Chapter 20: Dem Waan Chase Like Petal Pt. 2

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As I entered the kitchen, I pulled out my box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and started to munch. Aye that rhymed. It wasn’t song worthy doe, I don’t think. Anyways. I was planning our late breakfast when I remembered to call Wayne back.

“Sup Nic? You call to apologize?” Wayne chuckled.

“For what?” I said with an attitude.

“If you can’t remember then I guess we pass that.”

“I guess so.”

“You a trip.”

“And niggas keep fallin’.” I mumbled.

“What you say, Nic? SOME FOLKS AIN’T GOT NO TYPE OF HOME TRAININ’” He said to the people in his background.

“Nothing, but I gotta go figure out what I’ma eat for breakfast.”

“Omelets.” He said, simply.

“Oooh that sounds good.” Even though I’m not supposed to eat one that tastes like anything.

“I know. That’s why I said it.” He told me, smackin’ all in my damn ear.

“Wayne!” I scolded.

“What, they good.” He said, before smackin’ some more. “And I know you ain’t talkin’ the way you be smackin’ that gum.”

“Shut up!” I laughed.

“I could’ve sworn you was wearing heels that one day.” He laughed. “Turn around to see and you had on some Ugg lookin’ boots.”

“You are a fool. I gotta go.”

“Wait. I might be crashin’ at yo place for the next couple of weeks.”

“Why?” I tried to say monotonously.

“Got some business to handle out there, don’t wanna talk too much about it over the phone.”

“What’s wrong with Drakes?”

“Naw, I don’t wanna crash his bachelor pad. He might bring a in hoe that talk too much.” Oop. That definitely crossed out Tyga as my next suggestion.

“Okay. Well let me know ahead of time.”

“I just did.”

“You said might, like you’re not for sure.” He lauged.

“I’ll talk to you later, Nic.”

“Bye, Wayne.”

“Yep. And you should call up Drizzy. You know his soft ass hurt.”

“Whoa pauz dat.”

“Man. Like the homie Cole said. ‘I done got way to much pussy to have to pauz that shit’.” He attempted to quote.

“Ew. Goodbye.” I said before hanging up.

I searched my contacts and called Drake. As I hopped off the counter to put the box of cereal away, I heard the ring cut off in the middle of the second one. I tried to think of a sincere message to leave.

          “That’s how you feel, Nic?” He answered.

          “Aww Drake. I’m sorry. I was tired.”

          “I didn’t know sitting down and eating while listening to my music was so exhausting.”

“It is.” I teased, before reaching back into the box for some more. Them shits is addictive. “I really was sleepy and I just wanted to be in my own bed.” I funneled a few out of my loose fist into my mouth.

          “I offered you a spot right next to big daddy D.” I almost choked on a piece of cereal.

          “Big Daddy D, eh? Wow Drake. You are sooo corny.” I said in between coughs.

          “You aiight, Nic? You need me to come over there to give you the Heimlich?”

           “No, boy.” He’d take any opportunity to get his arms around me. I got my last 3 coughs out. “But anyways, the CD’s perfect. I love every song.” I told him, trying to keep this conversation short.

          “Aiight cool. What’s your favorite?” Damn.

          “Uh, definitely the one you did with Keisha. It was too cute. What’s yours?” I ask out of politeness. Stupid habit.

          “That would be the one with you and me.” I kissed my teeth. He would. I was quiet, not knowing how to respond. That song was too romantic. We both did a liddle singing on it, expressing feelings that would’ve put Nicholas Sparks to shame. The media was gonna have a field month, and I know Drizzy’s gonna fuel it. He was talking about making it a single and people were already beyond getting the wrong idea about us. Claiming that we actually did get married, and that our prank was a double hoax. I bet he’s gonna tell the world his lyrics are for me, and this time I wouldn’t doubt it’s the truth. As for my verse… it’s not for anyone. It’s Just a general depiction of what hopeless romantics dream.

          “You still there.” He asked, after a while.

          “Yeah.” I said, going in the fridge for ingredients to make a few omelets. I sat everything I could carry down on the counter, then made a second trip.

          “So I was thinking about a treatment.”

          “Ew. Whatcha got?” I asked, grabbing a small mixing bowl and skillet.

          “I’m referring to the video, Nicki.” I pulled out a whisk.

          “Oh. I knew that.” Well, it was my second thought. “I meant ‘ew’ like ‘yay’. You know, like MJ bad, or when dudes say ‘Yo son, them joints is ugly’.

          “Sure you did.” We both laughed. “So I want it to be reminiscent of Alicia’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ video.”

          “Really?” I said sarcastically as I rolled my eyes and cracked 6 eggs into the bowl.

