Drake Imagines

DJ Drake (Rated R)

Yn POV

"I don't want to go," I whine.

"Come on bitch. This party is going to be lit," Keumani tells me.

She was my best friend since we were in fourth grade. We were both fresh out of college and she wanted to get over her Ex-boyfriend, Dre.

"This party looks sus. You know these parties always have Xanax and Molly and bitch," I sigh.

"Last time I accidentally took a Xanax, I felt like death."

She laughs at me. "Just don't eat anything. Plus I need new dick," she yells.

I roll my eyes. "And you haven't been getting it on," she eyes me.

"I don't even have anything to wear," I look around my closet.

"Well then I guess you're getting your birthday gift early," she tosses me a big bag.

I take out the box first.

"Holy shit. These are beautiful," I cheese. (Guys I'm saving up for these 😭 $130 in this bitch)

"And you can choose between these two dresses," she hands me two dresses.

And

(Which one would you go with)

"They'll make you look like a Goddess in that dark ass club," she smiles.