❤️ These boys helped so many people in so many ways it’s amazing they have such kind hearts and I’m so proud to support them and just being able to watch how much they grow as people I really do love them ❤️
a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.
Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent
most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha,
in my sophomore year.
I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we
immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy
and Nate, who were a year older.
Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and
Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered
for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too
well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew
Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.
And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting
point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting
in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy
started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the
And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It
actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in
over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that
year. But I was just so bummed about that game.
All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened
to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.
“why so quiet?” he
“I’m just annoyed.” I
replied, playing with my straw in my water.
“why?” he asked.
Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.
“the game.” I mumbled.
“you serious?” he
laughed, and that made me look at him.
“yeah I’m serious. I’ve
never played so bad before.”
“you didn’t do that
bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”
“no, I should have
been able to handle it.”
“(y/n) you didn’t do
“I had at least 14
turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.
“they triple teamed
“I shouldn’t have had
14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”
“it was 6.” He said,
no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight
“what?” I asked,
looking at him. He turned and looked at me.
“you had 6 turnovers.
15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”
And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s
friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner
and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.
Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that
looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.
It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he
took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said
yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.
Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by
myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I
went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for
I lived in a little house like right down the block. I
practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.
We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of
people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison
were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by
the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.
The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those
two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy
would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything
more than that seemed so weird to even think about.
Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play
flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he
said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his
lips and looked me up and down.
Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually
thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we
were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.
Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was
all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto
Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to
care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to
And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of
this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was
running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he
called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once
he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out
of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.
So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is
we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a
little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him
when I spend so much time with him.
But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and
me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling
quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.
Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and
hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach.
Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.
I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We
always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also
always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and
he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so
different than with all the other guys.
I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone
blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt
and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.
“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s
be honest, I always have one.
“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites
“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of
your own sister.” Emily chimes in.
“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding
in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.
“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.”
Madison says, throwing up her arms.
“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.
“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.
“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off
into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.
“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”
“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s
a shit and you know it.”
“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that
matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”
“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”
“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time
I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It
was so annoying.
I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just
really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day,
and it definitely turned me on.
We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he
hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me
when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since
I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read
the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from
Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture,
and then another very very explicit message.
I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to
see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little
bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.
There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes.
You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent
my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the
couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.
I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy
to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared
at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I
mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something.
But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen
me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.
I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi
tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I
took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.
I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy
again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the
Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the
first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little
brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when
she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each
other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.
“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.
“um yeah. What the hell.”
“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t
know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.
“well uh, did you read his messages?”
“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”
“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”
“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell
going off. “Emily, what the hell”
“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.
The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music
up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.
About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I
wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and
looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in
front of me.
“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your
phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously
“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I
said, motioning to the tub.
“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”
“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head
“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he
“I’m trying to.”
“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”
“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I
accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even
though I have yet to make eye contact with him.
“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in
his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against
“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”
“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time
when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”
“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet
seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he
had when he was high.
“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He confessed. This was news to me.
“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed,
taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and
“you know, I still think you are.”
“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.
“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of
“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing
themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier
“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve
ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty
“what is all this Sammy?”
“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all
started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”
“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.
“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you
then.” He laughed.
“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom.
Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such
a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He
took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.
“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke
around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I
definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got
older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he
nodded at my chest.
“so what are you even saying sammy?”
“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t
know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money.
Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every
weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.
“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so
confused by this.
“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those
messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but
imagine you and me like that.”
“Sammy.” I gasped.
“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”
I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before
that involved him. Never would I have told him that.
“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll
leave right now.”
Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t
look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but
it was a feeling I’ve never had before.
“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.
“yeah.” I smiled.
“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then
stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”
“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m
“yeah. Your point?”
“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”
“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’
“because I’m naked.”
“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked,
shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes
not requested. just really wanted to make this. -e
“Derek, baby..wake up. I can’t sleep,” I softly whispered to my boyfriend, trying to get him to wake up. However, I just felt his arms move around my waist and pull me closer to him and his sleepy voice making out, “did you have another one of those bad dreams..?”
