Could this get any worse? (A YMCMB Story)

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LAUREN'S POV

It's the day after the party, and I have a pounding head, and I feel like total shit. My throat is so soar from vomiting all night. How nice. There was a quiet knock on my door. I'm not in the mood to even talk.

"Lauren, you gon' open up?" Drake said.

"Just come in..." I groaned. The door slowly opened, and Drake came walking in. He looked quite sleepy too.

"Drake, if you're here to give me shit about underage drinking, then I'm not in a good mood!" I snapped.

"Aye, I ain't here to chat shit to yo', I just don't understand how you got in such a damn state. And besides, it's Nicki who is worried the most," he said softly as he sat on the end of my bed.

"To be honest, I don't understand myself, but I'm not in the mood to talk right now," I groaned as I rubbed my eyes.

"Aight, but you're not the only one feeling rough, we all are. It's like zombie land downstairs," he laughed. I smiled weakly at his comment.

"Ayo Lauren, Nicki wants to see you," SB said at the door way.

"Drake...help..." I sighed.

"Wid what? You got yo' self in this damn mess..."

"Drakes right..." SB said softly.

"Why can't you tell Nic I'm asleep. I can't take her ranting shit," I whined.

"Lauren you gotta respect da woman. You know you love her and she loves you. She wants what's best," SB replied. If I'm honest he looks pretty rough too. I guess last night was a mental night.

"SB talkin' sense. How about you get a shower, get dressed and sorted, then go down to Nic. You'll feel much better, trust me," Drake said as he stood up to stretch.

"Okay. What time is it?" I asked.

"One in the afternoon!" He grinned.

"You serious? Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked, jumping out of bed.

"Well, we only got up half hour ago. It's like a pyjama party. Ah well, we'll just have a lazy day!" SB laughed. I began to laugh with him.

"We gon' go down now, don't be long! I know what chu girls like! Especially Nic!" Drake grinned whilst pointing at me, and raising his eyebrows.

"No shit! It took Nic four hours to get ready for these damn American idol auditions, and most the time she was complaining about me wearing a jean vest (only barbz will get the jean vest thing. It's from 'My Truth' haha), even though she changed her wig about five times," SB laughed.

*2 HOURS LATER*

I was finally ready to go down. I felt a bit better after the shower, but my head was still pounding like some crazy shit. I made my way into the lounge where everyone was chilling. As soon as I walked in, it went silent. What have I even done wrong?

"Where's Nic?" I asked.

"She's in the spa," Twist said bluntly.

"Sup with you?" I asked.

"Nothing..." He said. He wouldn't even look at me. Fuck him then. I stormed up stairs until I heard Nicki rapping.

"I try my hardest to make you the best, And now I feel like I've been stabbed in the chest. You taking drugs? It's not wise, not gunna lie, I won't deny. All I gotta say is that you my baby, and you growing too fast that it hurts me my baby" I couldn't listen to it anymore. I walked in the spa where Nicki was sat with a notepad and pen.

"I-uh- heard you wanted to talk to me?" I said nervously.

"Sit with me," she said softly whilst patting the bench next to her. The spa had a jacuzzi, an indoor pool, and a sauna. There were benches and chairs around the pool, and that's were we sat. It was silent.

"What did you want me for?" I asked. I was pretty nervous for some reason. I struggled to give her eye contact, so I just tapped my legs nervously and looked around the room. I suddenly felt a soft, warm hand on my leg.

"I'm not mad. I jus' don't understand what happened last night. We said you could drink alcohol, but we never said you could get wasted. How can we trust you to drink alcohol again babe?" She said softly. I was really surprised by the way she was acting. I was expecting her to be shouting and going crazy.

"I apologise Nic. I- I don't know what happened. As far as I'm concerned, I wasn't even drinking that much," I sighed.

"I want to ask you something, and I want an honest answer. Was you taking drugs last night?" She asked as she looked deep into my eyes. How could she think that. My mouth formed an 'O' shape as I was shocked.

"What the hell Onika? How can you think of me like that? You know I wouldn't touch any of that. I promise you," I said, slightly raising my voice.

"Okay, okay. Who was getting your drinks last night?" She asked.

"I can't remember Nic! Why? What is all this about? And why does everyone seem mad at me?" I asked.

"We thought you took drugs last night. That's why everyone is acting weird. But maybe someone spiked your drink. We just need to know who the last person was who got you your drink. And we're not mad. Everyone is mardy and hungover," she smiled.

"So...are we cool?" I asked. She smiled and pulled me in for a hug.

"Of course my lady bug!" She giggled. "I have to admit, you're cute when you're drunk,"

"How?" I laughed.

"We'll you wouldn't stop hugging me, and you must of told me you loved me about 100 times,"

"I can't even remember..."

"Yeah because you was out your face..." She laughed. Something popped into my head. Then I remembered...

Mike was the last person who got my drink...

LIL TWIST'S POV

I wasn't mad at Lauren. I've just been in deep thought all morning. What if she was taking drugs last night with that fucktard Mike? Or what if her drink was spiked? I mean... I was pretty wasted last night too, but I wasn't as bad as she was. I just Care about her. Justin is probably the only one who understands me.

"Kid, you gotta speak to your girl," Tyler said.

"Hmm...I know. Nicki has already spoke to her. Speaking of Nicki...when are you two gonna confess yo' love for each other," I laughed.

"What is it with you kids? You keep assuming that..." He grinned.

"Well Tyler fucked Rihanna last night, just before the end of the party," Chuckee laughed. It's a good job it was just me, Chuckee, Justin, and Tyler in the room because Drake, Tyga, or Wayne wouldn't wanna hear that. I mean, we're not blind...we can all see that Tyler and Nicki got the eye fo' each other. All they do is flirt. Unfortunately, as soon as Chuckee said that, Nicki came walking in, and you could tell by her face she didn't like it. I looked over at Tyler who looked like he was shitting himself. It's understandable, Nicki can get pretty craaaaazzzy...

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Okay, I'm sorry this is boring, and short again. I'm just preparing for the drama that will be happening SOON! Keep on reading;)