I Love You (A Prodigy Story)

Chapter 20 - Acts

Chapter 20

(Prodigy)

"Operation: Get Nicky Back is a go" Prince announced to the boys and I.

He was standing at the front of the studio whilst the rest of us were seated all around.

"Damn n*gga! You're making it sound like it's Mission Impossible" Ray scoffed.

"That's 'cause it is!" Roc said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Nicky is as stubborn as hell. It took her a lot of strength to try and talk to Prod backstage at the Grammys" Prince said.

"Yeah and it was going alright until Gina decided to show up" Roc rolled his eyes.

"It was Gabrielle, Roc" I corrected him.

"Who gives a f*ck? It's not like anyone messes with her" Roc answered.

I nodded my head in agreement but I noticed Ray shift in position as if he was affected by the comment made. I ignored him.

"Anyway, like I was saying, operation get Nicky back must commence!"

"Ah Prince, tone it down man, you're making it sound like it's a big deal!" Ray said.

"But it is a big deal. I mean, Prod is in love with her. Shouldn't we, as his friends and brothers, help him to get her back?"

Prince raised his eyebrows at Ray. Rather than coming out with a quick witted comeback, Ray simply sighed.

"Okay, okay, yeah it is a big deal and yeah we should help Prod." Ray had finally joined the team.

"Now that's sorted any ideas on how to win back a girl's heart?" Prince asked with a smile. Roc's hand went up to signal he had a response to Prince's question.

"Gifts, women love gifts!" Roc said enthusiastically. He grinned.

(Act 1)

"Alright Mr Crippen, that'll be $4,000 plus an extra $10 for shipping. It should arrive in the UK in 2-3 days" the cashier said.

"Alright, thanks" I paid and left the store. My phone rang.

"Yo, Prince"

"You bought it?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah, it should get to her door in about 2-3 days" "Cool, cool - watch her come running back to you"

(Nicky/Nicks)

Lucy walked into my office with a medium sized package. "What's this?" I asked her.

"I have no idea boss. I haven't ordered anything recently" As she set the box on the table Blyss walked in. Pumps clicking, Ray Bans balanced on her head.

"Hi! Ooo a package. Who from?" she asked.

"We were just about to find out" I opened the box to reveal an item covered in thick layers of crisp tissue paper.

On top of the tissue paper, lay a card note with a Louis Vuitton header.

"Dear Nicky," I read aloud. "This is just a gift to say sorry for what went down at the Grammy's. I hope you know I love you and if you want to be friends, it's perfectly fine with me" Blyss and Lucy listened intently as I read.

"Lots of love from, Craig - your superstar" I ended. I set the card aside and began to tear off the layers of fresh tissue paper.

As each layer came off, the object became more visible. I picked the personalised Louis bag gently from its box and held it up. "The Critic" was stitched perfectly in the interior of the bag. God, the bag was gorgeous.