Drake Imagines

Christmas Eve 2 (Rated R)

Yn POV

I open the gift. There's something inside the wrapping paper.

"Oh shit," I gasp. It's a locket shaped as a heart with my initials on it.

I open the locket and see a picture of Drake and I from high school. He had promised if I didn't have a date for high school prom, he'd go with me. Despite how much of a ladies man he was.

I didn't even think he still had pictures from that. There was more inside the box though.

There was a pair of custom Red Velvet Jordan 11s. I had wanted these for the longest time.

"Oh my God," I mumbled to myself. I open up some more shit.

This nigga went all out.

There was a CD labeled "Yn." I guess I was supposed to play it?

I found a small CD player next to the tv and put it in.

It was a video montage of all the christmases we've spent together from when we were young to last years christmas.

I was starting to realize that he was a bigger part of life than I had realized. He was there trough everything.

The video montage cut off to a video of him.

"Hey Yn, you're probably watching this right now um," he did the thing he does when he's nervous and scratched his head.

"I want to tell you that you mean a lot. And I've known you my whole life and nobody understands me the way you do. You been my best friend for so many years and I—," the video cuts off.

"And I wanna know if we can change that," I turn around and see a wet Drake with a towel hanging down his waist.

"What?"

He comes over and sits next to me. "Let me ask you something."

I nod. "People always tell us we'd be so cute together. Our parents have wanted this for a while and—," I stop him.

"Is my mom pressuring you? Putting you up to this? Because if so, I'll—," he cuts me off.

"No that's not it Yn. I've always liked you."

My brain turns into mush. I wasn't expecting that.

"You have?"

"Yeah. I just never thought you liked me. But we're growing up. Time is running short and I'll never know if I don't ask."

"Drake a lot of girls want you. I don't think I'm worth wasting your time," I shrug.

He sighs. "Why would you say that."

Drake has always attracted ladies. Shit even men sometimes. Everyone loves him. He can do a lot better than me.

"I don't know man. A lot of people pressure us to get together. If that's what this is I—," I feel a set of wet lips touch mine.

I lost my train of thought in the kiss and I felt Drake's hands snake around my waist and lower to my ass.

"Am I changing your mind at all?" He smirks.

"A little," I blush.

"I'm just following Santa's orders," he looks up to the mistletoe on the roof.

De'arra.

"You're so corny," I roll my eyes. Although I wasn't showing it, Drake being so close to me was doing something to me.

He laughs and looks at me. "So what are you thinking?"

"I don't know...lost my train of thought."