August Alsina POV
Bruh!!! Why am I even here layin' onna couch bob?
I get up to here the song Pound The Alarm on and just kno' that I'm in Nicki house. I get up too fast when my head start spinnin' and I get sick bruh. Then I feel a hand pressin' onna back of my neck tryna help me sit up some. Too weak to even turn to look at who it was to thank 'em I just groan.
Then some lady walk 'round wit' some short grey and pink shorts on wit' a white tank top. Her ass ain't nearly as big so it ain't Nicki's so it's who is it? I think.
"Hello," she says.
"Ooh... Urmm... Hi.. Ahh." I groan.
"Are you okay?" She says scootin' over close to me. Holdin' up my head some as she press her hand on my forehead.
"Yeah... My head just spinn'. Who are you and where am I?" I ask.
"I'm Linda, Nicki's friend. You must be the notorious August Alsina. Nice to meet you." Linda said.
"Nice to meet you too... Ahh. Um have you seen Nick? I prolly made an ass outta myself didn't I?" I ask and she nods her head. Shit! What the fuck did I say to her?
"Nicki is upstairs in her bed asleep. I think it would be best if you just leave, yet you're still a lil'..." Linda pauses.
"Drunk?" I said wit' uncertainty.
"No, you gotta hangover." Linda shakes her head.
"Exactly why I don't drink like that no mo'." She shakes her head.
I just nod my head, well try to, agreein' wit' what she sayin' but how I end up here? I don't even 'member a damn thing so I must'a been drinkin' heavily. I can't 'member a damn thing bob so if I did share words wit' Nicki... I hope they weren't dumb.
"Umm... Linda right?" I ask again to be sure.
"Yes," she mutters.
"Lemme ask you somethin'. What happened last night wit' me and ... Nick?" I ask Linda and she sighs. Bruh, what the hell did I do?
Nicki Minaj POV
*flashback*
2004 - Queens, New York - Red Lobster
Today is a busy ass day if ya tell me 'bout it like bruh when will it be break time. I'm only workin' here until my music career takes off and that should be soon. Hopefully. I ain't tryna be no damn waitress fo'ever so Fendi needa call me. I ain't playin'.
What if mama right? What if my friends right? That I ain't gonna make it and that my head too far up inna clouds. That ain't even true and I'ma grind hard to make it and be the rapper I kno' I'ma be.
Anyway, it's crowded as hell, these customers are rude as fuck and one boutta get popped inna mouth. It's stuffy as hell and I'm a second away from snappin' and quitin'.
"Onika, go to that table over there." Patricia said.
"You just came from over there like what the hell." I said in frustration.
"Niggas are crazy and they want you, so go over there or I'ma snitch and say you stole money from the register. " She said.
"Fuckin' bitch." I growled as I go over to the table.
I walked over to the table and see four dudes all at one table talkin' shit as usual. "Hello my name is Onika and I will be ya witress fo' this evening. Can I interest you in the appetizers? Or y'all ready to order?" Then it happened. A guy came up to me and looked amazin'.
"Hi," he said in a deep tone.
"I'm Safaree, but you can call me SB." Safaree said.
"I'm... I'm Onika." I said.
"Nice to meet you Onika." Safaree said wit' a smile.
End
Linda comes up to my room and snaps me from outta my thoughts when I drop my phone. Lookin' at the picture of when me and Safaree first met. I can't believe he gone now.
"He's up but he still a lil' outta it. Still want him out?" Linda asks. I just shake my head.
"No," I say.
"Send him up here Linda. We needa talk." I said.
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