          “Yeah. It’ll have the whole winter aspect, since we’re shooting it at my place in T.O.”

“I don’t know Drake.” I whined. Then I began tarring up four slices of American cheese.

“Don’t worry Nic. It’ll be tasteful. We can shoot it out in public if you want.”

“I know, but..”

“Just think about it.” He said, cutting me off. “We got 5 months to make it happen.” I tossed the pieces in the bowl before I started to shred the cheddar cheese. I bought some that was pre shredded earlier this week, but niggas like to eat it with any and everything.

“I will, but no promises.” I let him know.

“That’s fine by me.”

“Ummhmm.”

“Honestly.” He assured. I couldn’t take his word for it. He was just as stubborn as S.B. “I think I’ll get Vashtie to co-direct.”

          “SEE.” I put the shreds in before opening a small bag of frozen diced green peppers and dumping them in.

“Aye. You know I don’t give up easily on things I truly want.” Whatever, I’m not here for the smooth talk right now.

“She’s a pretty girl.” I told him. He chuckled.

          “Yeah, she’s cool. I saw her at Scotty’s release party.”

          “Oh right. How was it?” I put the skillet on the front right eye.

          “Great. He asked about you.”

          “Oh really? What did he say?” I turn it up high and got the sausage and S.B.’s bacon.

          “Out of respect I won’t say it verbatim, but it was something along the lines of, ‘You done surpASSED a nigga and now you can’t come to an event for free, unless it’s for a.. air quotations WORTHY cause’.”

          “Wow.” I said, putting them both in, but on their separate sides.

“He ended it with, ‘You still loud mouth Nicki from back stage at MTV’s spring break’.”

“Cudi’s a fool. The next time you see him, tell him I said, ‘Why he mad doe? And I WAS gonna let him get on one of my tracks, even though a nigga couldn’t even offer me a INTERLUDE on his shit.’

“Sure.” Drake chuckled. I turned the range hood’s fan on low.

 “Wait. He’s still comin’ to RiRi’s liddle shindig, right?”

“I asked him. He said he might fall through.”

“Oh, okay. Never mind then. I’ll tell his always high ass myself.” Drake laughed. I added a can of mushrooms and some left over onion I had diced up.

          “Believe it or not, he wasn’t even blazed. And fine by me.”

          “So he actually quit?” I asked, flipping the meat.

          “That’s what he claims and I didn’t see him inhaling anything firsthand the whole night.”

          “Well, good for him. I wish a lot of people I know would leave drugs alone.” I hinted.

          “I wish you would’ve accompanied me.”

          “You know I don’t like to go out. Plus I had Micaiah.”

          “Oh yeah, that explains why you were at LAX.”

          “I knew you weren’t just looks.”

          “Don’t try to still a player’s lines.”

          “Please.” I lauged. Then removed the meat from the skillet with tongs and placed them on a plate covered in paper towel.

          “So, how is mini male you?”

          “Growing. Next time I see him he’ll be taller than me.”

          “And when will that be? Next week.”

          “Don’t try to play a playa.” I mocked. “And no… Month after next.” Laughing, I started pulling the meat apart even though I knew it was too hot.

          “You’re flying back east?”

          “Nope. Jelani’s bringing him and my nieces out here for Halloween.”

          “Ah, y’all should come with me and OVO to the strip then.”

          “I don’t know. I’m sure Jay will a have fun, but do you really think that’s an appropriate place to take kids?” He let out a light chuckled. I accidently dropped a sausage. “Fuck.”

          “What’s on your mind, Nic?”

          “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine.”

          “I didn’t say you weren’t.”

          “Look, Drake. Nothing is on my mind.”

          “Which means a lot.”

          “Shut up.” I told him in an annoyed tone before throwing the sausage away. “It means I don’t wanna talk about it, so quit asking.”

          “Wow. Someone woke up in the wrong bed this morning.” He teased. I didn’t respond. “Just remember I’m here to talk to. Whenever. As a friend.”

          “As a friend, huh?” I asked, putting about 2/3rds of the meat in the bowl. I began whiskin’ it all together adding salt and pepper.

          “Yes.”

          “You really mean that shit, Aubrey?”

          “For as long as infinity.”

          “I can’t grasp that.”

          “Well what if I said until you tell me otherwise.”

          “So if I told you we can’t talk about anything outside of business, you would stop being my friend?”

          “I didn’t mean it that way, Nicki.”

          “Then be clear.” I told him. He huffed.

          “I’m saying. I will always be here as a friend, even if you did tell me something similar to that.” He cleared his throat. “But if you ever decided you wanted me to be there as more, I’ll take on that honor too.”

