When She Found A Friend

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Thankfully, Drake chose the mall, people from the brothel don't visit. I could finally breathe. Shopping for one tuxedo for Drake with Drake was super easy. We walked into the mall, Drake said that he was loyal to this one brand and will shop from there only. We walk in. Will, the salesman, was well acquainted with Drake. He picked what he thought was best and showed it to us. Drake tried it on and man, did he look amazing in it! I tried to stop myself from drooling at the sight. Men in tuxedos are my weakness. Tuxedos = class. We were done in 45 minutes (the drive included) and Drake, being Drake, insisted we "hang out" at the mall to celebrate my suspension from the hell they call school.

Drake and I were friends in elementary. We remember a little about each other. Obviously, a lot has changed since then and it will take some time for us to get to know each other a little more. Drake thinks that we need to bond a little more as we will be working on our next song. I am sure he is aware of the fact that I know why he is so persistent on hanging out with me. His ego won't let him admit it. "The whole world aside, and male ego stands alone." Dickson couldn't be any more right.

Right now, Drake and I are sitting in the food court, Drake ogling over a super-hot girl wearing black high waist jeans and a white crop top. Her aura screams confidence and her curves are literally goals.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" I finally say.

"What about? You know my female interaction is minimum."

"C'mon man! You have all the eight qualities."

"What are those?"

"You don't know the list?"

"What list?"

I roll my eyes at him. "The list the girls at our school made last year. It has all the qualities that most girls want to see in a guy. Good looks, charm, wit, confidence, a hot voice, good dressing, a good heart and loyalty."

"You think I am all of that?" He leaned back in his chair, wiggling his eyebrows while smirking.

"Duh! That's what I said."

"Which means you'll be willing to go out with me." He says, winking.

"That is not what I said."

"You said those are the qualities girls want. Are you a man?"

"I said MOST girls want that. Not me. I sure like the eight qualities but I have other things prioritized."

"And what exactly are those?"

"This is not about me, Drakie-Drake! Go talk to her before she leaves."

"DID YOU JUST CALL ME DRAKIE-DRAKE?"

I grin cheekily.

He rolls his eyes. "How do I know she is one of the 'most' girls?"

"Good question. Very good question. Talk to her to find the answer."

"What do I do?"

"Go to her. Smile confidently. Make sure you charm her. Say 'Hi! I think you are really cute. Can I have your number?'"

"That sounds so lame." He grunts.

"Then do what you think is not lame!"

"I'd rather just sit here and eat more food."

"That sounds so lame."

"Eating is never lame." He narrows his eyes at me.

"Being a coward is." I mimic his actions.

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