CBF#12

Flashback #12-What's the Worth: SCENARIO SEVEN

        I smiled at the crowd as I disappeared into the SUV once again. I had taken the brief moments I had throughout the day to figure out exactly how I was going to fix this (which proved to be seemingly more and more difficult).  "Safaree, call Drake and tell him I need to have a meeting with him and his management." I said as I wrote down the very few scenarios I had managed to come up with. I sighed as I used one hand to play with the ends of my wig.
        As I finished writing down everything I could think of I picked up my phone to text Wayne and let him know about the meeting I was planning tomorrow.
I heard Safaree on the phone and mumbled at him to tell Drake it was tomorrow at whatever time was available for everyone. I listened for Safaree to restate the information before sending the text to Wayne.
        I immediately got a reply to my surprise. "He must be in the studio" I mumbled to myself before reading his response. "You work on your toes, Barbie. I like that. I've got a show that night so as long as the meeting's in the morning I don't care what time you pick. Just don't interfere with my rehearsal & show." Oh? Oop!" I said a loud with a quick eyebrow raise after reading it. "Well damn, Wayne." I mumbled while texting a response: "I'll let you know as soon as I get word from Drake. Safaree is on the phone with him now."
        "Hey Nic, Drake said would eight work?" SB called back at me turning a little in his seat. "Yea, that's fine." I said without glancing up. "Kew" he said turning forward again. "Yea she said that works" he spoke into the phone. "I didn't say that you, bafoon. I said that's fine." I mumbled rolling my eyes. Not hearing a response I glared momentarily at my phone as I typed the time of the meeting to Wayne.
        I decided to check on my barbz (since I hadn't tweeted all day) and see what they were up to (as well as complain about how ignorant Safaree was being).

        "Barbz…why are niggas always putting words in my mouth???" I tweeted. Two seconds later over 1000 replies and 3000 retweets.

"@NICKIMINAJ Who we gotta drag, nic?"
"Naw, they ain't about that life @NICKIMINAJ"
"That's the closes they can get to dem lips @NICKIMINAJ!"
"@NICKIMINAJ Cause you the boss, mamacita!"
"Follow me!!!! @NICKIMINAJ

        "It was Safaree, barbs. Drag him." I smiled wickedly glancing up to see if he had his phone out since he had just ended the phone call with Drake.
        I giggled as they started and retweeted the really good ones as Safaree sat in his obliviousness in front of me.
        In the middle of one of my replies I received a text from Wayne agreeing with the plan. I texted him back ignoring the shuffling sound coming from the front of the car. "Wooow. Really Nic!" SB said in a semi-loud tone. I smirked and let a small giggle surpass my lips before cheesing widely at him. I brought my attention back to my phone as it beeped a loud. "See you then, barbie." I rolled my eyes smirking a little before sending back a short text of agreement.

*Next Day*

        "So, lil Nic. What's the plan?" Wayne asked folding his hands while leaning forward. Our meeting had just started after a short awkward exchange of greetings and some ice breaking jokes that Wayne had thrown out to lighten the mood.
        I let my eyes trail over the people at the table starting on my right where Wayne sat next to Baby. Drake sat across from me and next to him his manager. My manager sat next to him and then Safaree and back to me. "Well, I went over some conclusions" I began passing around a sheet of paper with a summary of each, "and I want to know which one you guys think would work best or if you have any better ones in mind." "Number four says promotional dating? That's something that's very....uhh overdone in the industry, dont you think?" Drake's management questioned. "But it does what it's meant to do. I mean...usually the fans and media catch on but it still keeps them talking and gives that unfading buzz." Wayne supplied into the conversation. "My ordeal with that is we've been through a similar scenario of this whole relationship rumor mill before-" "Well wouldn't that make it easier to believe? We are already in the basic situation anyways. People are already questioning whether you were dating or are dating. We can just have a confirmation press conference." "Okay but i don't agree with that. Rumors are one thing but confirming some bullshit to my barbz just for media attention...it's not something I'm willing to deal with." "Well, out of the list it seems like the most reasonable-"
        "What about number seven?" A voice spoke up as I went to cut Drake's manager from further endorsing the scenario I had only placed on there (contrast to my better judgement)  because I wanted to list all possible options. I glanced at Drake before looking at my list. A course of shock ran over me. "Drake...I dont think that's the best idea...it's bad media." Drake's management immediately spoke up. "What media is ever good?" Wayne questioned with a dark seriousness as he lighted a blunt. " I kind of agree Drake. ..it isn't good-" I started. "I have a tour coming up" Drake interrupted, cutting me off, "I've been promoting and I think as Wayne said media attention is media atattention...if we use this scenario it'll give them something to talk about. More requests for interviews if this gets out. More promotion" Drake finished speaking staring me dead in the face, his eyes speaking a different truth then what he was saying.
        There was a brief silence as I stared back at Drake with a distinct look of confusion. I could feel Wayne and Baby's eyes pass between us. I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat as our managers began stating their opinions and discussing regulations of scenario seven.

*End of Meeting*

         The mangers shook hands as Wayne man-hugged Drake and I gave a small hug to Baby along with a mention of love. Wayne and Baby switched places as Wayne saultered over to me. Wayne said nothing before pulling me in his arms. "The kid would do anything for you Nic" Wayne spoke into my ear tightening his grip a little so I wouldn't pull away. "I know..." I stated. "Don't let him go. He loves you...whole heartedly...and love like that.....that shits hard to find. Hard as fuck." He said pulling away. "Whoa, pauz that nigga!" I said smiling and letting out a laugh. Wayne smirked before stating "You nasty, Nic. That freaks coming out of you." I one-dimple smiled before saying " Pauz that too" He chuckled before head nodding and calling out "See y'all " "Love you, Wayne! Love you, Baby" I called out loudly, blowing a kiss to them as they waved calling back love as they left.

