I got you! ( drake love story)

Plain and Simple

I swear , I'm just going to turn off all the electricity if she don't hurry up and get out this bathroom. *knock knock* "Get your ass out of the out the damn bathroom now Rosalyn Colemen! I have to be at this interview by 3:30 and it's all the way across town. Plus I can't miss Papa's visiting hours and the nursing home!" The neighbors from two streets down could have felt the heat from the steam coming out my ears. Rosalyn , is my best friend and irritating roommate. But everyone just calls her Ro. We've been joined to the hip since 1st grade. Both transferred from different schools. She from some public school across town. Me on the other hand , from across the globe. I was born and raised in Nice, France. Not speaking a lick of English. Besides the basics. However all of the American culture that I know today was all taught from Ro's big mouth. On the first day I sat alone at lunch. She sat right across from me. She spoke to me for the whole 45 minutes about asking why I am black if I'm French. As if I could comprehend what she was saying. But our connection was well understood. *KNOCK KNOCK* "Now Ro!". "I'm out jackass, patience is the key to success, try it sometime." She said opening the door. She then smirked in my face , than gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I can't believe I'm going to be late, because , of you! 25 minutes , how am I suppose to look presentable in 25 minutes?".

" Cat , you'll be fine. Good Gracious! You've been stressing about this job for weeks. Which gives you grey hair. Nobody want to hire that shit! ".  Ro mumbled.

" And Ro , you need to get your head out your ass. And realize it's not a helmet! I'll just do my make up on the way there. Bye , I love you. " I rushed out the door.

I ARRIVED AT THE INTERVIEW

The manager at H&M gave me an application to fill out. Then sent me to his office. 10 minutes later it was all over. I felt good about it, just praying that it all worked out. They said they'll give me a call within the next week. Until then it's just cleaning and cooking at home by myself. While Ro is at work at Dream Club. She's just the bartender.

"How'd the interview go?" Ro was in her room getting ready for her shift tonight.

"It was straight, not as nerve wrecking as I thought ." I answered
" I told your complicated ass, to chill the fuck out! " she yelled across the hall.
" I know." I responded.

I placed my keys on the counter. Walked into my room and an entire club outfit was laid out on my bed. I turned around and there Ro stood in the door way. "You're coming with me tonight, because , you have no life. And the fact that Drake will be there tonight." She smiled from ear to ear.
"Drake who? Like the rapper? " I said with squinted eyes.

" No fucktard . Drake Bell... YES DRAKE THE RAPPER! Ricky, my boss gave me the night off and VIP. So get your ass dress!" She screamed. "I'm still really tired from driving all around today  and the interview." I said shyly.

" I don't care Catalina. You are going with me. You've been looking for jobs and stressing about your family back home in France. You deserve one night." She looked me dead in the eyes.

I was more than uncomfortable with going out to clubs. But she was right so I got my lazy French ass up and went.