Trey's POV
It was eight o'clock in the morning and my classes for today were cancelled. Last night I didn't get much sleep because I kept thinking about how I needed to get over these trust issues in order to make this relationship work with Aaliyah. We've both been hurt so much that it's hard to really go 100% with one another without the fear that we'll both get hurt again. Screw it....I need to let my emotions out the best way I know how.....
Later on....
I had so much music material from over the years that I was just sitting the studio waiting to see which song I wanted to record first. After thinking about it, I grabbed my pad and went into to booth.
Trey: *sings*: this right here's a panty droppaaaaaa.......
\\Two hours later//
Trey: man I'm tired but I really need to finish this track...I now just who to call to. *takes out phone and dials number*
\\Thirty minutes later//
Drake: yo man it's good to link up with you again Trey. This a nice crib man. You balling this hard man?
Trey: Naw man it's my girl's crib. What's up 40?
40: what's up man? Damn this is some fly shit. You living big ain't it?
Trey; lol, naw my girl is. But let's get down to businesses. Ya'll want anything to drink?
Drake: naw we good.
Trey: aight let's hit the studio then *walks downstairs to the studio*
Drake: so these tracks you want me to hear.
Trey: these right here....
40: Man I think these are going to be big hits.
Drake: you know this man. It's good to see you backing recording Trey.
Trey: it's good to be back recording Drake.*door upstairs opens and closes*
Drake: your girl must be home
Liyah: Trey, baby. I'm home.
Trey: I'm down in the studio baby.
Liyah walks downstairs and smiles at Drake and 40.
Trey: baby this is my homeboy Drake and my homeboy 40.
Liyah holds her hand out for 40 to shake.
Liyah: nice to me you 40. *shakes his hand*
40: the pleasure is all mine.
Liyah: I see we meet again Drake.
Trey: Y'all know each other?
Drake: yeah from back in the day.
Liyah: he and Nicki were "good friends"
*catching her meaning I fell out laughing at Drake*
Drake*smacks teeth*: man shut up with all that laughing
Trey: nigga, you the one Nicki had whipped??? *falls out laughing again*
Drake: shut up nigga.
Liyah: *smile* anyways, what brings you tow to our home?
40: Our? This fool said this was your crib.
Liyah: technically it is but he lives her so its rightfully his as well.
Drake: anyways, we were helping him lay down some trakcs
Liyah: oooooh can I hear them.
Trey: only one of them....
Liyah: I'll take that even though you're being secretive.
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Poison
FanfictionA fictional love story of the life of Aaliyah "Poison" Haughton and Tremaine "Trigga" Neverson. What happens when power, respect, betrayal, and greed gets in the way of the perfect love story?