Drake's Cousin

-21 Years Old-

Abel's POV
The next morning, I wake up with a girl wrapped  in my arms. I turn her head a bit to see that it's Courtney. Great, so I really had fucked Drake's cousin last night. Had it been worth me possibly getting killed by Drake for? I wasn't exactly sure about that. She was passionate, but she was lacking the experience that I was used to.

It was weird to have woken up with her in my arms. Usually in my case, my one night stand would be gone the next morning, but here I was still in her bed. I very rarely ever fucked the same girl twice, for that to even happen she'd have to have a wow factor. Besides why would I? I could have a different girl every day of the week.

"Hey, wake up!" I say shaking her gently.

"Oh hey. It's you, you're still here?" I couldn't really tell if she was asking me or just shocked.

"Yeah," I say as I get out of the bed and start searching for my phone.

"You want some pancakes? I'm gonna make some." She asks.

"Wait what? Did you just offer me pancakes?" I ask. Great. This is exactly what I needed, Drake's cousin to have a crush on me. Let's be honest here, girls that know they're one night stands do not wake up the next morning and cook breakfast. Now, I was going to have to explain to her about how I don't do relationships and just hope she isn't crazy and tells her cousin some wild story or some shit like that.

"Yeah, I did. In case you haven't noticed, you're in with my cousin now so we're probably going to start seeing a lot more of each other. So we might as well get over the awkwardness now and become friends. Right?"

"You're right," I say seeing the truth in what she said.

"Of course I am. So now I guess I'll tell you more about me. My name is Courtney, but you know that. I was born in Toronto, but I've lived in Atlanta most of my life. I'm an aspiring actress, and I know one day I'll make it big. Oh and I'm 21."

"Whoa! You're 21?"

"I do believe that's what I said."

"That's good like that's really fucking good."

"How is that good?"

"Because it means you were 19, when we first fucked. Which means I didn't screw a little girl."

"What the fuck! How old did you think I was?"

"Maybe like 16 or 17. I was really hoping you were at least 18. I forgot to ID you, I got caught up in wanting to fuck you." I say smirking even though now that I think about it, that would've ruined my career. Courtney busts out laughing and her laugh is slick adorable.

"Power of the pussy! Works every time!" She remarks, while casually flipping the pancakes. They smell so good. I couldn't wait to dive in. If they taste as good as they smell then I could maybe see this friendship thing working out. Plus, it would be nice to eat something that was food again.

"So what's your story?"

"I dropped outta high school with my best friend Lamar. We found this place and called it The House of Balloons. We lived there until we got kicked out and we roamed around Toronto homeless."

"You were homeless?"

"Yes."

"Wow, that's insane. These days you could fly around the entire country just for fun. Or even fuck a girl for every day of the week."

"Don't give me any ideas." I say and Courtney laughs.

"So, lemme guess after this, you'll be heading to the studio, and then to the airport right?"

"Yup! I'm surprised that you don't travel on tour with your cousin."

"I used to. Way back before he was this famous but it was always too much trouble to get me into clubs, plus he didn't want to keeping exposing me to his lifestyle. Besides, my life is in Atlanta."

"Well, when this tour is over, I'm taking you to Toronto. It'll be fun, I swear."

"I'd love to. A childhood friend of mine moved there and I haven't seen her since. It would be so crazy if I ran into her."

She smiled at the thought of that and we finished the rest of breakfast in silence until it was time for me to leave for the studio. We shook hands and I found a ride. Who knew sex and pancakes could lead into friendship this fast?