-Enemies to Lovers-
Drake listened carefully as the song was coming to an end... He was astonished by what kendrick had mentioned in his diss tracks but this lattest one "Not like us" was Drake's breaking point.
He groaned while getting up from his comfortable king sized bed, tears threatening to spill from his gorgeous black eyes, as he grabbed his phone he almost immediately texted Kendrick.
Drake- "Hey... Look, we need to talk.. "
He looked at his phone screen for mere seconds, he sighed, Kendrick wasn't responding, A couple minutes passed by as he gave up and turned his phone off.
Staring at the black screen, he saw his reflection and tears started spilling from his eyes, how could he do this to him? After all they shared, it started as a small joke... So why.
"How could I let stuff get so far, i- ugh..!" He let out an angry Huff but then started sobbing violently as he threw his phone somewhere on his bed and curled up into himself, hugging his knees tight to his chest.
He cried. Cried that this was all a dream and they'd go back to being friends, oh how he missed seeing Kendricks joyous smile, looking down at him and seeing how radient and gorgeous he truly was.
Wait... What? What is he thinking! 'I'm not into guys...I can't love a guy... I.. can't love someone like him.. I. HATE. HIM.' Drake thought, not really meaning the words he was conjuring up in his pea sized brain.
All of the sudden their was a ding! Coming from his phone.. Huh? Could it be that Kendrick had responded to his message? He quickly crawled to the side of the bed he had thrown his phone to and checked for any recent messages.
'3 notifications from Kenny💞'
He sighed sitting down on the edge of his bed, phone in hand while the other was wiping off his tears. He clicked on the notification.
Kendrick- "What do u want"
Kendrick- "y r u texting me I thought u blocked me"
Kendrick- "you're lucky I responded to ur message"
Drake looked at the messages slightly annoyed because, didn't he already specify what he wanted?
Drake- "shit man.. I js wanna talk"
Drake- "can we meet up or smth"
He waited a while before another notification popped up
Kendrick- "fuck .. Idk bruh. Ion trust you"
Kendrick- "fine wtvr.... where?"
Drake felt happy. But he was also suspicious on why Kendrick had agreed to so quickly, he brushed that thought off though.
But apart from that he hasn't seen him In a while, And drake kind of missed him, he missed the way they'd slap each other's behind as a "bro thing" but in secret, drake enjoyed those moments
He enjoyed the way Kendrick's hand would slap his ass hard, how his hand would accidentally stay for a little while after, caressing the mound of flesh that he bruised.
He missed the way they used to share platonic kisses now and then, the way they'd do almost everything two men could do alone in a house.
