Chapter 19: We A Mess

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          “Yo, Mack.. hand me dat cup.” Wayne told one of his closest friends, and business associates. He handed him the cup and Wayne took a sip. Nicki rolled her eyes, huffed, and put her knees up against her chest. She was sitting in an oversized Lay-Z-Boy at Drake’s place listening to the mastered version of his new album. He refused to put it out unless the majority of Young Money approved. Even though YM was a family this didn’t sit too well with Nicki.

Since when does he need our approval? Shit, I rarely ask any of these niggas for theirs. Or their opinions they always seem to share. She thought to herself. Well, except for Wayne.   He could’ve just sent it to us and after we listened, had a conference call. But I guess he’d rather we all be here listening to it together so he could see our reactions. Or probably cuz it lessened the chance of it leaking, which was almost inevitable nowadays. So here we are. Me, Gudda, Mack, Millz, Tyga, Twist and Chuckee, Streetz , Short, Cory, Nelly, and of course Wayne. Everybody was dressed comfortably in either sweats or plain jeans. Nobody really was too flashy.

         

All was quiet except for Drake’s upbeat song playing, but it was relaxing. We were only on track 8 and I was already bored. I loved me some Drake, but lately the majority of his music was depressing and about strippers. Just on gp, I’ma give whoever broke his heart this time the Barbie Backhand. I looked over to him. He was nodding his head to the beat, mouthing his verse. Sitting over there jammin’ like he ain’t heard this a million times. I smiled at his passion.

I was staring at my TL and the latest drama. My Barbz and Kenbarbz really wanted me to exile their asses. They start to lose what’s left of their cotton pickin’ minds when I’m away. Till this day, how I can affect them, and vise versa, still amazes me. Day told me every team is a reflection of their leader. Besides all the envy and hate, I couldn’t say she was wrong. I wanted to pull out my Mac and see who I needed to un-follow, but Drake would’ve probably been upset. Another huff escaped my lips. Shanell giggled as Drake raised an eyebrow. I could tell that they were all trying to keep a straight face. I didn’t wanna be rude, but this shit was boring. I started thinking about SB. I wonder what he’s doing right now. I checked the time, and knew he was watching Judge Judy. It’s one of our favorites and they’re having a marathon today.

          “Yessir.” Wayne just randomly blurted out. What the hell? I laughed and so did everybody else. As the laughter died down, the next song came on. It was well known because we must’ve spent like two weeks working on it. Almost everybody had a verse on it, including me. Drake would have me on his shit twice.

         

Nelly walked over to Wayne and sat down on his lap. I guess they got something going on again. I didn’t understand, nor did I care. It was hardly any of my business. I looked back up from my phone when I heard the sound of someone sucking their teeth. It was Wayne. He was kinda pushing her away from him. Guess her foot almost knocked over his doubled cups. I wish he’d stop drinking that shit, but aye, at the end of the day he’s gonna do what he wanna do. I scanned the room and recognized that Drake had one too. It didn’t necessarily have to be what almost half of us were drinking, but it probably was. I don’t know why they need two cups. It’s a waste to me, when you can just use a cup that’s more dependable then Styrofoam. Drake felt me staring up side his head and flashed me a smile. I returned one and brushed it off, hoping it wasn’t what I thought it was.

         

“Watch what you doin’ Nell, Damn.” He said as he placed the cup on the nearest table. Her face was twisted up, but she didn’t say anything because we all knew what would happen. I hated how she could just take all his shit. It was only because she let him tho. Wayne treats me and everybody else in YM with nothing but respect because we deserve it. But with Nelly it’s a whole nutha story. Yeah she gets love and affection, but she let him walk all over her since day one and that’s why he won’t wife her now. Don’t get me wrong, Shanell’s a bad bitch. But she’s a pushover when it comes to Wayne. Whether she likes it or not, Wayne would never disrespect me. I would put his ass in place so fast. He always respected my wishes. Even when I told him that I couldn’t be called ‘The Mistress’ anymore. I decided to drop the Lewinsky because of all the unnecessary speculation. He was Boss man, still the Prez, and I was Nicki Minaj. The End.

         

Drake’s final song played and ended. By that time, I was too comfortable in his Lay-Z-Boy to move. Wayne was sleep, Shanell was gone, and the rest of YM looked as tired as I felt.

          “Yo, Drake. Im tryna crash here.” Tyga told him. He tried to stretch out his long legs, but failed miserably.

“Yeah. Dats cool.” Drake said. “I only got 3 extra rooms doe. Nic get one, and the rest of y’all work it out.” He told us, but this chair was mad comfortable. Everybody stayed where they were, not even attempting to get up.

“Noo, Aubrey. I don’t wanna move.” I whined.

          “I’ll carry you to my bed.” He said, with a smirk on his face. I gave him a look that told him sheeit.

          “Shit, take Streetz, nigga snore so loud he be wakin’ himself up.” Tyga teased before yawning. Drake shook his head before going out of my sight.

“Nigga you live down the street. Take yo skinny ass home.” Streetz shot back loud enough to shock Mack who was nodding off. Swear he talked at the same volume all the time.

“Boy hush up, before you wake up my babies.” I told him, referring to, Wayne and Gudda who must’ve been in a coma.

“Come make me.” He challenged.

“Ain’t nobody scared of you.”

“Welp, time for me to go.” Millz interjected while standing up and stretching. “Y’all lil niggas going back to da tel for the ho?” He asked, talking to Twist and Chuckee. Both said yeah, gave me a hug, and slapped up the coherent before heading out the door behind him.

“I got something for you to be scared of.” Streetz continued.

