Different (Starring You and Drake)

Chapter 8

Just a little brief note, I'm kind of tired of coming up with titles that fit each chapter AND correspond with the whole Drake song theme, so instead I'll just name each part by it's chapter number! :)

DRAKE'S POV

(YN's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=115851765 )

Holding her tightly against my chest, my heart melted a little. She wrapped her arms around my waist & I could feel my shirt growing damp where her face was pressed against. 

"What's wro--"

Her muffled voice stopped me before I could finish my question.

"Stop. J-just stop. D-don't talk, OK? Ju-just hold me, OK? Just hold me and keep me together because I swear I'm going to fall ap-apart any second n-now, a-and I... I'm just tired."

I tightened my arms around her and rested my head on top of hers before inching our bodies into her apartment and closing the door behind us.

After a few minutes, her breathing slowed down and she slowly pulled away from me. I reluctantly released her and looked into her bloodshot eyes. 

"You smoke???"

Her face contorted with confusion.

"Huh?"

"I said, you smoke?"

Her eyes did a quick sweep of her apartment and settled back on mine.

"Your pupils. They're huge..."

Finally, after my words registered in her mind, she slowly nodded and shrugged.

"I needed release. I don't do it often."

I nodded in understanding and stood there, watching her look at a spot on the wall absentmindedly. Suddenly, she turned and walked into a room. I stood in my spot, unsure of whether to follow her or wait here. 

"Are you coming or not?" I heard her voice call out from within the room. 

Slowly, I followed her voice. On my way to her room, I passed a table in her kitchen area that was covered with letter and papers. I stopped paused for a little while and glance over them. Bills. 

"Aubrey?" she called again.

I broke my stare and continued on into the room. Once inside, I found her sitting on the edge of her bed staring at a picture in a frame next to her bed.

I walked over to her and was about to sit on her bed when I saw a beanbag on the floor. Picking up the beanbag and moving it closer to to her, I kept my eyes on YN as she remained perfectly still. Staring at that picture.

"Who's that?" I asked as I plopped down on the beanbag by her feet.

"My baby."

Damn! She's got a kid? I felt my face growing hot so I looked down and rubbed my neck.

"Oh. I didn't know you had a kid... What's his name?"

I felt her eyes on me as cautiously brought mine up to meet hers trying to look nonchalant.

"He's not my kid," she chuckled. "He's my little brother. I just call him my baby."

Her eyes got this far away look. Like she was somewhere else. 

"He's my world. Before he was born, I remember being so mad at my mom for having another kid for some guy who she knew wouldn't stay and at such a late age. But as soon as he was born and I got to hold his tiny body in my arms, that was it. I was roped in. And when he opened his little eyes and looked right at me, I knew I would gladly go to the moon and back for that kid."