All of the Small Things

Chapter 9

ONE WEEK LATER:

        In like, the two weeks I've known Drake we've become really good friends. The only bad thing is that Lauren really hates me. I decide to head up to their apartment to try and settle this ongoing hate/hate relationship. I mean, I get it, I would hate me too. And not just because I'm super annoying and ditsy. I'm Drakes friend (at least I hope), who happens to be a girl, and has been spending a substantial amount of time with him since we met. I press the button on the elevator and wait. Yupp, I know, I'm lazy, he only lives one floor above me yada yada yada... thanks ma. The elevator door opens and I'm extremely thankful there is somebody in there already. Ever since watching Elevator with Emma I haven't been able to get on one alone without having a panic attack. Yes, I'm eighteen years old and still scared to ride in an elevator by myself.

        I'm about to press the button with the number three printed on it when I notice it's already lit up. This guy must be one of Drakes neighbors.

        "Uh, hi!" forever enthusiastic me looks at him and practically yells.

        "Hi..." riiiight, because 'normal' people don't strike up conversations with random elevator dudes. 

        Wow, now this thirty second ride just got super awkward and uncomfortable. We stand in silence and wait. I rock back and forth on my heels to the elevator music, hands folded behind me. FINALLY, the doors ding open.

        I head to apartment six, Drakes appartment, and knock. A hairy chested man opens the door only in his boxers. I check the wall next to his head to make sure it says six, yupp, definitely the right place. But who is this man. 

        "Honey, who is it?" I hear Lauren in the backround.

        The dude just stares at me,"Uh, yeah. You need somethin' lil lady?". Eww puke in my mouth. Who in the actual fuck is this. Lauren comes around to the door, hair a mess, smeared makeup, and uneven buttons on her shirt. Shit. They definitely be doin' shiz.

        Coming out of my trance of utter shock I say,"Oh, uh, sorry to disturb! Nevermind, I'll come back later." quickly. Before any of them can blink I'm turned around and rushing down the stairs. After almost tripping twice and fumbling maniacly with my keys I'm soundly in my appartment. 

        I slowly go to the couch and robotically sit down. I start thinking about what I had just witnessed. What the SHIT brah! Drake is at work right now! While he's slaving away to pay the bills shes sleeping with some rank ass bitch. She's fucking cheating on him! Uh, uH. That is NOT okay.

        Shit, what do I do? Tell him? That would break his heart though. Not telling him would break it even more though, right? Is it even my place? All I know is that I need to do something...

The next morning Drake comes over.

        "Yo bitch! Make me some cereal!" Yes, this is what I just woke up to. The fact that he just walked in astounds me. I'm too tired for this shit. I roll over and attempt to got back to sleep. The next thing I know he's jumping on my mattress thats placed on the floor with me on it. 

        I groan and pull the blankets over my head. He pulls them off and proceeds to jump. "Okay, first: I'm not your bitch, second: what the heak man! Do you not have food at your house?" I sassily say while shoving him off. I get up and walk to the kitchen and sit on a counter. He unsurprisingly follows me in.

        "Well, yeah, but I don't have the TOTALLY AWESOME cereal you have!"

        "Yeah whatever, make yourself some ya weirdo."

        "Ughh! But that takes work and I'm lazy."

        I don't respond, Drake looks at me. I'm reminded of why I got absolutley no sleep the night before, Lauren. 

        "Hey, whats wrong? I'm sorry Rinn I was just kidding."

        "No, its not that..." I trail off and look away.

        "Then what is it?"

        "Look, it's not my place to tell you, why don't you go speak to Lauren." Her name rolls of my tounge and I unintentionally say her name with pure disgust. 

        Drake gives me a strange look.

        "Drake, please, it's something really important, and once you're feeling up to it I'll make you that bowl of cereal, kay?"

Authours Note:

So I've been gone a really long time... 

Notice how I changed the title, so gracious of me. Aha, but really, I am sorry. 

Regardless I hope y'all have a wonderful day.