Forever And Always (Ariana Grande Love Story

Princesses Don't Clean

Ariana's POV:

We all stood there looking at Drake's confused body sitting on the ground.

*RING RING*

We were all startled by the noise coming out of Tony's pocket. Even Drake who jumped up to his feet with a blank expression.

"At least you still react like that to noises" Tony said

Drake just looked at him with a puppy dog expression.

"Yeah...never mind... I gotta take this call" Tony said walking out the door with the phone in his ear.

"Hey proof you coming with" Tony yelled.

Proof ran out the door trailing behind Tony.

Poor little guy must be going on another mission

I frowned to myself knowing that Drake would highly disapprove of this.

I tried to stop it but there's only so much you can do when you're a girl outnumbered by a full house of guys. Especially since they all kinda tried to...

I fluttered the memories out of my head as soon as I saw Drake walk out.

"Where are you going?" I questioned as I followed him.

"To the kitchen. I'm hungry" he mumbled as he turned around with a mouth full Doritos with crumbs falling to the ground making his cheeks look like a chipmunk with a mouth filled with nuts.

I managed to smile for once. It's been a while since I could genuinely smile and I almost forgot how much Drake did that for me.

"Well let me at least put it in a bowl you're making a mess" I said pushing him aside wiping the crumbs off the counter.

He blocked my hand as I continued to dust off the counters.

It's naturally become a habit for me picking up after this place. I always went to work to rehearse but, the season started airing on tv not too long ago leaving me with a 6 month break and nothing to do.

So every day for the past 3 months I've been coming in to check on Drake and look after Proof as much as I could.

Drake's cold hands startled me back into reality.

"I'm serious you don't have to do that" he repeated this time with a little less agitation. His eyebrows furrowed with an almost sorrow like expression forming on the wrinkles of his forehead.

"No it's fine really, it's not that big of a mess" I assured him.

"But" he said smiling looking at me " a beautiful girl like you should not be cleaning such an ugly mess like this" he said wiping the counter off himself.

"After all" he said looking into my eyes this time. "Princesses don't clean"

Princess.. He's said that to me once before. Does he remember?

I looked up at him with questioning eyes. Trying to see any indication that he might be remembering.

"Well you know Cinderella had to clean up messes" I said smiling at him.

"Ah but what I do remember" he said running his fingers through my hair. "Is that Cinderella did not have red hair" he smirked.

"Well I don't remember Cinderella cleaning up Doritos messes" I giggled walking away.

"Well then Cinderella" he said following me pulling me back. "Where's your glass slipper?" He said pointing down.

"Oh don't you remember?" I laughed spinning out of his arms. "I lost them at the ball." I almost sung out twisting like a ballerina.

"Oh" he laughed showing his white teeth, spinning me closer to his body. "I guess i was just too lost in your eyes to notice" he said looking directly into my eyes smiling, we were practically inches away from each other's faces. I swear I think he remembers but I didn't want to push it.

Then the front door slammed.

"Ay Caramba. Give him at least a day to settle in with his memory chica" Ray-Dog said.

I rolled my eyes as he walked passed and I turned around to Drake smiling at me again.

"What?" I questioned him giggling a little.

"Nothing" he said looking down.

"Tell me" I said lifting his chin up.

"I just wish I could remember you." He said backing away from me.

"We- were we like together?" His eyebrows furrowed in. Making that cute confused expression as his eyes widened with curiosity and his lips trembled with fear.

"No" I said sadly.

His whole expression dropped as he nodded is head as to comprehend what he heard.

"But" I said walking towards him. "That doesn't mean I don't like you" I said smiling.

Did. I. Really. Just. Say. That.

What if he regains his memory back?! What if he remembers everything and me and doesn't actually like me just thought of me in a friend-

And in that moment. I felt a warmth brush up against my lips. Standing just barely an inch from me Drake put his hand on my back pulling me in closer. He tilted his hand as if to lean in and in response I put my hand on his cheek. Slowly brushing it by. I wasn't thinking in the moment only on instinct and desire. I closed my eyes and started to lean in, until I realized Drake was on the floor crying.

(I bet you miss them cliffhangers tho 👍👌😂)