        I began to gather up my papers and met Drake's eyes as he joked with SB. I gave him a curious look. Someone called SB's name and he exited from Drake's presence. I looked back down at what I was organizing. "Hey Nic, we gotta go. Cars here." Safaree stated poking his head back in through the door he had just exited through. "Alright!" I said glancing at Drake as he stared smirking at me.
"Iight!" SB said leaving again. There was a small silence. "Why did you choose to take the blame for this, Drake" I said sighing as I placed the papers in my hands. "Im not taking the blame... it's purely promotions" he stated walking over to me.
        I leaned against the table facing him as he walked in front if me.  "Drake..." I said in a warning tone, "That's bullshit and you know it." He chuckled before reaching for the end of my wig. I lifted an eyebrow crossing my arms as I ssid "uhh...excuse me!" He locked eyes with me and laughed before stepping back and running his hands over his face and trailing one hand run over his head and rub his neck. "It wasn't your fault.....we both were caught in the moment...but if you care for someone....you're willing to do what needs to be done to keep them the happiest you can..." he trailed off. "I care....that's why I did it." he stated looking down in my eyes. "...Thank you...." I said simply staring back up at him. He nodded before glancing at my lips. I pressed my lips together consciously.    
        He leaned into me and my breath staggered out. I let my eyes flutter close as he grew nearer to me. His lips pressed to the ccorner of my mouth and he paused speaking against my skin "You're welcome..."  before pulling away and watching me as my eyes peeled open and blinked at him. "I'll see you around, Aubrey." I stated staring him in the eyes letting my emotions be momentarily seen through my own eyes. "See you later, Onika." He responded in a low rumble. "HEY! We gotta go, Nicki! They are waiting for you to videotape this pre-show!" Safaree said walking back into the room. I looked at him as Drake backed up. "Yea..." I said glancing at Drake from the corner if my eye. I straightened up and placed my shades on. "Let's go." I stayed putting up a serious persona.  I patted Drake's chest as I passed and left to the SUV.

SCENARIO SEVEN AGREEMENT:I, AUBREY DRAKE GRAHAM, ACCEPT THE LIABILITY OF INFORMING (BY REQUEST OF, ONIKA TANYA MARAJ) TO THE MEDIA THAT THE CORRESPONDING INCIDENT (STATED IN PRIOR DOCUMENT LABELED: DR1-9) THAT MS. MARAJ WAS UNDER INFLUENCE AND WAS TAKEN ADAVNTAGE OF UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF NOT BEING AWARE OR CONSCIOUS OF HER ACTIONS WHILE MR. GRAHAM WAS COMPLETELY SOBBER.

AN: SORRY ABOUT THE SPACING! I WILL FIX IT ONCE I GET A COMPUTER AGAIN....IT BROKE...AGAIN. IT'S REALLY HARD TYPING ON A KINDLE BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER. I'M MOVING THE COMMENT LIMIT SOON! BEWARE!!! *MUWAHHH!!!* ;) THANKS FOR HOLDING IN THERE FOR ME!



-BIANCA BIZZZCHHH!!!

CBF#11Prt2

#11: Moving Mountains: Part 2




*buzzzzzz* *beep* *buzz buzzzzz* *beep* I sighed as I thought about whether I should turn off my phone or not. His name popped up again for the fifteenth time. I rolled my eyes as my phone started buzzing again. I hit ignore and turned over in my bed, pushing the used tissues aside. It had only been half an hour or so since I had left his house. I had finally stopped crying and the feelings of saddness had stopped coming and were blocked off. I had to get myself together considering I had to go to the studio soon to record and didn't need the media on my ass (as if they aren't already....literally). I looked up at my ceiling blankly trying to free my mind just a little, though it is easier said than done. There was a period of silence that I dwelled in until my phone buzzed again. I sighed loudly before finally deciding to answer. I monotoniously asnwered my phone. "Hey Nic! Imma be there in twenty minutes so be ready." SB's vioce shouted loudly through the phone. I rolled my eyes cracking a small smile. "Kay." "You good? What's up?" He asked sounding a little clearer but still obnoxiously loud. "First, lower your voice, you sound like you're at a fucking zoo. Second, nothing... I will tell you later, just get here." "Sorry." He murmured at me "Iight, I am on my way now. Be ready!" He shouted on the last part before hanging up. I paused to squint a glare before rolling my eyes again and tossing my phone on the other side of my bed. As I repositioned myself on my bed, getting comfortable, my phone buzzed again. I huffed, absentmindedly answering my phone. "What?!" There was a brief silence from the other end and as I went to question them again. A deep chill binding voice called at me through the phone in question. I let a small shudder pass over me as I squeezed my eyes shut forcing myself to block the emotions building in my throat once again. "Nic?" They repeated at my silence. "Drake." I stated forcingly deadpanned. "Can we PLEASE just talk" he begged in my ear. "Drake....I'm tired of listening to you. I'm tired of not knowing what I'm suppose to feel about you. I'm tired Drake.... and maybe this is just a sign that we arent meant to be together. We tried. We did try and its just- Drake I cant do it anymore." I felt myself momentairly choke and knew this conversation had to end. "Goodbye, Drake". I hung up the phone and let out a shuddering breath before the tears slipped down my face and sobs broke through, shaking my body as I drenched my pillow curling into my bed, heartbroken.