Chapter 8: A$$ Is Mine.

K, so I was listening to A$$ and I decided to write something about Drake’s reaction to the video, so here you go. :D

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Drake and Nicki hopped in the car after a dinner date at a small, secluded, but delicious Japanese restaurant. Drake wanted to take her out to get her out of the booth for a while, since she had been recording night and day, nonstop with few breaks for a while. 

“Thank you baby, that was amazing.”

“No problem, love. I’m glad you liked it.”

Drake began the trip home and Nicki turned on the radio. Headlines played through the speakers and Nicki sang along, bobbing her head to the beat.

“Uhhhh.” Drake said and reached for another station.

“Stahp!” She shouted as she smacked his hand. “What are you doing? That’s my song.”

He looked over at her. “No. That’s my song. My song that I’d prefer not to hear right now, as I hear it quite often.”

“Fine, you loser.” She changed the station and her verse to Dance (A$$) was just coming on. She reached to change it again and he stopped her.

“Nah, Nic. Let this play. I like this verse.” She could sense the sarcasm in his voice.

“Fuck is wrong with you?”

“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Aubrey. Don’t play with me.”

“Nah, it’s nothing Nic. The video was great though.”

She paused before answering. “…Woooooooooowwwww. Are you serious right now?”

“Deadass.”

“But the video came out like months ago!”

“And?”

“AND you’re a bit late.”

“I never got around to talking about it until now.”

“So, what? You in ya feelings now?”

“I mean, wouldn’t you be if I was all up on somebody like that?”

“Of course, but I wouldn’t be an asshole about it. I’d know it was for a video and I wouldn’t take it to the heart.”

“Oh, so I’m an asshole now?”

“You damn sure acting like one.”

“Oh, aight then.” He shifted away from her and they rode home in silence. Nicki found his jealousy quite cute, despite the fact that he was being a jerk. She knew how much he cared and she didn’t want a wedge to be driven between him and her, or him and Big Sean for that matter, over a couple of minutes in a video. She planned to do something for him when they got home. She kept the façade up while they were in the car though. She wanted to surprise him.  They reached her house, Drake opened the car door for her and they walked into the house, not speaking a word.

He plopped down on the couch and turned on the tv, watching whatever happened to be on, not really seeing anything at all. All he could see was Nic dancing on Sean. He got up and headed to the balcony.

“Where are you going?”

“To get some air.”

She tried to hide her laughter at how dramatic he was being and went into her room to start her surprise. She hooked up her speakers and played one of Drake’s old songs, “City is Mine”, loud enough for him to hear it out on the balcony.

“The hell? Why is she playing that?” He said aloud as he left the balcony. He walked to her room to find her standing in front of the bed, back towards the door, twerking in a pair of black volleyball shorts and a black tanktop

“What are you doing?” He said, confused.

She turned to face him. “Dancing for you.”

She pulled him by his arm, led him to the wall, and pushed him up against it.

“Damn.”

“Mhmmm.” She said as she turned around and began to twerk on him. She went all out as if she were the head of the twerk team. Twerking it up and down, side to side, in circles and with one leg kicked up in the air. When the chorus of the song came on, Nicki followed the direction in his lyrics, doing exactly what he said.

“Shake it, shake it. Drop it, drop it. Bounce it, bounce it. Wop it, wop it. Girl, move that thang like you gettin’ money for college. Go!”

“Gatdamn, Nic.” He said, in awe of the way she was moving her body.

He placed his hands on her hips and when the second part of the chorus came on:

“And after that, break it down. Break it, break it down.”

,she slow wined for him. Her back against his chest with her arms reached up around his neck. The second verse played through and she continued to dance for him until the lyrics:

“Yo, the city is mine. Which one? T-O-R-O-N-T-O. D-R-A-K-E, that’s me. You know how the story go.” came on, and she turned around to face him with her arms still around him. She wined all the way down the floor, his hands still on her hips, and wined back up. The song ended and she looked up at him.

“Happy now?”

“As hell.” He said as he picked her up and laid her on the bed.

He laid down and propped himself up on one elbow to look at her.

“Had you not been a JERK,” she said, putting emphasis on jerk. “You could’ve gotten a lot more. But, nah. Jerks can’t get all the goods.”

“What!? Nooooo, Nic pleaseeeee.”

“Nope!”

“But… but I love you.”

“I love you too, bew!”

“Okay. I’m soooooo, soooo, soooo sincerely sorry for being a jerk. I will never be a jerk to you. EVER again.”

“Hmmmm, let me think.” She paused for a while, considering. She made a couple faces that looked like she was leaning towards giving him what he so badly wanted, getting all of his hopes up.”

“….NOPE!” She shouted as she threw the covers over his head and skipped out of the room. He let out a loud groan into the pillows and she let out an adorable giggle, making him want her even more.