#AbelSingsBetterThanÜ
*I tell myself that I'll take you for the last time,
I'll be over you eventually,
Time after time, you seem to push me off,
I understand what we have become.*
Abels P.O.V
Delani, thinks that she's slick. I know she didn't get me anything for our anniversary. I don't know why she feels like she has to get me something. I'm perfectly fine with her getting me nothing.
As soon as I get home I see a Rolls Royce parked in my driveway.
What the hell.
He is really trying to make a statement that's he here.
I get out my car and knock on the window of the car, the window rolls down and I'm met with a toothy ass grin.
"Took you long enough. You had me waiting and Shit."
I roll my eyes, "Why didn't you just call me and tell me You were here?"
"I would have but some crazy chick stole my phone." He grumbles and gets out the car.
"The mishaps of being famous."
Aubrey scoffs, "You know you miss it."
I open the door to my house and we walk inside, "Maybe a little."
"What you got to drink up in here?" He says, while he flops on my couch.
Before I can speak he interrupts me, "Alcohol wise." He says while raising up a finger.
"What do you want?" I ask going into my kitchen.
"Hennessey would be nice." He hums.
"Should've known you would say that." I grab the bottle from the cabinet and get two small glasses.
I sit on the couch and Aubrey takes the bottle and pours him a glass.
Of course.
"So," he takes a sip of his drink and hums "Tell me about Ya girl. All I know is that she's dating your ugly ass. And she's in love with me." He smirks.
"You say that Like it's some kind of reward or some Shit. If you weren't "Drake" she wouldn't even look at you."
"Anyways moving on, so tell me about her?"
"Um, she's beautiful, funny, and amazing, that pretty much sums it up."
"You love her?"
I nod, "Yeah."
He sits up and faces me, "Okay so when you say you love her. You mean real love, not that fake ass Shit you had with Valerie right?"
"No, no. She is nothing like Valerie. I really do love Delani."
"Delani, huh. How old is she?"
"Sixteen." I say casually, as if it's normal for a twenty-five year old to be dating a sixteen year old.
He spits out his drink, "Sixteen. What the fuck. Yo, ass ain't in jail yet?"
I shrug, "Its not that big of a deal."
"Not a big deal my ass. How y'all met?"
"She's my student."
"This nigga right here." Aubrey starts to laugh. "Not only are you dating a girl who is nine years younger than you, she's your student! I should make a song about that and sing it to her, call it pedophile love."
"Do that and she will curse you out." I chuckle.
"She would," Aubrey shakes his head.
This is why Aubrey will always be my boy, he can take these types of things lightly and we can joke about them. If I told someone else they'd say all kinds of shit.
