on a limb without telling him how she felt. Nicki wanted to run back to his room and spill her guts to him, but she would not allow herself. She was afraid to. It seemed that every time she showed her true feelings, she always ended up getting hurt. Nicki often found herself pushing guys away because she didn't want them to get too close. She was afraid that if she let Drake in, she wouldn't be able to ever let him go. When Nicki loved, she loved strong and hard, giving the relationship her all. And if something were to ruin that, her world would come crashing down around her. Nicki didn't know if she would be strong enough to handle heartbreak again.
Nicki wasn't sure if she was ready to let her walls down just yet.
Sooo?? Wut do ya think?? :) O! Btw, I'm sure Forty isn't that creepy, but it's mi fiction so I made him that creepy wierdo, lol.
The italicized words in purple r the lyrics of Drake's "Houstatlantavegas" song of course. It's really good, give it a listen. It's crazy that I 1st heard it after I wrote chapter 2 tho, lol. The song fits almost perfectly with wut has happened thus far! :)
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