I shook my head and whispered back to him a no since I didn’t want to be too loud. “I just wanna talk,” I whined to him.
After I spoke up, I was expecting him to wake up like he usually does whenever I can’t fall asleep but this time, he just laid his head on my chest and snuggled close to me. Running my fingers through his hair, I tried to find some sleep myself but it just wasn’t in my system and I really wanted to talk. “Derek, pleasee..” I whined again and this time, he turned his head so he was looking at me and even though his eyes were closed and he was still laying his head on my boobs, he responded with, “I’m listening, baby. Just talk.”
He lifted his hand to caress my cheek but ended up with his thumb on my lip which I quickly kissed and began talking. “Baby, I’m really proud of you. I hope you know that. I know that I don’t always tell you but I am so proud of you. You’ve overcome so much in your life and I couldn’t be prouder to have you in my life. Even as just a person I know, not even a friend or a boyfriend,” I kept whispering to him, looking down at his sleepy face and his lips slowly forming into a smile as he listened to my every word.
“I love you, Derek. I really really love you. You’re my inspiration, my hope and my muse.” I kissed his thumb again before moving his hand away gently and leaning down my head to where I could press my lips against his, giving him a soft kiss. He kissed back tenderly and mumbled against my lips, “you’re my angel. I love you, y/n.”
a/n: so so sorry for the long wait to the lovely anon who requested a Nate imagine. Hope you like it, I tried to follow your request as close as possible, just know I worked on this for like 3 days, constantly rewriting, so sorry if you still don’t like it, but I put lots of work into it, so please enjoy
I was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for my
boyfriend, Nate. I met Nate 3 and a half years ago at a Future concert. I could
barely see anything over the guy that towered in front of me, and someone
behind me drunkenly ran into me, shoving me into him.
He turned around with this angry look on his face, but it
softened when he saw me. Despite his change in attitude I was still freaking
out, blame it on my generous, caring nature, so I immediately started to apologize.
We started talking a bit, and he let me stand in front of
him so I could see. After the concert we went out for drinks, and we just
really hit it off. 6 months later he asked me to be his girlfriend, and here we
are. 3 years later, happy as can be.
Nate and Swazz were currently at the studio. Nate’s been
spending a lot of time there lately. Leaving as soon as he wakes up, and
getting home at like 3 in the morning. I was pretty worried, despite being
together for 3 years, there was always these gorgeous girls throwing themselves
at him, and I couldn’t help but feel like he would dump me for them, cause
well, I’m just plain ordinary me. Nothing special, and definitely don’t look
like those girls.
But, Nate promised to come home for dinner tonight at 8, so
here I was, getting things ready at 7:30.
At 8, I had everything finished, and I was dressed in some black
ripped jeans and a white pocket tee. I busied yourself until Nate got home,
throwing in a load of his laundry, cleaning up a bit in the living room. I laid
down on the couch, watching tv, waiting for Nate to come home.
I woke up at 9:30, and Nate still wasn’t home. I was so over
it at this point. I put the food away and went up to our room and changed into
some leggings and a big tee shirt.
I threw my hair up in a messy bun, took off my make up. I
was just lounging around, waiting for Nate to get home. I was constantly
checking my phone, and saw that Nate was tweeting, posting pictures on insta,
liking pictures on insta and his snapchat was full of pics and videos of him
and the boys and then some with him and Stass, and Emily.
I finally decided to just go to bed, giving up on waiting
for him to come home. By now it was 3 in the morning, so I figured he wasn’t
I woke up the next morning at like 7 am to a loud crashing
noise downstairs. All to familiar with the sound I walked down to see Nate
stumbling in. I stood on the stairs as Nate closed the door and went over and
sat on the couch.
“another late night?” I asked from the stairs, Nate not even
turning to look at me.
“don’t start with this shit right now (y/n).” he groaned.
