Call Me Mr. Alsina

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¤Drake¤

"Alright coo." Was all I said before walking in and setting my bag down. August walked into the living room sitting on his couch and grabbing his Ps4 remote. "What you wanna watch Drizzy? " August asks not looking at me. I like the way he call me Drizzy it rolls off his tongue so nicely....wait nigga say what?! I'm straight the fuck...anyway lemme ask my baby...on my soul I need to stop I'm not fucking gay! "Um let's watch Unborn that scary movie wit that lil nigga." I say as I walk over to his couch and sit down next to him. "Mmm ight you ain't gon bitch out are you Drizzy?" August asked. Ooh back wit that nickname again it just sends tingles....woah what the actual fuck?..."Uh nah ian gon be a bitch. Got me fucked up." I say all confident and shit.

¤A Few Minutes Into The Movie¤
¤August Pov¤

I'm sitting here smiling and shit. Drake all hugged up against me shaking and shit. Talm bout he ain't scared psh nigga please. "Drake I thought you wasn't scared?" "I'm not I'm just...cold yea I'm cold." I just laughed. I looked at his face and it look sad. He ended up going upstairs to his room and slamming the door. Ugh I guess I gotta go see wassup. I walk up the stairs and knock on his door. "Drake I'm sorry, can you open the door?" I said not really being sorry. That shit was funny as fuck! "No I'm going to sleep should've never made fun of me." He said sounding sassy. "Nigga come on open the damn door for I bust it down!"

¤Drakeeee¤

"Nigga come on open the damn door for I bust it down!" August yelled. Lawd him when yells its...its..wow. I couldn't resist I had to obey. " Oh..Okay." I said uneasy. I opened the door to see his arms on both sides of the door. "Move." I did so and sat down on the bed. "Wassup wit chu I said sorry and you ain't open the fuckin door. Why you ain't open the door man. I fuckin said S-O-R-R-Y." This nigga really spelled it out. "You made fun of me shit pissed me off." "Well I know that but you ain't have to flip out about it." After that he walked to the kitchen. I kinda felt bad I did overreact I should apologize. "August." I said walking down the stairs. I heard him on the phone and stayed on the second to last step so I could listen. "Nicki set up a meeting with my manager for tomorrow I gotta talk wit him to see if I could do a feature with you." Nicki? The fuck why he talking to her? She ain't tell me she worked for him. Ima have to ask him about it. "Ight bye NiNi." I walked down the rest of the stairs and called his name once more. "Yea wassup?" "Why were you talkin to Nicki? And yall got fuckin nicknames too the fuck?!" "Chillax Drizzy...I was asking her to see if I could do a feature with her for a song I'm writing." There he goes with that name again...lawd that's gonna be the death of me. "I'm sorry August." I say as I walk back upstairs to my "room" for now. I quickly let the darkness overtake me as I drifted off to sleep.

¤August¤

I heard his light snores. I took this chance to leave. I need to get away for I do something that'll ruin this.

I went in my red foreign car and headed to the strip club. I need to get things outta my head.

As I was driving I saw tons of prostitutes I just cringed and parked my car. And headed in. I heard my song PornStar blasting.

After like 20 minutes I found this bitch named Honey I'm bringing her home so I can get this frustration out cuz it ain't good fo me. Maybe if I get with a bitch I won't be gay and like drake..