Early Days

So.... Little nugget of information about me.. I like COMMENTS! W/ that being said I WON’T post the 2nd half of ‘The Real Deal’ until I’M satisfied w. the commentary. Thank You && Enjoy.

Don’t ask me what’s the point of this One Shot cause I honestly don’t know lol.

“Wassup, I’m Nicki Minaj and you’re watching the Come Up.” Nicki rolled her eyes at Wayne as he mocked her in his best Queens accent. All of YMCMB was sitting in the green room of a show that they just did. No one was ready to go home so they just chilled out there. Nicki sat on the couch along with Chuckee, Streetz and Wayne. While everyone else was standing up walking around, besides Drake, he was talking to a few fans outside. Apparently, it was pick on Nicki day.

“I did not sound like that.” Nicki denied flipping her bob.

“Yes you did!” Shanell pointed at her and started laughing. “Yo hood ass.”

“Whatever y’all.” Nicki waved them off. “Where’s Drake?” She questioned looking around.

“And she say she ain’t feelin the boy.” Gudda laughed as him and Tyga dapped agreeing Nicki did have feelings for Drake even though she denied it.

“He out there talking to some fans.” Twist answered sitting on the counter of the sink. Soon as he said that Drake walked in on the phone.

“Jimmy!” Chuckee said lifting up his arms. Drake nodded at him before going in the corner to continue his phone conversation. Nicki’s eyes studied his cool demeanor. Damn, he was sexy. There was no denying that. He had been working out lately and judging by the black crew neck he was wearing, it was doing some good.

“Nic, you not gone beat his ass. Probably talking to some bitch on the phone.” Streetz joked nudging her.

“Drake know what it is.” Nicki joked back with a lick of the lips.

“Oh?” Shanell raised her brow at Nicki causing her to chuckle lazily.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they was fuckin.” Wayne shrugged and Nicki punched him on his arm. He moved away from her rubbing the spot. Drake got off the phone and sat in Wayne’s previous spot next to Nicki pulling her in for a hug. “But she get mad at me when I say they fuckin.” Wayne muttered.

“Who you was on the phone with?” Nicki asked looking up at Drake. The whole room was silent trying to figure out how this was going to go down.

“40.” He answered simply. “Don’t worry baby, you the only woman in my life.” Drake licked his bottom lip making Nicki blush and roll her eyes all at the same time. Nicki had to admit, the constant flirting was wearing on her a bit. She could see herself actually being with Drake it was just risky with both of them just starting in the game. Drake having more buzz than Nicki, it might seem like she was just using him to get on and she wanted to be known for her talent rather than who she was dating.

“You shoulda heard Barbie in here. She was about to beat yo ass if you was on the phone with another girl.” Baby said coyly smoking on one of his cigars.

“Oh word?” Drake questioned looking down at Nicki

“I was JOKING!” She defended. Tonight was definitely pick on Nicki night. Everyone in the room side eyed Nicki. “Whatever. I’m ready to leave.” Nicki said standing up and turning around to grab her bag.

“Nell you leave too, we ‘bout to invite some strippers over here.” Chuckee nudged her and Mack popped him the back of the head. “Damn, a nigga can’t have no fun?” Chuckee mumbled. Nicki knew that there was a possibility that they would invite some girls in once her and Shanell was gone. No, that was not going to fly with her.

“Drake, can you take me home? My driver was being a dick earlier.” She was lying but he didn’t need to know that. He nodded and stood up grabbing her hand.

“Bullshit!” Streetz said in the form of a cough. Nicki flipped her middle finger at him. Nicki hugged everybody in the room and Drake dapped everyone up before him and Nicki made their way to his Bentley, him opening the door for her of course and getting in himself.

“So how’s life been Ms. Nicki Minaj?” Drake questioned as he began to drive towards Nicki’s house.

“I can’t complain.” She shrugged. Drake looked over at her as she smoothes her lipstick on her lips.

“That’s real nice color on you. Makes your lips... sexy as fuck.” He licked his lips and Ncik did all she could to suppress the moisture going on in her panties.

“Why do you do that?”

“What?” Drake furrowed his brows.

“You know what you do, you just did it.” Nicki said rolling her eyes. She looked down at her lap as she smiled to herself. Drake was the only one that made her feel like a little girl, all giddy inside.

“You think I be playin’ Nic. I love you.” Drake said honestly.

“You don’t--”

“I do.” He interrupted her. “I know you think I just be bullshitin and talkin’ but I would marry you. Memba that day I came to your room trying to give you Chinese food?”

“You’re going to hold that over my head forever aren’t you?” She giggled.

“You slammed the door in my face. I knew right then and there I would make you mine.”

“You haven’t got that far sir.” Nicki said as Drake pulled into her driveway. She looked up at her house then over to Drake. She said a little prayer to herself before leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. “But you’re getting closer.” Drake was shocked, he didn’t know what to do. “Thanks.” Nicki said stepping out of the car.