Hey! So this is my first time writing a story like this so it's probably not great. But I promise it will get it better. Melissa is played by Kayla Phillips (in multimedia on the left). Andrea is played by Aaleeyah Petty (in multimedia on the right). Drake (or Aubrey) is played by himself. Enjoy!
Melissa's POV
I sat down on my bed with my back up against the headboard and my MacBook on my lap. I decided to check up on Twitter since I'm rarely on it. I was scrolling past some tweets until a particular one caught my eye "ComplexMag: CONFIRMED, Drake's upcoming album, "Nothing Was The Same" is scheduled to drop September 24." It's like every time I try to avoid him, he's always around. What do you expect though? He IS one of the most popular rappers in the world. I was deciding on whether I should buy his album or not. I still really am a big fan of his music and I care about him. I support his career and what he does so it wouldn't hurt to buy it.
"Come on Melissa let's go out and do something! Let's go to a club and meet hot guys to hook up with!" My annoying best friend said barging into my room and slouching on my bed.
I looked up from my laptop, "Ever heard of knocking? And no Andrea, I don't want to go to the club."
"Look, you can't stay miserable your whole life thinking about Aubrey." God me she knew me so well. Honestly, I don't think I can ever get over Aubrey and what he did. Despite what happened between us, I still love him. I wish I didn't, but I do.
"Miserable? I'm not miserable, I'm over that asshole. Besides, that happened almost a year ago."
"Look I know what happened was really hard, but you have to move on. You can't stay living in the past."
I sighed, she was right.
"Let's have a girls night out, ok? Loosen up a little, you can get drunk all you want, I'll be driving."
"But the club isn't really my thing."
"Bitch get up and be ready by 11."
"Ughhh" I groaned slamming my laptop shut.
I went in my closet to pick out my outfit for the night. I rummaged through my closet and couldn't find anything. How do I have a full closet that's bigger than a room, and still have nothing to wear? I went to Andrea's closet since we wore the same size. She's in the shower so this is the perfect chance to steal a dress from her. I picked out an all black, basic, tight, dress that stopped mid-thigh. I went back to my room to pick out a matching pair of underwear. I grabbed my towel and hopped in the shower to shave, wash my hair, and what not. After I was finished in my bathroom, I put on my bathrobe and sat at my vanity thinking about what I should do with my long, curly, jet black hair. I decided to curl it for the night. An hour later, I was finally done. Now it's time for make up. I put on my usual foundation, concealer, powder, and a little contouring. I applied a couple layers of mascara and eyeliner and went with a nude eyeshadow to keep things natural. Then I put on a light layer of blush, and I was done. I went over to my bed and picked up my clothes and got dressed.
"You ready Melissa?!" Andrea yelled from her room.
"Give me a minute!" I ran to my closet and picked up my nude pumps and put them on. Then I went back to my vanity to get my clutch and apply my red MAC lipstick. Just then, Andrea came busting in.
"What's taking you so l- damnn Melissa you look sexy in that dress, you tryna bring somebody home tonight?" I looked in the mirror, she was right. The dress hugged me in all the right places showing off my curves.
"Shut up Andrea, I'm not bringing anyone."
"Chill it was a joke, and by the way, is that MY dress?"
"Yes I couldn't find anything to wear now let's go" I said grabbing my phone and pushing her out the door.
We left the house making sure to lock up, and hopped in Andrea's all white Range Rover that she had just bought four months ago. We both thought it was time for a change so we decided to buy new cars. She got a white Range Rover and I got a black one.
We arrived at the club 20 minutes later and it was packed. LA clubs are always poppin. The line was long as fuck but Andrea and I got in quick since the security guard knew us.
"Why don't you go over there while I go get us some drinks?" Andrea yelled over the loud music.
"Okay."
As I was walking over to the VIP section of the club, a guy approached me. He looked black with muscular arms and a killer smile.
"Hey beautiful, you look lonely. Mind having some company?"
"No not at all, come on, let's dance." Andrea was right, I really do need to loosen up a little.
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