Ashton:
"Babe, what if I became a rapper?" Ashton asked one night while the two of you were laying in bed.
"Please don't do that to the world." You laughed.
"What if I'm like a closet rapper?"
"Ash, you're not a rapper." You chuckled, putting your hand on his chest.
"Uh, yo, yo ...I'm about to spit my rhymes." He started. "Uh ...I'm lying in this bed with this beautiful lady ...uh! Yo! I'm-" he was about to continue when you started laughing, interrupting his little rap. "What?"
"Baby, you're so Australian."
Calum:
Calum was still at the studio when you decided that it would be nice for him to come home to a home cooked meal. You searched around the kitchen, deciding what to cook. You settled on spaghetti bolognaise and got to work, putting on some music in your shared apartment, when one of your favourite Eminem songs came on.
"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all. And even if I could it would all be grey with your pictures on my wall. It reminds me that it's not so bad. It's not so bad." You started singing as you cooked dinner for your boyfriend. "Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin'. I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom. I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not have got 'em. There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'. Sometimes I scribble the adresses too sloppy when I jot 'em. But anyways, fuck it what's been up man how's your-" you stopped when you heard laughter. You turned to see Calum standing in the door way, turning red because he was laughing so hard. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough." He laughed, and you put your hand over your face. "I didn't know that you could rap."
"This is so embarrassing."
"Baby, I've seen you naked. You can't be embarrassed in front of me anymore. That train has left the station." He chuckled, kissing you on the forehead. "I thought that was hot."
"I'm like a rap god." You joked.
"Maybe not."
Luke:
"You know what I wanna do?" Luke asked while the two of you were cuddling on the couch, watching boring television.
"What?"
"I wanna go to a rap concert." He muttered and you looked up at him.
"Do you even know any rap music?" You asked.
"Yeah, Eminem."
"He doesn't count. Everyone knows him."
"Well, what about ...Maclemore?" He asked and you laughed. "Oh, you don't think I would fit in with the crowds?" He asked, and you nodded. "Uh, uh, I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket ...uhm ...na na na na nananananana ...this is fucking awesome!" He sang, and you burst out laughing.
"You don't even know the words!"
"But I have swag." He said, popping his collar.
"Oh, Luke."
Michael:
You and Michael were driving home from your parents house, when a Kendrick Lamar song that was not very well known came on.
"Oh, this is my jam!" Mike exclaimed, acting all dramatic about the song.
"No it's not." You said.
"How would you know?" He asked, and you shook your head as he started rapping. "Me and my niggas fall deep in a white Toyota. A quarter tank of gas. One pistol, one orange soda."
"How do you know this?" You asked, surprised that he actually knew the lyrics.
"Secret fan." He laughed, and you shook your head, smiling at your strange boyfriend.
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Hi/Hey
Rap music, huh? Bet you weren't expecting this! Lol. I'm a weird one.
Anyways, please cote and vomment, yeah? I will love you forever if you do?
(The picture on the side - oh gosh ...it's just so funny. I had to share it.)
xxx McRee Black
