A Rare Chance (Drake Fan-fiction)

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"Runnin' through the 6 with my woes

Countin' money you know how it goes

Pray the real live forever man

Pray the fakes get exposed"

The lyrics to Drake's "Know yourself" blasted in the background as I sang along while getting ready for his concert tonight. I was in the mirror applying the finishing touches to my makeup. I decided to go with a natural look, using neutral shades of eyeshadow and lipstick.

"Imma need you to wing my eyeliner." My twin sister said as she barged into my bathroom. This girl never knocked.

"What? No please?" I rolled my eyes at her as she propped herself on the counter.

I took the liquid liner out of her hands and began to apply it to her lids. With a quick motion I made an elongated stroke that resembled a cat's eye or a wing.

"I'm wearing gold dress. Try not to dress like me." She said as she hopped off of the counter and exited the bathroom not even bothering to say thank you or close the door back the way she met it.

After I was finished getting dressed, I headed to my full length mirror to see how I looked. I had on high waisted, leather jeggings with a low cut, lace crop top that made my bust look really good. My hair was perfect, the wand curls rested on my shoulders. I stood staring at myself for at least five minutes.

"Shoes! What shoes?" I muttered to myself.

Since my top and bottom were both black I needed another color to make myself stand out. But I was still leaning towards neutral tones. I choose a pair of beige Christian Louboutin heels and a Yves Saint Laurent clutch that matched. I slipped on my olive bomber jacket and got one last look at myself in the mirror just before my housekeeper knocked on my door and said that the Uber was here.

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The driver was outside of the white Range Rover Sport waiting on us and when I got close enough to the vehicle, he opened the door for me to get in. We didn't have to wait long for my sister, she came out shortly after.

My mouth dropped when I saw her. She looked as if she was heading to some red carpet event. Her dress wasn't just "gold" like she said, it was a sparkly, glitter type gold that attracted the attention of every light in our front yard. Her dress was so short and tight that I'm sure she'd be spending the entire night pulling it down every ten seconds. To top off her attire, she had on a tan, faux, fur coat. Not the overly plush ones but the one she had on was still an over do.

"Umm, are we going to a concert or some nightclub?", I asked eyeing her as she got in the car.

"Technically, the concert is at a nightclub. But I've got a date afterwards so I gotta dress to impress."

I didn't even bother asking who this mystery guy was. It felt like every two weeks my sister was dating a different guy and I, on the other hand, couldn't even get a text back.

"I like to play the field" she once told me. But don't get me wrong, she wasn't a slut, she doesn't sleep with these guys, at least that's what she convinced me.

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