Strawberry Sweet

.The Truth Behind What Happened.

🍓Chapter Twenty One: The Truth Behind What Happened 🍓

🍓 Strawberry Sweet🍓

Dear, reader. I will keep this short, however you should know that this chapter is a flash back to what happened after Nichole and Drake had gotten drunk. 

(In Drakes POV, of course ;>)

.Drake.

After drink, upon drink, upon drink, Nichole is wasted. Me? No. I've built up quite a tolerance for alcohol. But yes, I have to admit. I'm a little tipsy.

It also doesnt help that Nichole's body is smaller than my own so it makes sense that the same amount of alchohol would effect her more than me.

"Isn't is weird how, like, cats, are like small dogs, that like fish?" She Asks.

"I guess" I laugh. "You know drunk Nichole is funnier then sober Nichole" I laugh at her.

"I can be really fun when I'm sober, you're just always killing the mood" She humphs out.

Ouch.

"So, Mr. Big-Bad-Drake." Nichole reffers to me, slightly slurring her words.

She crawls over to me and places a hand on my lap, our faces inches apart.

"Are you gonna take advantage of drunk Nichole?"

My breathing quickens. Where did this cocky Nichole come from?

I scoot away from her and she leans back with a confused look on her face.

"I dont sleep with drunk girls when im perfectly sober. Its wrong." I let out a sigh knowing she probably didnt like that answer.

"Oh..." is all she says before the only thing we can hear is the crickets outside.

The sound of water droplets splashing onto wood inturupts our perfect silence and we both look at each other.

"Shit" she mutters. The water starts leaking through the poorly built roof leaking onto us. In a matter of minutes we're soaking and freezing.

"Let's get back to the house" she suggests and I nod, completely okay with that idea.

We jump down from the tree house, although quite drunk she manages to not die, and I land on my feet like a pro.

Not to be smug or anything.

She runs through the trees and twigs getting slapped by the stems that fire back.

"Come on, princess" I say while picking her up. "I'll get you there" she clutches onto my shoulders and lays her head on my chest. Without another word I carry her back to the house.

After five more minutes of walking we make it to the house and up to the bedroom. "It's f-freezing in here" she slurs.

"Would you like me to turn the heater up?" I ask. She nods and I turn around to click the thermostat to 70. When I turn back to her she has her pants off and her shirt over her head.

"Woah, what are you doing?" I ask shielding the view of her half naked body from my vision.

"It's cold, my clothes are wet" she says, taking her shirt off the rest of the way.

"Then put different clothes on, Nick" I suggest. She should have more clothes in her house, right?

"I sleep in my underwear" she mumbles putting her hair into a messy bun.

I know thats a lie. I know she sleeps in those white skimpy shorts.

"Can you sleep with me?" She asks. I was about to object the idea when she speaks up again. "I don't want to be alone tonight" he voice breaks causing my heart to sink to my stomach.

Whats the correct answer here?

"I'm sorry- I jus-st." She stutters clutching her left arm with her right hand.

"Shh" I coo into her ear. "I'll stay with you." I assure her and step closer until there is thismuchspace between us. "I promise" Her breath fans my face making me hot suddenly replacing the cold that was once soaking my clothes. However, my attraction towards Nichole can't replace the wetness of my clothes. So I do the inevitable. I start to take them off.

"Damn..." Nichole eyes me up and down as I peal off my shirt and pants. My boxer however, are dry. Thanks, god.

"Drake..." she calls out softly. I look back at her again and raise an eye brow.

"What?" I ask. She just smiles and shakes her head. For a moment I thought she just waved the matter away, but it was made very clear that that's not what's happening when she pushes me against the bedroom wall and presses her lips against mine.

For a moment I'm stunned and I don't know what's happening but I catch on very quickly and wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer to me, kissing her back.

She presses her hips into me and then trails her hand down my stomach and snakes her hand into my boxers.

"Nichole, Wait." She ignores me. "Nichole, stop" I demand and grab her hand to stop her.

"What is it?" She asks with a pout.

"You're... you're drunk, princess" I say in a soft tone, scared that I will drive her away. "You don't want this" I tell her.

"No" she whines "I do want this, Drake" she presses her lips to mine to stop any protests. I chuckle and pull her away.

"If you still want this in the morning you can punch me, okay? But right now, I think we should just sleep" I negotiate.

"But..." she looks at me with doe eyes. I give her a look that says it all 'bed. Now.' And I point to her bed for emphasis. She smiles at me "Okay... but you're gonna stay, right?"

"I promised you, didn't I?" I smile back at her.

She turns around and heads to the bed and snuggles under the covers. I follow her lead and wrap an arm around her waist and she puts her head on my chest.

I've always had this unshakable feeling towards Nichole... tonight proves that when no other booty calls or one night stands can compare to the warmth that envelops inside my chest when she lays her head on me and the light snores escape from her mouth. Maybe this is what having a female friend is like. The feeling of needing to protect her 24/7. The way I want to be around her all of the time, or how when she laughs all I can do is listen.

God that laugh, I could listen to it forever and never once would there be a beat I'd get tired of. Maybe she's just a friend. But then there is this... this... pull towards her. I often find myself wondering what she looks like in the morning. Or how I imagine her lips on mine, just like moments ago.

I bring my hand to my lips and touch them... I'm sure they are still there, right?

Those thoughts make me think irrationally and stupidly, like what our children would look like... or what she would look like, just after a shower in the morning. What it would feel like to have her close to me, just like now.

Moments like this, where I'm completely content with her. They make me realize... that I'm falling in love with Nichole, And that -scares the living crap out of me.

I could never tell her, or anyone else that I feel this way towards her. Ryan would get mad. Luke would hate me. Hekeem. would probably give me props
-butthatsnotthepoint- and Nichole might not want to be friends with me after that.

And if nothing else... I at least want to be friends with her.

I smooth Nichole's snow-colored hair behind her ear and fall asleep to the sound of her heart beat.