Fireworks 1 and 2

Chapter Seven

    "Bitch, I could have died," Bri said, sitting up in bed with her back resting against the headboard. She was dressed in a long, dark blue night shirt. "I could have said sayonara to this life and you were off hooking up with Drake."

    "We weren't hooking up. Nothing happened," Mia said. She was seated at the foot of the bed with one of her legs raised and folded flat on the mattress.

    "You call spooning in bed nothing?" Desirae asked from her spot near the doorway to the hotel bedroom. She wore a pair of fitted jeans, a cotton candy pink crop top, and matching heeled sandals.

    Mia slanted her mouth into a frown. "I told you guys I should have just come back to the hotel with you."

    "I'm just messing with you," Bri said. She reached over to the nightstand and plucked a tissue from its floral-patterned box. She blew her nose into it. "How was it? How was he? Was he huge? Word on road is that he's huge."

    "Nothing happened, so I wouldn't know," Mia maintained.

    "If you spooned, you should have felt-"

    "What did happen?" Desirae interrupted.

    Mia shrugged her shoulders and said, "We talked at the nightclub. I got a little tipsy."

    "Per usual.," Bri cut in. "You can't hold liquor to save your life."

    "We were talking one minute, and the next minute, I kissed him," Mia said, shrugging.

    Desirae and Bri exchanged shocked glances. "You kissed him first?" Desirae asked.

    Mia nodded.

    "Did he kiss you back?" Bri questioned, sitting up a bit straighter.

    "Duh, puta, he took her to his hotel room and they spooned. He had to be into her." Desirae rolled her eyes dramatically and crossed her arms over her chest. "I can't believe this is happening. You're hooking up with Drake."

    "He kissed me back, and after that point it's a little fuzzy. But he took me back to his hotel room. I must have passed out. When I woke up, he was on the balcony writing and singing."

    Bri clutched her chest with a wistful look on her face. "You got to see the genius at work."

    "After that, we just...fell asleep," Mia said with a shrug of her shoulders. "And when we woke up, we had breakfast with his crew."

    "Luckiest bitch alive," Bri muttered. "And you barely even like the boy. Out of all of us, I'm the real fan here."

    Desirae rolled her eyes. "Don't make me cut you," she threatened. "I'm a real fan."

    "You just want to get in his draws," Bri insisted. "I am the one that respects his talent for singing, rapping, and songwriting. I'm the only one here who thinks that Drake is life."

    Mia laughed. "I respect him as an artist. Sure, I haven't listened to every single song and I don't have Drake posters hanging up on my wall at home, but that doesn't mean that I don't admire him."

    Bri waved her hand dismissively. "Mmmmhm."

    Mia shrugged and continued speaking. "We may have an opportunity to hang out with him after today's show. Maybe. I don't know what to expect, really. This could have just been a fluke."

    "Are you going to take his offer and write the album with him?" Bri questioned.

    "I'm leaning towards yes."