Be Together

Kissed A Girl

Christmas

Niema's POV

Back home in the VA. Christmas with my family has been so much fun. I have no make up on still in my pjs and it's 12 o'clock. I'm loving it.
"Auntie! Your phones ringing!" Rocket said running at me with my iPhone in its brand new case.
"Who is it?"
"Diplo." He answered it.
"Niema's phone." I laughed.
"Rocket... Merry Christmas!... she's right here... here auntie." I took my phone.
"Thank you, baby." He ran off.
"Merry Christmas, Wesley!"
"Merry Christmas, Ema! The boys loved their gifts." I got his sons some Ninja Turtle gear.
"Send me pictures."
"Will do. Did you open the gift I got you?"
"Oh, I forgot about it."
"You better go open that shit."
"It's Christmas. Watch your dry ass mouth." I went upstairs to my room and went in my bag to get the gift.
"Wait get on FaceTime I want to see your reaction." I got the button to change it. Ugh, he has bed hair he looks so adorable.
"Here I go." I untied the the bow and lifted the lid. He got me a rose gold plated journal that has GREATNESS IN PROGRESS etched in the cover. The ends of the pages are gold. He knows I hand write my songs before typing them up.
"This is so gorgeous, Wes!" I also got a matching pen.
"Thank you!"
"I got you one more thing." I went back in the box. He got me a tennis bracelet.
"This is too much. I didn't get you anything."
"Nah, you've written great songs for me. You in this Mad Decent family. My kids are hitting me with nunchucks. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Wes."
"So you still coming to the Jack Ü party?"
"Of course. I'm get me a hot little outfit. Shake my butt to some Jack Ü."
"That's what I wanna see. Where you staying?"
"The Hilton near Time Square."
"Me too. We can go to dinner before the show."
"Sounds good. Have fun with the little Wesleys. I'll call you in a few days."
"Okay, Merry Christmas Ema."
"Merry Christmas, Wes." I hung up and went back downstairs.
"Oh, where did that come from?" Helen, Pharrell's wife, asked.
"Wesley's Christmas gift for giving him all these songs." Pharrell gave me a look.
"Don't look at me like that. It's just a gift. Beyoncé got me Giuseppe's."
"Mmph." He sipped his little fancy tea.

New Year's Eve Eve

Diplo's POV

Finally in NYC after many delays. Sonny been at the hotel. I checked into the hotel. After talking with Sonny I went up to my room. I dived on the bed and stretched my body out. I noticed on Ema sent me a snap. I opened the first one.
"I wanna give you a hug, but you're not here." She's in her hotel room. I sent one back.
"I wanna hug you back. Where you at?" She messaged me her room number. She's next door to me. I knocked on the conjoining door.
"Gimme my hug, girl!" She opened her door and jumped into my arms. This ain't how she be usually acting.
"I did good?"
"Yes." She let go started checking out my room. God damn. She's wearing bright pink leggings. The way her hips curve out drives me crazy.
"I'm so excited for the concert. I know you guys are gonna kill it." She laid on my bed. I laid next to her.
"I'm so hyped. It's sold out too. I never thought I would become this big."
"I did." I laughed.
"No, you didn't."
"I remember going to the block party in Philly. The way you moved that crowd with all these different sounds was crazy. Then a few years we got stuck in a studio with Usher and we made a awesome song. You got the game on lock Wes." She smiled.
"You mad decent." She laughed at her own joke.
"Thanks."
"Welcome." Her phone rang. It's bros.
"What this boy want?" She answered.
"Hi brother... no I haven't checked my email... why I told people I'm a vacay until the 2nd... just tell me since you already saw the damn email." I laughed. They're fucking hilarious to watch fight.
"... oh my God you're annoying." She rolled her eyes and opened the emails on her phone.
"Who's laughing?" Pharrell asked.
"Wesley."
"What's up man?" I asked.
"Hey man. Congrats on selling out MSG."
"Thanks."
"Oh my God!" Niema yelled jaw on the floor,
"What?" I asked.
"I'm getting honored at the Grammys!" She screamed jumping up and down.
"For what?" I asked. She picked up her phone.
"It's a new award. The Industry Legend Award. I'm getting it for my writing."
"No you're getting it for writing over 50 number one singles." I hugged her.
"I'm so proud of you girl."
"Wes, they probably emailed you too for a interview to talk about working with Nini."
"Wait I have to make a speech?" She pushed me away.
"Uh yeah." Pharrell said in a duh tone.
"I don't wanna." she whined.
"Well you gotta. Also find someone to honor you."
"Nigga you."
"Nah, that's expected. Stop being basic."
"Leave me alone." She laid down on me. Nice.
"Just keep up on your emails okay. They're gonna be updating you everyday."
"Got it. Love you."
"Love you too bye." She hung up.
"Look at my girl. Getting another Grammy." I kissed her cheek.
"I'm nervous now." Niema isn't one for being in the spotlight. You might catch her in the background of a music video sometimes. She can sing and dance. She could be the biggest stars ever.
"You deserve this. You've been writing since you were what 17? Take that shit and let people know who's writing their favorite songs."
"I'm gonna nap and cry in my head." She didn't move. I think the last time we were this close was when we were scrunched up in a elevator with Madonna's crew.
I didn't try to put my arm around her or anything just let her chill.