“start with what Nate? I was just asking.” I said, with
“I don’t wanna talk about this right now. Please get me some
“If we don’t talk about this now Nate, when are we going to?”
and finally he turned and looked at me. He looked like hell.
“(y/n) what do you possibly have to say that I haven’t
already heard? Now get me some damn asprin.” He said, turning back around.
“get your own damn asprin Nate. I’m sick and tired of this.
I never see you, and when we do see each other all we do is fight.” I threw my
hands up. He got up off the couch and turned to look at me, clearly feeling
hungover as he swayed a bit.
“have you thought maybe I spend all my time at the studio or
out with the guys to avoid you? Your constant bitching and complaining. 90% of
our fights are because of you. Your fucking insecurities drive me up a fucking
wall. I can’t hang out with the boys without you freaking out about a girl that’s
there? Like you don’t fucking trust me? Well I don’t wanna be with someone who
doesn’t fucking trust me.” He yelled.
Taken aback by his response I was left shocked, but quickly
spoke my mind.
“damn straight I don’t trust you” I lied, just so pissed at
his accusation, and the fact he wouldn’t wanna be with me over some petty shit
like that. “You think I wanna be with someone who’s constantly out fucking
around? Do you even do anything besides smoke weed and drink with the guys? When
was the last time you even released a new song? Or even recorded one? I don’t
wanna be with someone who clearly doesn’t even wanna be in a relationship.” I
“well you know where the fucking door is.” He yelled,
shocking both of us I think. I know I was shocked, and when his eyes went wide
with the realization of what he said, I think he was just as shocked as I was.
I bit my lip and started shaking my head as I ran upstairs into our room,
ignoring Nate calling my name.
I grabbed a backpack and just started throwing random shit
in it. A bra and like two extra pairs of panties. Like 3 shirts, 2 pair of
leggings, socks, a pair of shorts. I tossed my charger in the bag and grabbed
my purse with my keys and money and opened the bedroom door and headed
Nate was walking out of the kitchen, tossing some asprin in
his mouth as I reached the bottom step. I started heading towards the door but
he called out, making me stop and turn around.
“what are you doing?” he asked.
“clearly this isn’t working anymore Nate, so I’m doing both
of us a favor and leaving.” I spoke, turning back around and pulling open the
door. “bye Nate.” I said, as I closed the door behind me.
I got in my car and started it, and saw Nate pull open the
front door, looking at me as I backed out of the driveway. I immediately called
Swazz, knowing he would help me. On the phone I explained what happened and he
immediately offered me his guest bedroom. I told him I’d be over soon and hung
Swazz and I had been friends for as long as I had known
Nate. We became so close that the first 6 months of my relationship with Nate,
whenever everyone would go out, everyone would assume Swazz and I were dating.
And Nate did have his suspicions of us having a thing, but he was just too much
of an older brother.
Swazz let me in and it was when I saw him and he asked what
happened that I finally broke down. I started bawling my eyes out, and Swazz
let me cry all over his tee. He was always so helpful in my relationship with
Nate, always offering advice when something was bothering me.
I eventually fell asleep, needing some rest. I woke up at
around 4 pm, and walked down the hall. I heard Swazz on the phone.
Yeah man, she’s here.
No I wouldn’t do that.
You two both need some time to calm down and just think about things.
Okay, you know I will.
And then he hung up. Judging by the conversation, it was no
doubt Nate. Swazz and I sat around and watched some movies, but at around 8 he let
me take a shower, knowing that always calms me down, and he let me borrow one
of his shirts, knowing I was so used to wearing Nate’s big ones. Once I was
done, despite taking a nap, I went to bed right afterwards.
The next morning I woke up and decided to check my phone to
see if Nate had tried to contact me. The second I unlocked my phone, my
notifications were blowing up. Twitter was going crazy, so I checked to see a
bunch of screenshots of Nate out again last night. Pictures of him and Stass
Then there was a video, from snapchat, so obviously it was
on is story if fans were able to save it and tweet it. It was him and Stass out
at a club. Yeah, her giving him a lap dance hurt like a bitch. But what killed
was the next part, where they’re literally sitting there making out.
