misconception - A Drake Story

25

Aubrey

I watched the back and forth between Ramsey and my mom.

My mom had been throwing these hardcore questions and all Ramsey is doing is killing perfectly them every time. She's not giving up just like I hoped. My mom must have ran out of questions because they've been staring at each other for about 5 minutes now.

"Mom, I think we should get going. We have some plans for today and we have to go pick up Indigo from the kennel." I unwrapped my arm from Ramsey and went over to my mom.

"You sure you guys have to go?" She asked me still looking at Ramsey. I bent down to kiss her cheek and gave her a quick hug.

"It was nice seeing you Ms. Graham." Ramsey said leaving out the kitchen with a wave.

I looked at my mom and couldn't think of nothing to say so I shook my head.

"I like her Aubrey."

"Oh really? I couldn't tell."

"Yes really. She seems to really care about you but she's not out of the woods yet." She sat her cup in the sink trynna act all nice.

"Yeah, okay." I followed in Ramsey's foot steps and left the kitchen to see her putting on her shoes. I slipped on my timberlands and got both our coats from the rack. She took hers from me and put it on quickly. I watched her the whole time just admiring her. She survived my mom's crazy ass questions.

"What?" She looked up at me zipping up her coat.

"Nothing. I just love you that's all."

She came to me and kissed my lips. "I love you too."

I took my keys from my pocket and headed for the door. "Mom we're leaving." Ramsey left out first but of course my mom had to come and say her "last goodbyes".

"Will you make it over for dinner tomorrow? It's the second Saturday or the month. You haven't been to one in a while." I completely forgot about that.

My whole team and I always come to my mom's house for a family dinner since everyone sort of gravitated towards her once I started to get really famous. I haven't been to one since I tore my ACL. Which I need to get checked out, it's still hurting even after surgery. Wearing a knee brace almost twenty four hours a day is supposed to help me not further my healing process.

"Yeah we'll be there."

"We? I thought it was just a team thing."

"It is. But Ramsey's part of the team. She knows everybody, and everybody loves her." She scuffed and walked away. "I take that as a yes she can come."

She didn't respond so I walked out the house and locked the door behind me before she could stop me again.

Ramsey

I watched Aubrey and 40 playing around with the sound board listening to his part on this song he's doing with Rihanna.

He asked me a million times if it was okay for him to do the song with her and I'm okay with it. I actually like the song so far and wouldn't mind hearing it all the way through. I don't mind him being friends with her and doing music with one another.  But! The only problem i had with them hanging out everyday like I don't exist. That's not happening this time around.

Indigo laid next to Aubrey's chair as he sung lowly to the song. His phone lit up next to me on the couch for the millionth time since we've been down here. I picked it up to see it was Jade.

I turned his phone to airplane mode so no messages or calls could come through.

My stomach growled loudly over the music even. Shit I'm hungry. I left out the studio and back into the house. They were so in the zone they must not heard me leave.

Aubrey turned one of the pool houses into a studio so be wouldn't have to travel back and forth to place to place to record his music. 

I slid open the back door and headed to the kitchen to get some snacks. My phone started ringing in my pocket right as I opened the fridge. I pulled my phone out to see it was Keith.

"Ohhhhh now you wanna answer my calls?" He said being extra dramatic.

"Shut up."

"Nah you about to hear Sosa's shit after you been ignoring me for almost two weeks now." I put the phone on speaker and grabbed a whole bunch of stuff out pantry. "Last time I seen you, you was crying your eyes out over that scrub ass dude. Now you all over everybody's instagram with that ol banana head ass nigga."

"Oh hush. I'm sure you had some part in it."
I went into the fridge and looked for some juice. Keith isn't slick. How else would Aubrey know where I am?

"Damn Skippy. I was sick and tired of you being sick and tired, so I met up with ya lil boyfriend and told him he needed to fix y'all shit and start claiming yo ass. I guess the shit worked if you ain't answering my calls."

"Oh he's doing all the claiming in the world now. Thank you K."

"Yeah, Yeah. Save the shit. You can thank me by answering my calls and taking pictures for the photo shoot since my photographer doing some over seas bullshit." I raised my eyebrows.

"You want lil ol' me to take your pictures?"

"Yes. You the only person I know besides that nigga Brenton who can snap some good pictures. You went to school for this shit, it's about time you put that shit to use."

He's right. All that time I spent in school is going to waste. I majored in journalism and minored in photography for a minute. But three years of college went in the toilet when Aubrey came. It's time to do something for me.

"Imma do it."

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