Los Angeles, CA
10:00 AM
Nicki was passed out on her living room sofa in her club dress from the night before. Last nights make up rubbed off onto her hands when she wiped her eyes. A fuzzy figure came standing over her holding something in her face.
Gisele: "Nicki... Nic.. Your drunk ass don't hear this Phone ringing ? Here.."
She responded groggy and still half asleep.
Nicki: "who is it?"
Gisele: (rubbing her eyes) "I think it's Meek, it's FaceTime "
That made her jump and sit up. She waved the phone away from her and mouthed the words "no".
Nicki: "FaceTime Gisele really? I look crazy!" (She mumbled)
Gisele: "just take the damn phone, he already know you here.." (She said lowly)
Nicki: "tell him I'm sleep!" (She whispered)
Gisele: "girl... (Holding the phone up to her face) Here she go Meek... Yea your welcome boo... (Mumbling) ... Wit cho Fine ass"
Gisele brushed Nicki off and put the phone in her hand. "You bitch!" She shouted under her breath as Gisele rolled her eyes and walked into the bedroom with a blanket hanging over her shoulders. She gathered herself, quickly pulled back her tangled hair and turned the phone so it was showing her face. An unknown number sat at the top of the screen.
She was shocked to see Meek on the other end staring at her calmly with his hand rested on his Chin. She noticed him looking behind and past her.
Meek: "was sup.. I see you was lit last nite (not waiting for an answer) why you Keep playing with me for huh Nicki?"
Nicki: "who's playing? .. Hello to you too Meek"
She rolled her eyes sighing into the phone. He was sitting in a chair shirtless and stood up to pace around the room. His jaw was clenched tight and his expression borderline livid.
Meek: "hello!? (He chuckled) Who the nigga you was with last night shorty?!"
Nicki: "A nigga I was with? (She repeated) really Meek...."
She held her onto her throbbing head. The hangover was terrible and Meek's rage wasn't making it better. She couldn't even think straight to answer any of his questions.
Meek: "What you don't - ...you fucking with a ball player nigga now? ... That was quick ... Got the nigha all over yo snap !" (Frustrated)
Nicki: "this is about snapchat again? Meek its to early for this...this hangover is KILLING me... call me back later at like 5 ..Yeah? yeah."
Meek chuckled angrily and highly irritated.
Meek: " I don't care about NO hangover! (He stressed) "
Nicki: "Ooohkay... Well Your mad ... So I'm gonna lay back down"
Meek: "I ain't mad (He lied) Listen, its a flight leaving to Philly in two hours.. Take something for your headache and get on it."
Nicki: "(laughing) Are you serious? NO.. No YOU don't get to call no shots around here Meek Mill.. !"
Meek: "I'm really not trying to ask you again "
Nicki: "Fine ! Then don't! Send for the bitch that was answering yo phone the other day!"(She gritted)
Meek: "answering my phone? (he tripped up) Fuck is you even talm about?! Ain't no bitch answer my..."