That was when my world shattered. 3 years and the same day
we break up he’s already out with another girl. So aggravated I screamed and
threw my phone at the wall. Swazz came in and his face softened when he saw me.
I looked up at him and broke down.
“why” I broke down, but Swazz came and sat on bed with me,
holding me in his arms as I had another break down. Again Swazz stopped me from
having another panic attack, and just let me lay in bed for the day. Around 7 I
decided, if he was out living up the single life, then I would too.
I don’t pay hundreds of dollars to be wasting it with my
tears over some fucker. No, I deserved to go out and have the time of my life,
like any other single girl would do. So I said fuck it and decided I was going
I dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a plain white
vneck, throwing on a leather jacket and finishing the outfit with a pair of
black bootie wedges. I also curled my hair, and did my make up really nice.
When Swazz saw me he kinda smiled.
“feeling better?” he asked.
“yeah, I’m just gonna go out for a bit.”
“alright, you have your key?”
“yeah, I’ll see ya”
And with that I was out the door. I found an uber and found
myself at a little club. Immediately walking up to the bar and ordering 2
shots, downing them both almost immediately. I got a mixed drink and turned and
looked at the dancefloor.
Some like 40 year old guy came up to me and started to hit
on me. He asked me to dance with him, but I kindly declined. But he didn’t give
up. He reached out and grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me out, but I fought a
bit. Suddenly another hand was around my waist and my thoughts were ‘I’m going
to die, they’re going to rape me and kill me.’ But I was wrong.
“hey bud, mind letting go of my girl?” the guy next to me
spoke, his voice low and smooth. I turned and looked at him. He was tall and
hot as hell, looked my age, maybe a year or two older. Kinda long shaggy hair,
but it was quiffed up a bit. And his smile, god his smile.
“oh this is your girl?” the 40 year old asked.
“yeah, and I’d appreciate if you would get your hands off
her and leave her alone.”
“she’s a prude anyway.” The older guy scoffed and walked
I turned and looked up at the guy with his arm still around
me, resting on my waist, a little lower and closer to my butt.
“thank you.” I smiled.
“hey anything for a pretty girl.” He smiled. “I’m Derek.”
And the rest of the night, we hung out. We sat at the bar,
and got drink after drink. He had his hand constantly on me, somehow, someway,
and always very sensual. Like, he would rub up and down my thigh, or take my
hand. We were very very flirty all night, sexual tension obvious between us.
“hey, uh don’t look now, but that creep from earlier is
looking over here.” Derek whispered in my ear, pulling back slightly and
looking at me. I bit my lip and smiled.
“let’s give him something to look at then.”
And Derek, reading my mind, caressed my cheek with one hand,
the other resting on my thigh, as my hand held onto his arm, and the other
resting on his shoulder as our lips met.
What started as a sweet innocent kiss, turned heated fast
and suddenly our tongues were fighting for dominance. I pulled back to catch my
breath and Derek smiled at me.
“you wanna get outta here?”
And in that moment I thought about Nate. I still cared about
him, but he no doubt fucked Stass after that video, and they say the best way
to get over someone is to get under someone else.
“yes.” I said breathlessly.
Next thing I know, me and Derek are walking out of the club
hand in hand. He called an uber and the second we were in and he told them his
address, we were both all over each other.
We stumbled into his place, sloppily making out, neither of
us caring how many pieces of furniture we ran into. First it was the side
table, then the back of the couch, then the tv, then the speakers, and after
that the armrest of the couch, causing us both to fall back onto the couch,
Derek landing on top of me.
“are you sure you want to?” he pulled up and asked.
“yes, please.” I said breathlessly, and next thing I know
our lips are attached.