“Oh okay, I gotta go. Need to hop in the shower.” I told him. What I really needed to do was dead this conversation. Plus Safaree had just walked in and I knew he was hungry.

“You think of me when you look up don’t you?” Drake asked.

“What?!” I was watchin’ Safaree going into the fridge for something, so he caught me off guard.

“When you’re taking a shower.”
          "Why would I?"
          "The shower head." He said, sounding disappointed.

“Oh. I guess. What’s it to ya?” I teased.

“Seriously?” He asked. I heard some movement on his side.

“Did you just sit up?” Safaree reached over to grab some bacon.

“Something like that.” I smacked at his hand that was trying to get the rest of the meat I use to put in the middle of our omelets. He got some before moving.

“Ew. You are such a boy.”

“So I actually cross your mind while you’re talking a shower?”

“Not ALL the time.” I turned around to see Safaree drinking some orange juice. “Can you drain some of that grease out without burning yourself?” He gave me his dead face. “Wait. You’re a freakin’ perv!”

“How?” Safaree and Drake asked. I laughed before waving Safaree off. He went back to doing what I asked.

“That’s why you bought me that?”

“No. You said yours stopped working right and you wanted to upgrade. Plus it’s not cool to intrude a man’s bathroom.”

          “Yeah right. And I didn’t even tell you that last part with yo  ease droppin’ big satellite ears self.” I poured the mix in the skillet and adjusted the eye.

          “Well if you learned to whisper better, maybe I wouldn’t have heard you.”

          “Whatever. I’m getting Hector to swap it out for a different one, then you can have that shit back.” I threatened while picking up a spatula.

          “Victor.” Safaree corrected me. I shushed him.

          “C’mon, Nic. It isn’t that serious.”

          “How I know you didn’t put some little water proof camera in there?”

          “Damn, I didn’t think of that.”

          “I’m hanging up, then I’ma call the cops on yo ass for invasion of privacy.” I said, putting some meat in the middle of the omelet then flipping it close.

          “I really wish you would.” Safaree said. I gave him a death stare.

          “I’m joking. When I gave it to you it was in its original package.”

          “Oh yeah. That’s right.” We laughed. “Well you never know these days.”

          “Right. That’s S.B. I hear you shushing?” He asked.

          “You know it is.” He chuckled.

          “Tell him I said what’s up.” I looked at Safaree and to my surprise he was muggin’. Swear dudes got selective hearing, cuz when a game or a fight be on they have the volume all the way up like an old person.

“I will, but I really gotta go.” I told him for the millionth time while putting the omelet on Safaree’s plate.

          “Oh. Aiight, Nic. Talk to you later.”

“K. Bye Drake.” After we hung up, I poured some more of the mix into the skillet. “You want another one?”

“Naw, you know I don’t be all that hungry when I take that shit.” He responded. I tried to ignore his attitude. “So what was so funny that he had you in here cackling like a hyena?”

“I wasn’t.”

“The whole time I was in the back all I heard was.. cack cack cack.” He said, trying to mock me at the end.

“I wasn’t even talking to him the whole time.” I put some meat in the middle before flipping it close.

“Sure you weren’t.” He mumbled.

“WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA LIE FOR?”

“Why you gettin’ loud? Guilty?”

“Why you gotta attitude? Jealous?”

“Should I be?”

“Go finish yo food in yo room or somethin’.”

“Don’t tell me where to go like I’m some kid.”

“Quit acting like one. Shit. Askin’ me questions like you my dad.” I put my omelet on my plate. “I don’t even answer to that nigga.”

“Since when do we keep secrets?”

“SINCE WHEN DID WE START GETTING SUSPICIOUS?”

“Calm down.” I stabbed me a piece of my omelet.

“You came in here being rude.

“I'm sorry. It’s just..”

“I’m in here cooking YOU breakfast on one of MY free days.”

“And I appreci..”

“And you want to cop an attitude with me cause I was talkin’ to someone you all of a sudden don’t like.” He didn’t say anything. “Speak. Since you got so much to say.”

“You just gone keep cutting me off.” He said, taking a bite. I did the same.

“I was talking to Wayne the first half.” I lied, to make him feel better. He grunted then drunk some of his orange juice.

That pissed me off. Not only did he not believe me, but where the fuck was my cup of orange juice? He just gone get him some and not even ask if I wanted any. I lost my appetite just lookin at him. I got up, scraped what was left into the trash and tossed my plate in the sink. It might’ve broke, but I did’t know cuz I stormed off to my room with the quickness. I felt my tears began to fall as I reached for my handle. I slammed the door shut and locked it, before sliding down it to the floor. I lean my head back and thought about praying for our friendship. Then I heard him turn on the t.v. which was blasting sports recaps. He could suck my dick.