Drake Imagines

Christmas Eve

Yn POV

"Bruh I don't wanna go," I whine in the car.

"It's a Christmas Eve pajama party. What's not to like?"

I roll my eyes and look out the window.

De'arra and Ken were our best friends and they were throwing a Christmas Eve Pajama party.

Now normally, I'd be down for this. But I knew what De'arra was doing.

Everybody they'd invited were a couple except for Drake and I.

And everybody shipped Drake and I.

"Why you so nervous shawty. It's a sleep over," he laughs.

I cross my arms. "I don't wanna go."

"Well it's too late, you're already here."

I look up and see that we're at their big ass house. "leggo."

"We can turn around and go get some hot chocolate you know. And I can get ticke—," he cuts me off.

"Yn you're acting like I'm making you spend time with your family. Chill out man."?

I guess he was right. I came for the sole purpose of avoiding my family. They would've been even worse.

*flashback to last year*

"So Yn when are you gonna get married?"

"Mom I—," she cuts me off. "Drake... he's very attractive," she winks.

"Mom no," I beg.

"You guys would have some cute babies," my grandma comments.

I felt my stomach churn.

"I can make it happen if you're scared to make a move," my mom says. "His mom is on the same both with the rest of us. And we want some grand babies."

Jesus Christ

*flashback over*

"Alright lets go," I mumble.

I grab my bag, but he takes it from me.

"I gotchu."

We walk up to the door and De'arra screams.

"YNNNNNNN."

I give her a huge hug. "Long time no see gorgeous, where y'all been."

"You know, working and stuff," I laugh. We walk into the house where Ken and the others are. I see Queen and Clarence, as well as London and Summer.

Drake is busy talking to London and Ke about some stuff. Then Summer comes over to De'arra and I.

"Hey guys," she smiles. "Everyone looks so cute. Especially you and Drake," she smiles.

I feel my face get hot. "No I—," and De'arra cuts me off.

"They are cute aren't they," she smiles.

This girl.

Summer walks away to talk to Drake and London and I look at De'arra with disbelief.

"Bitch what the hell are you doing?"

"Come on Yn. You and Drake are so cute together and you know it."

"That doesn't mean he thinks that?!? And we aren't together so stop that," I cross my arms.

"So you didn't deny that you think I'd be cute?"

Oh. My. God.

"De'arra," I warned her.