Frenemy {Daveed Diggs x Reader} (Under Construction)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸

𝚈/𝙽 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I walked to the door of the recording studio, putting a quick smile on my face and taking a deep breath before going in.

The eyes of my friends and Daveed were on me.

"Heeey guys!" I waved, my voice cracking a bit.

"The hell is wrong with you?" Daveed asked, looking at me in confusion.

"Oh nothing. It's all good, Dad just wants us to move a bit faster if we're gonna have your album out by summer." I chuckle nervously.

I could tell Rafa wasn't buying it, "Uh huh." He looks at me up and down.

Rafa and I met in college, freshman year, but one could imagine my surprise when I found out Rafa and Adrienne actually met online and were on the edge of being together.

Rafa of course being the guy that he was at the time was a bit cocky and I didn't trust him at all. But because Adrienne begged me to get to know him, which I did, eventually.

We had the same music production class and luckily for us, we were partners.

With his sick ass beats and my lyrical genius self, we were top of the class! Rafa became my brother from another mother. My partner in crime!

Rafa, Adrienne and I were the new age Harry, Hermoine, and Ron. Me of course being the, (One of the three) of the group.

As we got into our junior year Rafa's best friend from Oakland was transferring for his last two years, Daveed Diggs.

A rapper.

A damn good one.

I'd be lying if I said Daveed and I didn't have some history back when we were in college but that's a story for later, isn't it?

"Yeah. So anyway, the game plan is simple! Rafa and I help you produce this album, You do your little rap and shit, Adrienne does her boss job of marketing and sales, then boom, a Grammy!" I say with enthusiasm.

"A Grammy is acquired through hard work and-" Daveed starts but I cut him short.

"Oh please, It's all rigged. If the plan fails, Claire will most definitely take a bribe."

Everyone stares at me in surprise.

"What? You know I'm right! Anyway, let's do this thing!" I clap my hands.

<<>>

Rafa, and I were sitting in front of the mixing table sampling beats to work with while Daveed was working on lyrics and Adrienne was working with marketing and sending emails.

"Okay, so this one is called Shooter, what you got?" Daveed asks.

I connect my laptop to the mixing table and Rafa presses play.

The beat starts and we all nod along, it's good, but maybe Daveed's rapping can make it even better.

Rafa and I turn to Daveed as he flips his notebook pages, I hope he doesn't fuck this up.

Daveed reads off his notebook and starts to rap,

"Don't move nothin', statue

Shooter 'bout to go nuts, cashew

Need cash off the books, past due

Real cheese for the cooks, rat food

He got drums for that ass, get fucked

Get your face rearranged, Nip/Tuck

Do heavy in the streets, big truck

Give money, get money, that's a stick up

Wallet or your life, choose one

Come up off the lettuce, crouton

You been sleepin' on the shooters, futon

No donation on computers, move on

Clerk's shittin' in his drawers, skid row

Thought shit was just a hood game, skip rope

Shooter read the face real quick, CliffsNotes

Kissed the shoe with the .45, mistletoe"

"That's all I got." Daveed stops.

Damn that was good.

"You always do your shit Diggs!" Rafa slaps his knee.

"Not bad." I shrug not wanting to show I actually care.

"Am I tripping or was that a half compliment?" Daveed asks turning to me.

I shake my head, "I'll take it back if you keep talking about it."

He smiles, which could light up a room, "There's no taking it back, it's too late."

Daveed looked back to his notebook and I roll my eyes, trying to hide a smile, probably failing. But I didn't know that.

Rafa nudged me and mumbled, "Keep in your pants. What happened to being done with him?"

I put my hand over his mouth, "SHHH shut up!"

Daveed and Adrienne's heads snapped up to look at us.

I quickly moved my hand away from Rafa's mouth, "Who do you think you are trying to spoil (show you're gonna watch, but probably not finish), for me? I haven't started!"

"Well damn, I'm sorry!" Rafa goes along with my lie.

"But seriously, you need to hop on the train soon or someone on twitter will spoil it for you." Rafa rolls his eyes.

"Anyway," I say wanting to move on,

I started to look at my notes, I had an idea for the hook,  "Alright Daveed, how about for the hook we have,

You don't want it with a shooter

Cause he got guns and the shit gon' bang

Yeah, the shooter brought guns and the shit go bang

Hands up, got guns in this bitch, go bang

Motherfucker better run when this shit go." 

Everyone turned to me, but I wasn't surprised, "But I'm not a rapper!" I smile quoting Supa Hot Fire (shoutout to the king tho)

"Damn that was good, and you're sitting here, producing for Daveed." Rafa says shaking his head. 

"Did you just insult me?" Daveed was taken back. "Did he just insult me?" He turns to Adrienne, who winces and shrugs. 

Daveed turns back to me and looks as if he's hesitating to say something. 

"It was good. We should use it." He says stands up. 

He grabbed my notes where I had written the hook and typed it into his phone. 

Walking into the booth, he puts his headphones on. 

As Daveed is rapping Rafa couldn't contain his smile. 

"This is gonna be so fucking good." 

<<<>>>>

Hey! 

I'm not dead! Just been having a existential crisis here and there.

I know this is short, but I promise it'll be worth the wait when it's finished!

I can maybe even finish the second book and make it better because even I didn't even know what the plot was for that. 

Thanks for the support <3

✨Zai