Dark Withdrawals (boyxboy)

Confused

We've been through six shows and thank God we haven't had anymore issues. Well, not yet anyways. I couldn't afford to have Drake saving me every time, stealing the show. Also, things were getting kind of awkward between us, because he basically acts like I don't exist. We'll put up a front in front of everyone, but he makes sure we never end up being alone. I'm not going to lie, I replay that kiss we had in my head almost every night. I keep trying to blame it on the fact that I'm just lonely and sexually frustrated, but I know it's deeper than that. I have to constantly remind myself that I have a career, so I can't think too much about these newfound feelings. We finally had two days off, today and tomorrow. Usually, I would be spending these days shopping or talking shit to Michael, but instead I've just been chilling in my room, writing. The ringing of my hotel phone knocked me out of my focus.

"Hello?"

"It's Mishon. Everyone's going out tonight, wanted to know if you wanted to come?"

"I don't know, man. My back is aching from the other night on stage," I said, remembering how I slipped on stage and played it off as a break dance.

"You'll be straight, we got your back," he laughed at that terrible joke.

I sighed, "I'll think about it".

"Cool, just let us know something".

"Sure thing," I ended the call, knowing damn well I wasn't going anywhere.

I spent a couple of more hours coming up with different melodies and lyrics, before I got hungry and ordered dinner from the hotel. I played the PS3 to kill time while I waited for my food. About ten minutes passed, before I heard knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Room service!"

I got up and opened the door, only to be pushed aside while all of my tour mates bombarded in my damn room, Drake being absent. I had the urge to ask about him, but I decided against it.

"Really, guys? Really?" I chuckled, ignoring the steady ache in my back.

"Well your ass is the one who believe it was really room service. Gotta be careful, niggas will kill your ass for no reason!" Jacob Latimore laughed, throwing up his finger guns.

I rolled my eyes, "What do y'all want?"

"We came to see if you felt better. You deserve to have fun on your day off, just like everyone else," Mishon spoke up. I thought about it. It might not be that bad, since ole boy won't be there.

"I still don't know. I should be resting on some real shit," I replied, still standing by the door.

"You could be resting, or getting some pussy tonight. Right, Jawan?" Mishon asked.

"Hell yeah, nigga!" he chuckled, dapping him up. These kids, man.

"Well I might--" I was interrupted by another round of knocking. I grabbed the door knob without even asking, letting the woman roll the food tray inside.

"Oh shit, I didn't know he was really expecting room service. You knew your ass wasn't leaving this room tonight, huh?" Jawan asked.

I chuckled, "Nah, ain't even like that," I tipped the cook and joined everyone on the couch in front the silver plate while she made her exit.

"I know you want to let a nigga get some of that chicken, though" Jacob asked, breathing all in my damn plate.

"Y'all niggas could've got your own shit. Greedy as hell," I laughed.

"I ain't even surprised he asked for the chicken," we all snapped our heads, staring at Drake closing the door. The door to my room. The room that is assigned to me. The one that he's now standing inside of. I kept my composure, but my stomach was going some crazy shit right now. There goes my appetite.