I'm So Proud Of You

Chapter 8.2

Drake POV
Initiate Operation Enter + Exit the Friendzone

All systems are go , go , go !!

Where to ?

Well, little wastemen , that's for me to know and y'all to find out..

That's all I have to give.

Author POV

Both girls woke up with a monster of a headache, a consequence of the previous night's events. The normal hangover routine kicked in: the major tidying up, taking a whole bunch of pills and potions for their hangover and the fixing of their appearance.

Both girls had finally sat themselves together eating bowls of granola and discussing the plans for the day trying to avoid anyone that they needed to.

Not that there would be any celebrities visiting the mall they were going to... Just a few high key stalkers and crazy ass fans have been known to make an appearance from time to time.

As you may know, it's in Barbie's nature to love all things fashion : whether it may be the shopping process , photo shoots modelling or maybe designing her own outfits for company's.

Most of the time they were talking that early morning, Beyoncé observed Nicki. I mean the main Nicki not any of the others. It's a common stereotype to think that when someone has multiple personality disorder, the original person is somewhat boring.

That's not the case with Nicki.

She has always been a vibrant character, who never really had a filter in what she says. Always been a please to hang out with. Her only troubles are being one to bottle things up and helping others but not having anyone to talk to except from expressing it in rap or song.

It's amazing how one person's decision is another persons downfall ,Beyoncé thought while she devouring a banana.

Nicki POV

At around 12pm , we both jumped into my Lamborghini and decided to drive the long way to the mall.

You know, for boasting purposes.

Bey insisted that she drove, which took me aback a little seeing as it was my own car. Anyway we blasted out Hot 97 on the drive there screaming out " I know when that hotline bling" with the top down. We looked a little bit weird from a onlookers point of view.. Just two well known celebrities being silly and speeding at the same time. Oh, and scream/singing in tune right ?

Yeah totally Nicki... sounding on fleek of course (!)

Anyway, managing not to run into the police, we eventually pulled up to the mall in good time. We ensured that we parked in the special VIP area, where we knew my beloved car will kept securely under lock and key. Although, it took me some time to put the car's safety into another man's hands...

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" Bey, I don't think I can just leave it here, ever so defenseless!!! If something happens to this car.... damn lemme not even think of that.. " I say whining and moaning about my baby- I mean car. I made sure to stroke it for the past time then handing the keys hesitantly to the valet driver.

" Nicki, dear dear Nicki don't cry too hard baby girl.." She says cooing me and pinching at my flawless cheeks.

WHAT IS WITH EVERYONE TOUCHING UP ON ME AND MY CHEEKS. LIKE AIN'T NO TEDDY BEAR AROUND HERE...