Friday, December 30, 2011

CBF #2


#2: Flashback: Caught In Words


            “Oh... yes! Right there! Hmmm...” I moaned aloud my eyes squeezed together as I relished in the ecstasy. “Right there, baby?” He questioned again as he continued pleasuring me. “Uhh” I managed to get out. I knew he was trying to get me to talk but I could barely think at this point.
I don't even remember how we got to this point. There was talking and a little sip of this and that. I remember me making a move to go back to my room and him offering to escort me there since Safaree started complaining about not wanting to leave the get together downstairs. From that point, I really couldn't remember anything else.

              “What'd you say, baby, I didn't hear you?” He spoke softly to me as he pressed me further into the mattress. “Uhh, Tr-Tre...” I barely got out before there was a hard knock against my door. My daze was broken as I sat up. Gasping a little, I shoved Trey off of my body. “Shit!” I cussed a loud trying to gather up my clothes while throwing Trey's towards the general area where he sat. “Nicki! You okay in there?” I heard from behind the door. My eyes widen at the sound of Drizzy's voice. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...” I mumbled continuously in a low whisper. I manically made my way around the room throwing on the clothes of mine that I had already found, which at this point was only my undergarments. “Uh...I'm-I'm good just hold on I-” I glanced up momentarily as I stepped. I felt something slide from beneath my feet causing me to face plant into the carpeted floor with a thump. I stared at Trey's shoe with a glare before Drake's voice broke my gaze and my eyes shifted to the closed door. “Are you sure? Nicki?! I'm coming in!” Before I could make my protests against the statement, the door swung open and Drake stepped through the framed gap.
               “Are you o-” His voice cut off as he took in the scene around him. “What the fuck is this?!” He exclaimed. You could see the total surprise and shock that was on his face. I got up slowly, “I um..we um...” I looked at the half clothed Trey in a panicked manner as he looked between me and Drizzy. He mumbled something incoherently and rushed out the room. I rolled my eyes, shooting a small glare his way, watching him leave. “Oh... so that's why you won't get with me? That nigga? Are you kidding? One of my own fucking guys, Nic?!” “We're just friends, Drake!” I exclaimed rolling my eyes as I gathered up the rest of my clothes from around the room. “So that's what 'friends' do now a days, huh? They fuck with other niggas friends. You KNOW that I'm in love with you, Nicki!” “Drake! Why, the fuck does it always have to be what YOU want. What about what I want!?!?” “Well, it's obvious that it's not me you want! You don't want morals either it seems by the way you were fucking your great 'FRIEND' over there!” he briefly flailed his arms towards the door Trey had left through with an eye roll. “You'd rather whore around like a little slut.” I knew he was saying things out of anger but I was about to fuck him up if he kept up that shit talk. He knew that wasn't true and he knew I wasn't like that.
                 “Who the fuck are you” I stated walking towards him with a glare, “calling a slut!? Like you can talk shit!?” I exclaimed with slight laughter at the situation. “Playa, you might want to reflect and try again! The only person even close to a whore or slut in here is you.” I stated poking him in his chest. “You got three girls a week, why the fuck can I not get me some once in a fucking blue moon! Oh, my bad I'm suppose to be yours right!?” I said tilting my head as I looked up at him intensely. “Isn't that what you told me?” I asked him with attitude. He kept silent as I stared at him. I shook my head taking a step back, “I fucking told you we are friends. FUCKING. FRIENDS. Drake!” I said. I could see the anger seething through him but I could feel his demeanor change.
              His voice was low and had a surreal calmness that came out of no where. “You know what...you're right. You can fuck whoever the hell you want because you're not a whore, you're right. I'm just a stupid ass guy, waiting around for another woman that doesn't want me because you know what, I'm an idiot. I actually felt something for you even after all of your fucking continuous rejections and dramatic shit and that makes me an idiot. My bad.” “Drake...” I said my voice fading off. I wasn't liking how this conversation was going. “No, no. My bad, Nicki. My fault. Let me take my dumb ass comments back that I've said to you over the past few years because I mean, what the fuck do I know right?” He laughed bitterly.     
         “Drake, that's not what I meant and you know that.” I stated my face falling as the depth in his eyes became a bitter black spot of blocked emotion. “Mean what you say and say what you mean...but that makes me a hypocrite as well, right? But I'll tell you this...I meant what I said when I told you I was in love with you...and you meant what you said when you said you saw me as a brother...even after last week when you gave into me..” A small smile peeked on his face momentarily and was wiped off as fast as it came. “It was a moment of weakness, right?” He asked as he saw me beginning to object. “I took that night as you finally beginning to feel something for me...ya know...after you told me all those little lies about how your perspective of me was changing. My bad for taking you seriously. Jokes right?” “Drake...” I barely got out as my eyes welled up a little. He shook his head giving me one last long glance before turning around and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. I felt my lip quiver as I stood there for a few minutes staring at the door that he had left through.
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*AN: THAT'S Y U MAD! THAT'S Y U MAD, MAD, Drake? (Ha-ha, I just had to.)