“Ew. Go somewhere with yo triflin’ ass .”

“I am. To one of these beds. Fuck a couch.” He said heading for the stairs. “I’ll leave the door unlock cuz I know you gone sneak up after erybody sleep.” He add before disappearing to the second floor.

“I’m weak.” I said before looking around for Drake.

“Stay strong sis.” Cory told me, before jogging up the stairs. I shook my head.

“Sis, lemme get yo room.” Short said, tryna sit up straight.

“Go ahead, if you think you can make it.” I told him. He was leanin’ too hard. “You need me to assist you?” I teased. He stood up.

“I got it.” He replied, still leanin’. “You just keep getting swallowed up by that chair.”

“Boy, take yo muggin’ ass to bed.” He chuckled, then made his way up.

          I heard some startling noise coming from the kitchen and assumed it was Drake. I sat up and looked around. It continued but I wasn’t getting up. After it stopped, Drake appeared.

          “Cool then. Y’all work it out.” He said, to a surprisingly empty room. “I guess we’ll talk about the songs tomorrow since y’all niggas can barely keep y’all eyes open.” He said to those of us still here. I giggled and laid my head back. “Goodnight.” He whispered, then kissed me on the forehead before making his way up the stairs. I drifted off to the sound of Wayne’s obnoxious snoring.

         

My eyes slowly crept open once my phone vibrated for a second time. I turned off of my side and patted around for it. It vibrated again and I hurriedly retrieved it from in between my legs. That vibration was too much for me.
 “Hello?” I answered with obvious sleep in my voice.

          “Nicki? Where the hell are you?” S.B. questioned me. His accent sounding thick.

          “Safaree. Don’t call questioning me like I’m your child. I’m still at Drake’s.”

          ”You couldn’t call?” He asked, toning it down. No he is not grillin’ me after he pulled that shit yesterday. At least he knows where I’m at.

          “You could’ve called me boy.”

          “I did. Four times.” His voice was starting to rise again. I was too tired to deal with him. I hung up the phone and saw that he actually did call four times. Oops. Oh well. I heard Wayne chuckle and I looked up at him.

          “What’s so funny?” I asked him. He just shrugged his shoulders. “No really. What’s funny?”

          “You.” He said.

          “What’s funny about me?”

          “The way you jumped when yo phone vibrated between yo legs. Yo ass looked terrified.” I felt my cheeks burning. Did he see that?

          “That ain’t funny, Wayne.” I said, catching an attitude.

          “Aiight Nic. It wasn’t funny.” I rolled my eyes before turning to face the other way. After a few seconds what just happened sat in.

          “Oh shit. I just hung up on my ride.” I whispered to myself.

          “Call ‘em back.” Wayne told me. Bat ears.

          “No. Cause then he’ll think I need him.” I heard him grunt. “And I don’t.”

          “But you need a ride?” I sighed and sat up.

           “Yeah.” I looked at him. “Drop me off.” Wayne rubbed his right hand over his face.

          “Drop you off? I ain’t even drop Nell off. Why would I drop you off?”

          “I’m Nicki fucking Minaj.”

          “Nah. I’m cool.” Wayne said getting comfortable again.

          “WAYNE!” I yelled. He shushed me and closed his eyes. I pouted even tho he couldn’t see me. I un-reclined the seat and went over to Wayne. I spotted his keys on the side of his thigh. I picked them up and he grabbed my wrist.

          “Nah buddy.” He said. “Put ‘em down.”

          “If you not gone take me, I’ll take myself.”

          “Nope.” Wayne said putting extra emphasis on the ‘P’. I rolled my eyes and tried to get away, but he grabbed the back of my shirt. I almost fell but he broke my fall and held me. “Clumsy ass.” He said shaking his head. “Maybe I should take you home.” He let me go and stood to his feet.

          “First of all, Dwayne, I’m NOT clumsy. And second, I been telling you that for the past five minutes.”

          “First of all, Onika, Don’t be sayin’ my gov. And second, get yo shit on so we can go.” Wayne told me. I put on my flip flops and A.E. hoodie, grabbed my bag, and made my way out into the private lobby of Drake’s condo. I waited for Wayne at the elevator doors. “Push it.” He told me. I went to reach for it and he quickly pushed the down button himself. I side eyed him and he snickered.

We rode to my house in silence, only speaking if he didn’t know whether to make a right or left. We pulled up in front of the main entrance and I opened the car door.
“You’re welcome.” Wayne said.

          “Boy. I was gettin' to it. But since you wanna rush me, never mind.”

          “So I just drove yo lil ass all the way and I can’t even get a thanks?”

          “Nope.” I said putting extra emphasis on the ‘P’ like he did to me.

          “Aiight. Fuck it. But when you hang up on ya ride again, don’t ask me.” He said.

          “Fine by me.” I joked, closing the door before going into the building.

          Once I made it up to my door and got it open I spotted Safaree laid out on the couch sleeping. I felt kinda bad, but sometimes he just needed to sit his ass down. I quietly made my way too my room, after turning off the kitchen lights. I wasn’t trying to argue again. This past week was enough. I walked into my room, closing the door behind me. After I showered I fished around in my bag for my phone. I called Wayne and it rang a few times before sending me to voicemail.

          “So you don’t answer yo phone so I can thank you. Oh well I guess.” I hung up after reciting my message.

          My bed was looking too comfortable. I hurriedly blow dried my hair, greased my scalp, and threw on an oversized tee I think I stole from Safaree. It smelled so good. Clean, but different from my clothes. I don’t know how when we wash with the same shit. I crawled up into my covers and tried to catch a few more hours of sleep.