Duckrey

4/5/2024

Aubrey Drake Graham was abruptly awoken from his weekend slumber from multiple pings on his phone. He did not want to get up to more insults so he dug himself into his rose, silk duvet. Aubrey rarely had rest those days: his schedule consisted of an overflow of dull meetings and irritating brand deals. Well, all of that shit gave him the money to do whatever he wanted and, if he was honest to himself, he could have quit the music industry right then. He rolled around in his overly large bed until he considered getting ready. For who? To do what? Unsatisfied, he extended his scrawny arm to feel for his iPhone. The stupid phone had hundreds of notifications and he was too exhausted to check them all so he checked one of them from Travis Savoury. It said, "Check out Kdot's new track!! You're done, bro!!" Waves of fury washed over Drake. According to him, he and Ducky (his laughable pet name for Kendrick) agreed that he had won the rap battle. They didn't have to pretend to hate each other for a second longer. It was blatant betrayal, simply a waste of time.

Aubrey stuck his chestnut eyes to his device and listened to the song. Despite the fact that it tore apart his sense of identity, it was still beautiful and poetic. Like Kendrick. Oh, Kendrick, how Drake adored you. He always nagged you about your severity yet that was his favourite trait about you. In fact, the reason why Drake loved Kendrick was not because of how handsome he was but it was due to the artistry and soul he poured into every piece of music he created. Regardless, anger was simmering in Aubrey's stomach. He was a bit pleased that no-one would know about their little...affair even so this masterpiece was going to burn his career to the ground. His charade, cover girls ,his awful mistakes would be naked in front of the public and they would not hesitate to ridicule him. His Kendrick wouldn't want his love to suffer so brutally, or perhaps Ducky longed to hold on to his rusty crown. Like the wind, the thought of Kendrick's wife and child breezed his mind, forming anxiety which was quite overwhelming. Kendrick was his and his alone; everyone else was a mere distraction.

Whilst his voice was quivering, Drake dialled his partner's number. No response. Slightly angered, he called once more and no response. Aubrey, tilting his wide nose to the sky, marched into his wine cellar to snatch a mini bottle, then pivoting his foot, he walked to a leather sofa. He sipped some wine then called again. Kendrick finally fucking answered.

" Hey, Aubrey." Kendrick greeted, slurring his words a bit.

"Are you fucking drunk?" Drake asked with a raspy tone.

"Nah bro," there was audible laughing in the background," What's up?"

"Where are you?" Drake shouted akin to a madman.

"How does that concern you?" Kendrick didn't put the phone down thus Drake could hear him talking to a woman -who was mostly likely SZA-. Drake hated it when Kendrick gave attention to anyone from the opposite gender since that behaviour produced perilous rumours. Rumours cost money that even he couldn't pay at times.

"Answer me, right now." He tried to sound calmer but the attempt failed.

"Somewhere, I suppose." Drake could feel Kendrick's smirk through the phone.

"Come to my house or I will find you." He threatened while chugging the wine bottle.

"Try your best, nigger." Kendrick burst into pure, sweet laughter, which made Aubrey turn into a shade of coral, but the annoyance lingered. He was not going to lose the silly game that Kendrick wanted to play.