Here to Stay: Part I

                                    

                                          
Okay, so I know most, if not all of you, have already read this, but guess what? It's back by popular demand and was also finished by freshlydamsic! So I'm going to upload the first part right here for a second time, and then make sure you follow her because she will be posting the rest on her account since she's so awesome and she finished it for me, better than I would have. Anyway, as a refresher, here's the first part!

                          
Nicki's phone went off for the sixth time in the last thirty seconds. "Girl who is that blowing you up?" Lauren asked, folding her feet under her body and sipping her wine. Nicki and her best friends were all sitting in Nicki's living room, bringing and gossiping while the tv was on a low volume.
                          
Nicki rolled her eyes with a smile, "It's just my barbz, they're up to something." She logged onto Twitter and saw what they were talking about. "Oh lord. That boy better stay off my Instagram, getting them hyped and shit." Nicki saw a screenshot that Drake had posted her selfie. Nothing was harmful about that, but the caption was every bit of suggestive. It read: 
                          
champagnepapi She love me like her brother, but fuck me like her husband.
                          
"What happened?" Thembi asked who was sitting between Lauren and Candice.
                          
"Drake, posted me on his Instagram and captioned Wayne's High School lyrics. I'm about to text him and cuss his ass out." She logged off Twitter and opened her iMessages.
                          
Nicki: Why you always doing something you don't have any business doing?
                          
Drake: Because I can.
                          
Nicki: Wrong answer try again.
                          
Drake: Because you won't let me do what I really want to do.
                          
Nicki: Which is?
                          
Drake: Well for one, I want to marry you but you don't think I'm serious, two, I want to fuck you and three, I want to get you pregnant. 
                          
Nicki: Boy stop, we both know you only want one of those things...
                          
Drake: Fine believe what you want but Imma marry yo stubborn ass and you gon have my babies.
                          
Nicki: If you say so but why did you post that picture? Got our fans fighting again. -_-
                          
Drake: So?  Let them fight— what does that have to do with us? 
                          
Nicki:  Nigga they our fans, it has everything to do with us. 
                          
Drake: Well that's not what I want to discuss.  They wanna fight over something they don't control then let them.  Let's talk about us.
                          
Nicki smiled at the screen and Thembi rolled her eyes. "Don't look like you over there cussing nothing out. Grinning like a Cheshire cat—  what, did the nigga send you a pic of that gigantic thing he got in his pants, is you wet or nah bitch?"
                          
"Shut the fuck up Thembi." Nicki rolled her eyes back at her.
                          
Nicki: There is nothing to talk about. :)
                          
Drake: Ouch, that hurts. Don't you miss me babygirl? :*
                          
Nicki: I do miss you, you know that I do. :* But keep them lips and all of your kisses to yourself sir, you keep tryin to get da kid in trouble.
                          
Drake: Nah, you kissed me back. And I'd rather have my lips somewhere else right now. :P
                          
Nicki nearly choked on her wine. Her smiled spread even wider and she quickly texted him back. "He is too much." She muttered to herself making the girls just shake their heads with knowing smiles.  They loved the effect Drake had on her because they could tell how happy he made her.