It's a Battlefield : A Dricki Fan-Fic

Chapter 26

Rihanna

So, I was just in my room, watching The Haves and Have Nots, all cuddled up and shit, when I heard Nicki running up the stairs to her room. Fast. Her footsteps sounded like fucking gunshots, for God's sake. Like damn, you'd think a bitch would know not to go up stairs that loud at 3 in the morning. I mean, people could be sleeping!
I waited until my TV show went to commercial before I went up to Nicki's room. I knocked before entering, becaue I'm a fucking considerate person.
Nicki opened the door, and when she saw that it was me, she grabbed me and pulled me inside her bedroom.
"Sit, Rihanna. I have to tell you something," she said, sounding exasperated.
I held up my finger. "Hold up," I said. "Before we get into that, would you please tell me why the fuck you thought it would be ok to stomp up the stairs so loud? Bitch, I thought somebody was shooting up my house! What you think this is? It is too late to be doing that shit!"
She glared at me, obviously not in the mood for my attitude. "Rihanna -- "
"No!" I shouted. "Tell me why the fuck you ran up my stairs like you was getting chased by a fuckin' serial killer!"
"Ok, if you would just listen to me for a fuckin' second, I'd explain," she said through her teeth.
I rolled my eyes and threw myself on her bed, waiting for her to start talking. Lord knows this was going to take a while. I might as well get comfortable.

Nicki

I started to tell Rihanna everything that had happened today, from forcing Drake out of the house to kissing him on the couch. She ate up every last word.
"You kissed Drake?" she asked, mouth agape. I could tell she was having a hard time believing everything that I was telling her.
I sighed. "Yes, I kissed Drake, but I didn't really mean to... I don't know what came over me..." I said.
"That means you still have feelings for him, right?" she asked again.
"Well, I don't think I ever stopped having feelings for him, Rih," I answered.
She smiled mischievously before asking her next question.
"Did he like it?"
I opened my mouth to answer her question, but I stopped when I realized I didn't know the answer.
Did he like it?
It was safe to say he did, right? I mean, if I'm remembering correctly, I'm the one who pulled away, not him. And he seemed to be getting pretty into it. He had wrapped both of his arms around me and ran his hands up and down my back... If he didn't want to kiss me, he wouldn't have put so much into it, you know?
"I think so..." I said, and Rih smiled the biggest smile.
"I knew it! I knew it would happen someday!" she sang joyously. "YAAAASSSS for Dricki!"
"Rihanna -- "
"I knew it, I knew it! HA!"
I watched as she danced and sang all around my bedroom. She only stopped because she didn't like the way I was staring at her as she put on her lil' show.
"Bitch, you outta line," I said, shaking my head.
"Nicki, what do you mean? You and I both know that Dricki is destined to happen," she said, arms crossed.
"How can you say that? I don't even know if Drake feels the same way!"
"Well then ask him!"
"What? How do I ask him a question like that?"
"Well," said Rihanna, "You don't exactly have to ask him. You could, like, ask him in a letter or something."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Rihanna, I don't think that would work out..." I said.
"Oh come on! You don't know until you try it!" said Rihanna.
"Ok, but what would I say?" I asked her.
"Just tell him how you feel, and then just ask him if he feels the same way. I can even give the note to him if you want me to."
I bit my lip. "I don't know, Rihanna..."
"Ok, Nicki. You can't just act like this never happened, because it did. You need to act on it."
"But -- "
"But what? Are you afraid that he won't feel the same way?"
I looked down at the floor and nodded slightly. I heard Rihanna sigh and click her tongue.
"Baby girl," she said, "I don't think you have to worry about that. I've seen the way he looks at you. I really think he's catching feelings."
I pondered this for a moment. Could Drake really be catching feelings for me? Like, for real?
I sighed. Even I knew there was only one way to find out. I had to ask him. I had to. It was the only way.
"Ok, Rihanna," I said, giving in. "I'll write a note. Just don't ask to read it."
She smiled another big smile and hugged me tight. "That's what I wanted to hear," she said. "And I won't ask to read it. But you have to promise to tell me what happens, ok?"
"I promise," I said.
And with that, she went back to bed, but only after she told me that if she ever heard me stomp up her stairs like that again, she'd fuck me up.
The minute I heard her bedroom door shut, I started to work on my note to Drake. I couldn't waste any time. I wanted to have this thing done by the morning. I looked at the clock. 4:30. I had about five hours to finish the note and leave it somewhere in the living room where Drake would surely see it.
Oy, this was going to be a long night.

. . .

I ended up finishing the note in two and a half hours, and I was pretty proud of it.
But, unfortunately, writing it wasn't the hard part. Planting it in the living room without waking Drake up was.
I ran downstairs,careful not to make a sound. I held the note tight in my hand.
Before actually going into the living room, I peeked around the corner to make sure Drake was asleep.
He was.
I tiptoed into the living room and tried to scope out a possible place to plant the note.
I eventually decided to tape it to the TV screen, since that would probably be the first place he was going to look when he woke up.
I found a roll of tape and tore a little piece off, and attached it to the note. Now all I had to do was tape the note to the TV.
I tiptoed around the couch, careful not to do so much but breathe.
He couldn't wake up.
I eventually reached the TV set, and I steadied the note on it's screen. But right as I was about to tape it down, I heard Drake move slightly. I froze in my tracks. Oh, God, please tell me Drake is still asleep.
I slowly looked behind me, and to my relief, there Drake was, still out like a light.
I sighed, hurriedly taped the note to the TV, and retreated back to my room as fast as I could.

Drake

I awoke at 9:45 am to the sound of paper flapping. I looked around the room to see if I could find the source of the noise, and my eyes flew to the TV screen. Attached to it was a piece of notebook paper with a lot of writing on it.
I lifted myself off the couch and studied the note. The handwriting looked like Nicki's, and after skipping to bottom of the note, I found that the note actually was from Nicki.
It read:

Dear Drake,

Last night was so crazy. I didn't mean for our movie night to turn into a makeout-fest. It was stupid, irresponsible... and it was also what I've been wanting to do for a while now. Drake, I know you might be a little confused, so I'll just cut to the chase -- I still have feelings for you. I've been hiding those feelings for the longest time because I felt like they'd make things weird and uncomfortable if I came out with them again, so I buried them deep down inside me. I never planned for them to resurface and throw things all out of wack, but they did. And they came back stronger. I couldn't hide them last night. I just couldn't. I was staring into your eyes and you were holding my hand and... Everything was perfect. You were perfect. We were perfect. It just all seemed to fit.
Drake, I love you. It took me way too long to realize it, but I do. I love you and everything about you. Your manorisms, your personality, your voice, your physical appearance... Everything. I guess the only question I have left is if you feel the same about me?
I know you just got out of a relationship with Niyah and everything, but Drake, I have to know. Whether you feel nothing romantic towards me, or if you feel nothing but romantic towards me, I need to know. I deserve to know.
I'm sorry if this seems too... sudden, but I had to act on the feelings I was expieriencing. I had to, or else they'd eat me alive, like they did last time. I can't have that happen again, so, here it is.
This is what I'm feeling.
I'm sorry if it scares you, but it's true.
I love you, and I have for a while.
I just don't know if you feel the same way.

- Nicki

After reading Nicki's note twice, my heart was beating a million miles per hour. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Nicki loved me?
I sat myself down on the couch and put my head in my hands. This was crazy. So much was happening at once. I have to wrap my head around this...

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Hey guys! Sorry this part took so long. I tried to make it worth the wait.

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