Drake's Cousin

-19 Years Old-

Some people are born with luck, others find it, and some people just find themselves surrounded by lucky people. I happened to be surrounded by my cousin, Drake, perhaps one of the luckiest people ever.

I'm the younger cousin of everyone's favorite light skin rapper/singer. His favorite younger cousin of course. Despite his fame and fortune, I had and always will see him as Aubrey.

  Being Drake's cousin has tons and I mean tons of benefits. First, I could get into the VIP section of any club I wanted to. Second, Aubrey would shower me with expensive gifts, for no reason. I never needed them, my parents were pretty well off all things considered.

Of course, that also meant I had my fair share of people that were jealous and hated me. So upon graduating high school, I had only 3 main friends. Stacy, Kayla, and Saden, so I guess you could say that I'm a lonely ass bitch.

One of Aubrey's latest gifts to me were tickets to this guy whom he believed had potential. He wanted me to scope him out and see if he really was talented. I had researched him a bit to make sure my info was legit. His stage name is The Weeknd and his real name was Abel Tesfaye. There were like no pictures of him to be found anywhere on the internet so I can't wait to see him in person.

Coming along with me were my best and only friends. Aubrey had provided us with basic ass tickets so that we would be "undercover" upon entering the club. He doesn't want this guy to know that he has people eyeing him yet. I know  it's  going to suck not being able to go backstage. I love hanging with the talent and the wild after parties that come with it. For some dumb reason, more than likely trying to impress me, Saden kept claiming to be related to The Weeknd in some way despite not even knowing any of his songs or being able to describe him.

The concert is about to start in 3 hours so I start getting ready. For my hair, I've formed probably the most elegant messy bun in my career of making messy buns. For makeup, I just put on some mascara, eyeliner, and my signature purple lipstick. (Heroine by Mac). For my outfit, I grab a black crop top that's crisscross and shows off a nice amount of my skin. Then I pull on my black ripped up skinny jeans, and my gamma blue 11s. I text everyone that I'm on my way and to be ready when I come to pick them up. On my way out, I decide to take my navy blue Chanel purse and throw on a gold chain necklace. I say goodbye to my parents and grab the keys to my black Mercedes Benz.

The first house I pull up to is Kayla's and she comes out wearing her traditional stud attire. She's wearing a light blue polo shirt with light wash blue jeans and high top Air Force ones.

"Hey, how's it going?" I ask and when I glance at her hand as she enters the car, I notice a gold ring on her finger. It has S&K engraved on it. Hmm, I wonder if they'll ever come out to me, I mean they'll have to eventually.

"Everything has been amazing!" Kayla smiles widely. I smile back drive off to Stacy's house.

When we pulled up at Stacy's house, she was wearing a jake the dog crop top, ripped blue jeans with some high top red converse.

We arrive at the club where the concert is going to be and I'm surprised to see how many people are already here. My crew and I flash the bouncer our tickets and go on inside. We hustle our way to the front and some guy announces that The Weeknd will be out in 5 minutes.
- 5 minutes later-
The Weeknd walks out on stage and I'm not going to lie, he's  hella cute. I don't know how to describe his hairstyle, but it was grown out and shit. As soon as he makes his way to the microphone, we somehow manage to lock eyes and simultaneously smile at each other. He seems slightly nervous and slightly high off of something. He started off singing some old school songs by Michael Jackson, and I was shocked. His voice pretty much sounded like the King of Pop's but with his own unique twist. When he starts singing P.Y.T, I swear he's  looking me dead in the eyes, and I actually feel  a spark. He follows the MJ covers with some of what I hope are his original songs.
         After the Concert
I know I have to meet him. I absolutely have to meet Abel Tesfaye. As soon as he disappears behind the stage, I dash over to where a bouncer is waiting to let people backstage. "Lemme see your passes." The bouncer orders lazily.

I awkwardly smile, "Well, we don't have passes, but trust me when I tell you that Abel wants to see me. Hell, I even promise you that."

"Listen, lady, I'm not new to this. No pass, no entrance." The bouncer said as he crosses  his arms to emphasize his point.

"Well he's actually my cousin, so you know." Saden smiled cockily. My girls and I laugh.

"Yo, Abel! I got some chick claiming you want to meet her and some nigga claiming you're his cousin." The bouncer yells as he turns around to the area behind him.

Abel walks up shortly after his name is called, looks at Saden, and bursts out laughing. "We're definitely not related, kid. As for her, she's free to come back with me anytime." He smiles and I return one back. I turn to Stacy and hand her my keys.

"Please don't scratch up my baby," I ask as the bouncer finally lets me head back. I have no idea what's going to come out of this and I really don't care.
Backstage
"So what's your name?" He asked.

"Courtney, what's yours?" I asked. So what if I may have already known, I wanted to see how he'd respond back.

"You came to see me and you don't even know my name?" He chuckled to himself. "I'm Abel." 

"Well, what can I say, Abel, I heard you were talented and so I had to see."

"Did you like what you got to see?"

"I loved it. You've got potential."

He smiled as he walked over to a desk and pulled out a blunt. "You smoke?"

"Yeah, it's just been a while," I replied as he lit it and blew a smoke ring before handing it to me. I did the same but blew several smoke rings towards him and he inhaled them before exhaling.

"My boys and I are getting together tonight. You wanna come with me?" He asked.

"Hell yeah!" I said enthusiastically.

"Alright then let's go."

                     At the Party
By the time we made it to the party, everything was already in full swing. It was lit. There were a shit ton of strippers and people doing drugs. I even think I saw a guy getting a blowjob in the corner.

"You good?" Abel asks. I shook my head yes, it was too late to back out now.

"You ever try lean before?" He asks as one of his friends comes over and hands him some white cups.

"No, what's that?" I ask. I may have gone clubbing a lot, but I had never really experimented with any drugs other than weed. Aubrey would've killed me if he ever found out that I was doing something stronger than weed.

Abel laughs before pulling me off to a corner. He leaves me there for a few minutes before returning  with a can of sprite and what looks like cough syrup.

"Okay, listen, so all you have to do is crack it, pour it, then sip slow." As he instructed me on what to do, he also demonstrated and made it. He handed me the white styrofoam cup and I followed Abel's instructions for drinking the mixture. I could almost literally feel it going through me. I choked a little bit, but it felt nice going down. It didn't take long before I started really feeling its effects.

                   -10 minutes later-

By now, Abel and I were completely high and I was out of my mind. We had now found our way to a bedroom and were kissing. I have no idea when our clothes came off, but they did and right now Abel had his head between my thighs. And the way he was working his tongue had me about to explode.

I close my eyes as I feel  him part my legs, and slide into me. It hurts a bit at first since I'm a virgin, so I tighten my arms around him as his hips come up to meet mine, pulling him more deeply inside of me. I moan loudly as he moves inside of me, letting himself fill me up again, until we both climaxed.

After that, we both fell asleep and the next morning I woke up to a text from Aubrey. He was asking if Abel was any good. 'Oh, he's perfect' I typed as I smiled to myself. I texted Stacy my location and told her to pick me up. I didn't care if it was 6 am, her ass was going to come.