Different (Starring You and Drake)

Ch.12 pt.1

DRAKE'S POV

"I hope you had fun last night, because that's the last time you're gonna be able to do that for a while..."

I sat, slumped in my chairs, and adjusted my shades. 

He laughed harshly and slapped me on my shoulder. A wave of pain burst in my head.

"I remember when I used to be like you... Good times. Anyways, did you cut it off with that little girlfriend of yours like I told you to last time we met?"

"Yeah. She's yesterday's news."

"Good, good." He rubbed his chin while spinning slowly in his chair. "We can't have you attached to anything. That'll keep you distracted and we can't have distractions. They just get in the way of the money-making process. Plus, you have to keep up your image. Your lady fans won't want you as much if they see that you have a little lady friend of your own. And honestly, you were getting a little soft."

He stopped spinning and looked me in my eyes.

"No that we're back on track to getting this money, let's do just that. This tour has to be amazing. I've already booked all your hotel rooms, so don't try anything funny like sneaking any girls into some random hotel and then calling me at 3am to send someone to pick you up, got it?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Then let's get to work on the final tour details."

He pulled out a fat file from his case and dropped it on the table between us.

"So I was thinking maybe we could get in a few guest appearances for a few shows and---"

He kept right on talking. I tried focusing and managed to pick up on a little of what he was saying and add a little nod when necessary, but other than that I blocked him out.

Wait, did he call her my girlfriend? 

"She's not my girlfriend."

He stopped mid-sentence and gave me a strange look. 

"Huh?"

"I said, she's not my girlfriend and she never was..."

"Wh--- Oh! You're little friend? Are you seriously still caught up on that? Drake, you need to let her go. There are plenty other girls out there that would be glad to throw themselves at you and whore around, you don't need this o--"

"She's not a whore and she was nothing like any other girl, so stop talking mess about her."

He froze mid-sentence and gave me a skeptical look. 

"Alright. Whatever you say. I'm sorry. Now can we get back on track? We need to have every little detail figured out before we run out of time. You can daydream and argue with your little friend all you want over the phone or whatever makes you happy, but no public, no, no PHYSICAL appearances altogether, GOT IT?"

I leaned forward in my seat and peered at the papers laid out before me. 

"This one," I said pointing at a 

paper. "We should use some red smoke, sparks, and fire images."

My manager let out a big sigh and threw his hands up.

"Finally we get a response! I'm telling you, Drizzy, you can't keep falling for these girls! Sure, they help you with song ideas on occasions, but they're messing with your head."

He smoothed his hair back and shrugged. "Red smoke with flames it is!"

About an hour later, we wrapped up out meeting and I sat in my hotel room staring at my phone which was lay flat on the table in front of me. 

Maybe... Nah.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. 

12:34pm.

She should be in between classes right now... I guess I should to let her know to not call me again... It's not like I miss the b*tch... 

I quickly groaned and shook my head.

No, no. She's not a b*tch... But still, let me just call her... For closure. 

"Yeah..." I muttered to myself as if trying to convince myself. "Closure..."

But before the first ring, I could feel my chest getting tight in anticipation and nerves. 

Yeah. This isn't about any closure...

__________________________________________________________________

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry it takes me so long to upload! I keep getting ahead of myself with this story, so instead of working on the next chapter, I'll be off writing the a part that's like 20 chapters away and forget about writing whichever chapter should be next... -_- Sorry.