Clothes started flying off and next thing I know Derek is
inside of me, no foreplay needed. It felt so good. He felt so good. I was a
moaning mess within minutes. The sound of skin slapping and both our moans
filled the room, and when we both finally released, Derek collapsed on top of
He grabbed a sheet and covered us and within minutes we were
The next morning I woke up to the sound of a doorbell. I
turned and nudged a still sleepy Derek.
“Derek, someone’s at the door.” I groaned, still tired.
“can you get it babygirl?” he groaned, eyes still closed.
“what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“just ask what they want, if they explain why they’re here,
don’t let them in, if they say they gotta see me, let em in.” He spoke, running
his hand down his face, slowly waking up.
I got off the couch and threw on Derek’s shirt, not knowing
where mine was. I also threw on his boxers, my panties lost. I started heading
towards the door and turned to see Derek finally sitting up, but before I
opened the door I yelled at him.
“if you’re about to have company you might wanna put some
“babygirl, if you wanted to see me in the morning, all you
had to do was ask.” He smirked, standing up and letting the sheet fall, his manhood
standing at full attention. Morning wood. I laughed and turned to open the
door, looking down still.
“can I help y-“ I stopped short, looking up to see Nate. My
eyes wide, his just filled with confusion. He then looked me up and down and
suddenly his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything, just pushed open the door
and brushed past me.
“LUH, THE FUCK YOU AT?” Nate screamed, I followed after him,
stopping right behind him as he saw Derek in the living room, fixing his
“hey wassup Skate?”
“YOU FUCKED MY GIRL?” Nate hissed, his hands in fists, ready
to throw punches.
“didn’t know yall were together.” Derek spoke, calm as hell.
“well, we were, but, fuck it man, it doesn’t matter, You
still fucked my girl.” Nate spoke.
Derek was about to speak again, but Nate had ran up and
punched him. The two guys breaking out into a fist fight.
“guys.” I tried, but they didn’t respond.
“Guys!” I yelled louder, yet no response again.
“GUYS” I tried again, but they paid no attention.
“NATE” I yelled, grabbing his arm, and he stopped, holding
Derek by the collar, and Nate’s angry look disappeared and his face filled with
sorrow. Nate let go of Derek, throwing him down onto the floor.
I made sure Derek was okay, and once I got him off the
ground and onto the couch, I turned and looked at Nate.
“what the fuck was that.”
“what the fuck was that? What the fuck is my girlfriend
doing at my best friends house in his fucking clothes?” Nate growled, looking
between me and Derek. My eyes went wide.
“wait, y-you know each other?” I stuttered.
“yeah, Nate’s family. He got me on his label.” Derek said
from the couch.
“why do you think I’ve been at the studio so much ma? I’ve
been working with Derek. Yeah, sometimes we all get a little sidetracked and
start fucking around, but other than that it’s been late nights with Derek.”
Nate explained. “look, can we talk?”
“uh, yeah.” I said, and Nate took my hand and dragged me
into Derek’s kitchen. I leaned against the counter, and Nate stood across from
“look, I’m sorry okay. I was an idiot. I shouldn’t have said
the shit I did, and I definitely should have stopped you from leaving. I was an
ass.” Nate spoke out.
“No Nate, you were right. I should have just trusted you.”
“no (y/n) you were right. I should be spending more time
with you, it’s not right for me to spend all my time at the studio or out with
the boys, when I could be spending it with my girl.”
“Nate, I didn’t mean what I said. I understand you’re at the
studio a lot and working really hard. I just got upset because I thought you
would rather go out with the guys then be with me. I- I thought you didn’t love
me anymore.” I admitted, looking shyly up at Nate.
His mouth dropped, and in the blink of an eye Nate was in
front of me, my face in his hands and his lips on mine. After he pulled back,
he looked at me, hands still holding my face.
“babygirl, of course I love you. I’m always gonna love you,
don’t you ever doubt that. I never knew what love was until I met you, so you
best believe I ain’t ever gonna throw what we got away.” He smiled. “I love you
way too much ma.”
“I love you too Nate.”
“so does that mean you’re gonna come back home?” he smiled.