Sequel: Single ›
Status: Complete
Prom Queen
TwentyEight. Falling Apart.
Fatima's POV
Someone was banging on the door so I walked over and opened it a little peeking out. Chris Brown stood there.
"Aye ma, Tyga here?"
I shook my head
"Well you know when he gon be here?"
"Nope"
"Well, can I come in?"
I shrugged and open the door wider and walked away not bothering to wait and be all polite. This nigga interupted my dinner psh polite my ass. I heard something smash downstairs, I ran down the steps and saw Drake glaring at the wall where a two pieces of a cell phone were sitting.
"D-D-Aubrey?"
He didn't respond. I put my hand on his shoulder lightly
"Get off."
"Aub, I just wanna help. te-"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!!!"
I flinched back as he turned around
"I'm sorry for caring. Forget it."
I ran upstairs and threw my plate away grabbing my stuff and walked out. The cold hair hit my exposed skin and I remember my hoodie downstairs in the studio, hell if I'm going back. I started walking to my car, letting the tears fall
"Aye ma."
I turned around and saw Chris running up to me.
"Yes?"
"You aight?"
"Just fucking great."
"I was just checking ma,damn."
"Why do you care?!!?"
"I'm a nice guy and I saw a girl crying."
I cracked a smile
"By the way it's Fatima. Not ma"
I started to walk away
"Well Fatima. Wanna chill seeing as Tyga not here, and I'm not sittin in there wit a pissed off Drake"
I rolled my eyes and continued walking
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a rain-check"
I got in my car and pulled off leaving Chris standing in the driveway. On the way home nothing but fucking Drake was playing on the radio, if the fucking radio stations love him soooo much why don't they marry him! I parked and grabbed my stuff out the car knocking on the door. I waited only to find a shirtless Tyga answering the door.
Wayne's POV
We pulled up to the mansion to see Drake's car was the only one there. I walked in and smelled food coming from the kitchen so I walked in and made myself a plate.
"DRIZZY!"
nothing.
I walked out into the living room, Birdman looked at my plate and headed towards the kitchen.
"DRIZZY!"
still nothing.
I decided to text him
'Yo. where u at? didnt u&tima want us hear dem tracks? -Mr.Carter'
I walked downstairs to see it completely a mess. The chairs were throw against the wall and some were broken. broken cups and other things everywhere. The only thing left untouched were a CD that was sitting ontop of the computer, which also wasn't messed up. I popped the Cd into the computer and imedently Fatima's voice filled the room. They were hot. I looked at the clear CD case and saw on the back was written
1. Breaking Point
2. Karma
on the front said
'I'm sorry Baby T.'
I took the CD out and placed it back in the case and took it with me. What. The. Hell. Went. Down. ?.
Fatima's POV
I looked at Tyga for a minute taking in his tattoos and body, which is something I haven't really done, and now that I am looking at it I wonder why not. I finally looked back up to Tyga's eyes.
"I need someone to talk to. Your the only one that isn't someone I am either not talking to or can't talk to about this."
He nodded and stepped aside he led me to the living room and pulled me down so that my head was on his lap.
"What the deal is Tima?"
"Everything, I mean between trying to get the fact that I am a recording artist through my head and the drama that comes with it."
I told him everything. I started getting tired around 4 am. Tyga had sat there and listened to me all night.
"Well Imma head home"
he nodded
"You sure. I mean it's really early and we been up all night"
I smiled but nodded
"Yeah. Some bussiness I needa handle"
I left after thanking Tyga about a hundred more times and then drove to my place only to take a quick shower and change. I stripped out of my studio clothes and got in the shower. I came out and put this on
I drove to Drake's house, I walked up to the door and started banging on it. A model looking chick with a stank look on her face and nothing but a see through ropeanswered the door
"May I help you?"
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Sorry it's short only had 30 min!
Someone was banging on the door so I walked over and opened it a little peeking out. Chris Brown stood there.
"Aye ma, Tyga here?"
I shook my head
"Well you know when he gon be here?"
"Nope"
"Well, can I come in?"
I shrugged and open the door wider and walked away not bothering to wait and be all polite. This nigga interupted my dinner psh polite my ass. I heard something smash downstairs, I ran down the steps and saw Drake glaring at the wall where a two pieces of a cell phone were sitting.
"D-D-Aubrey?"
He didn't respond. I put my hand on his shoulder lightly
"Get off."
"Aub, I just wanna help. te-"
"I SAID GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!!!"
I flinched back as he turned around
"I'm sorry for caring. Forget it."
I ran upstairs and threw my plate away grabbing my stuff and walked out. The cold hair hit my exposed skin and I remember my hoodie downstairs in the studio, hell if I'm going back. I started walking to my car, letting the tears fall
"Aye ma."
I turned around and saw Chris running up to me.
"Yes?"
"You aight?"
"Just fucking great."
"I was just checking ma,damn."
"Why do you care?!!?"
"I'm a nice guy and I saw a girl crying."
I cracked a smile
"By the way it's Fatima. Not ma"
I started to walk away
"Well Fatima. Wanna chill seeing as Tyga not here, and I'm not sittin in there wit a pissed off Drake"
I rolled my eyes and continued walking
"Is that a yes?"
"It's a rain-check"
I got in my car and pulled off leaving Chris standing in the driveway. On the way home nothing but fucking Drake was playing on the radio, if the fucking radio stations love him soooo much why don't they marry him! I parked and grabbed my stuff out the car knocking on the door. I waited only to find a shirtless Tyga answering the door.
Wayne's POV
We pulled up to the mansion to see Drake's car was the only one there. I walked in and smelled food coming from the kitchen so I walked in and made myself a plate.
"DRIZZY!"
nothing.
I walked out into the living room, Birdman looked at my plate and headed towards the kitchen.
"DRIZZY!"
still nothing.
I decided to text him
'Yo. where u at? didnt u&tima want us hear dem tracks? -Mr.Carter'
I walked downstairs to see it completely a mess. The chairs were throw against the wall and some were broken. broken cups and other things everywhere. The only thing left untouched were a CD that was sitting ontop of the computer, which also wasn't messed up. I popped the Cd into the computer and imedently Fatima's voice filled the room. They were hot. I looked at the clear CD case and saw on the back was written
1. Breaking Point
2. Karma
on the front said
'I'm sorry Baby T.'
I took the CD out and placed it back in the case and took it with me. What. The. Hell. Went. Down. ?.
Fatima's POV
I looked at Tyga for a minute taking in his tattoos and body, which is something I haven't really done, and now that I am looking at it I wonder why not. I finally looked back up to Tyga's eyes.
"I need someone to talk to. Your the only one that isn't someone I am either not talking to or can't talk to about this."
He nodded and stepped aside he led me to the living room and pulled me down so that my head was on his lap.
"What the deal is Tima?"
"Everything, I mean between trying to get the fact that I am a recording artist through my head and the drama that comes with it."
I told him everything. I started getting tired around 4 am. Tyga had sat there and listened to me all night.
"Well Imma head home"
he nodded
"You sure. I mean it's really early and we been up all night"
I smiled but nodded
"Yeah. Some bussiness I needa handle"
I left after thanking Tyga about a hundred more times and then drove to my place only to take a quick shower and change. I stripped out of my studio clothes and got in the shower. I came out and put this on
I drove to Drake's house, I walked up to the door and started banging on it. A model looking chick with a stank look on her face and nothing but a see through ropeanswered the door
"May I help you?"
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Sorry it's short only had 30 min!
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