Thanks for all the love and comments! You guys have really been making my day. I hope you continue to read as the story line develops. I'm warning you now there might be some slow moments because this is the beginning developing process. Don't expect every chapter to be totally amazing. Aha! Anyways, thank you all again. The more comments, the sooner the post. Your comments really do motivate me to get my lazy tail up and write. I do have chapter 3 already done but I like to be a chapter ahead of what I post. Thanks again, loves.

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Wednesday, December 28, 2011

CBF#1


(Love Of The Complicated Sort Series)


Can't Be Friends

#1: YMCMB: The Now

He knows I can feel his eyes on me, that's why he's staring. 
I wish he would stop. He acts as if I was lying to him.

           I brought my glass steadily to my lips and took a small sip of the Rose that lingered in my cup. The thumping of the music continued to ring in my ears followed by the rhymes of Wayne being played through the speakers. I stood in the near corner of the club watching Wayne make a full of himself as he popped Champagne with Mack, Shanelle, and the rest of the gang. I smiled as Wayne laughed spilling some of the expensive liquor over Gudda's shirt causing a course of laughter to fill out in the main VIP area. 
            “You're not gonna join them?” I heard from behind me. “I would but I don't think he wants me anywhere near him right now...” I took another slow sip from my cup as I turned towards Safaree. “Well, he's tripping anyways, you ain't never even dated him. There's no reason for you to be hiding from this nigga.” I could smell the essence of Vodka in his breath making me momentarily scrunch my face before replying, “Well, he sure as hell takes bullshit hard.” I glanced over towards the man of our conversation before rolling my eyes. “Whatever...” I mumbled under my breath. 
          “Hey.” I heard Safaree say to me gaining back my attention, “Don't let no young nigga ruin your good time. This is the first time YMCMB has ALL been together since the tour! Celebrate!” Safaree made a fake cheering noise almost spilling his cup. “Damn, nigga, watch that shit!” I said backing up a little and holding back a laugh. “Oh my bad, short stuff, I forgot.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully before letting my eyes take in the sight of the club one more time. 
          “I think I'm gonna go though...you know the club scene isn't really me.” I stated looking back at Safaree. “Iight! Do you! I'm about to head over to her right there...” he said trailing off his words and drifting into the crowd. “Thanks for the care, Safaree” I huffed under my breath before making my way to the main VIP section.

               “THERE SHE IS!” Wayne exclaimed as I came into their view. “Where have you been at, shorty?!?!? You said you'd be back then just left us Negros hanging over here!” I laughed smiling at him and shaking my head “How much exactly have you had to drink, Wayne” I said giving him a look. “Naw! Don't be trying to change the subject!” He said waving one of his hands franticly. “I was just people watching, Lil Negro” I said putting emphasis on Lil. His face turned into a weird expression suddenly before he head nodded me over to the side. I rolled my eyes knowing what was coming, it was the same question everyone seemed to be asking me lately.
             “Home boy still tripping?” “What do you think” I stated giving him a side eye as I finished off the last bit of my drink and set the cup down on a nearby table. I heard Wayne take in a few sobering deep breaths as I looked anywhere but at him. “He'll come around” He stated. I wanted to believe him and for a second I almost did until another thought crept into my head. “Wayne... you know that feeling when you really want something and you put so much effort into it and you're so sure that sooner or later you're gonna get” I paused for a second, seeing him nod from the corner of my eye as I continued to look around the club, “Yea, it was like that when I wanted to get into this Music Industry shit” He answered me. “Well, what if you were almost there and then someone took it away from you right as you reached for it right as it was practically in the palm of your hands...now... tell me, would you have been okay?” 
             I saw him hesitate and knew I had gotten my point across. I began the journey back to the VIP main room leaving him there dumbfounded and picked up my purse off the couch near Mack and Shanelle. I gave them my good byes along with almost everybody else and headed towards the doors of the club. As I squeezed through multitudes of people I couldn't help but wonder why I seemed to be standing up for him after all the words he said.I paused for a moment and looked back to where I had seen the man of my conversations sitting at before. The seat was empty and I took a deep breath. I couldn't tell if I was happy to not find him or if I was uneased at his presence no longer being there but either way the feeling wasn't enough to stop me from leaving from the overly-crowded atmosphere of the building and heading back to my hotel.

Introduction


Welcome to my own little taste of a Dricki Love Scenario.
I am Bianca (aka Boo) >_<
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This isn't my first written story but it is my first Dricki.
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