rihanna imagines (girlxgirl)

Unknown Expectations.

[ Y / N ] 's POV
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" [ y/n ] ! come here!" my mom calls me from her bedroom. i walk in there to see what she wants.

"yeah mom?"

"Rihanna invited me over her house for a meeting with the people at her label and i was wondering if you wanted to come with me." my mom asked smiling.

"Rihanna? like, superstar Rihanna? of course i'll coming! thank you!" i said, hugging her.

"okay. you're gonna hang out with rihanna while i'm at the meeting. go get ready because we're leaving in 30 (minutes). " she said.

i went in the bathroom, did my hygiene and got dressed. i'm wearing blue skinny jeans, a black timk top, a tan cardigan, hoop earrings, an anchor necklace, & black heels.

how i'm gonna be able to do this. i mean, this is Rihanna we're talking about. you know what? we'll have fun.

"you ready yet, mom?" i asked her.

"you can get in the car. i'll be out there in a minute."

i got in the car and turned on the car. the radio station that is on is 44 Hip Hop Nation. when i turned it on, Rihanna's new song "Bitch Better Have My Money" started playing. i sung the words while waiting for my mom.

like brrp brrap brrap.
louis 13 and it's all on me.
nigga, you just bought a shot.
kamikaze if you think that you gon knock me off the to-o-op.
shit, ya wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car.
don't act like you forgot.
i call the shot shot shots.
like brrap brrap brrap.
pay me what you owe me.
don't act like you forgot.
bitch better have my money.

my mom gets in the car and starts driving off. as we're driving, my mom's phone rings. it's connected to the car, so it rings the entire car.

Caller ID : Rihanna

my mom answers the call.

- phone conversation -

mom - hello?

rihanna - hey! you guys close?

mom - we'll be there shortly. about 10minutes away.

rihanna - okay. i really can't wait to meet your daughter for some reason.

mom - wanna talk to her?

rihanna - sure.

oh my god! she wants to talk to me!

you - "hi rihanna."

rihanna - "hello! i can't wait to meet you!"

you - "really? i can't wait either!"

rihanna - "like wise! we'll have fun, trust me! how old are you?"

you - "[ you're age ]"

rihanna - "okay. i'll see you soon, ok?"

you - "ok, bye rih!"

rihanna - "you can call me robyn. haha bye."

- end of phone conversation -

5 minutes later, we arrive at rihanna's house.

by the way, we're in New York.

we walk up to her front doorstep and ring the bell. one of Rihanna's people at the label, Jay Brown, opens comes to the door.

jay - "hello. you must be [y / n ] , right?"