X in the Box -- Dricki

Everyone in the Young Money crew sat in one of the backstage dressing rooms waiting for Wayne to finish his set. Nicki played in her hair while she watched the guys talk about football and hoes. It was always the same conversation. Her phone buzzed.

Drake: Get all dramatic about some lost shit then meet me at the bus.

Nicki looked over her phone at him and gave him a dimpled smile. He didn't look up from his phone.

Drake: Stop being so damn obvious.

She sucked in some air and locked her lips together to keep her laugh in. Drake got up and began to walk out the door.

"Yo, where you going Drizzy?" Twist shouted towards him.

"Bathroom." He kept walking.

"Drake, have you seen my headphones?" He turned around to see Nicki looking through the couch cushions.

"Nah." He walked out and headed towards the bus.

Once he got to the bus he opened it with a spare key that the driver gave him. Besides the driver, nobody knew about the little affair that him and Nicki carried on. He had no problem with being open but she wanted to keep it between the two of them. She didn't want anything to interfere with her career.

"Missed me?" She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his back.

"Shouldn't you be asking Soulja Boy that?" He said dryly while moving his clothes from one bag to another. He had no purpose for it but to find something to calm him.

"What?" She chuckled and stepped in front of him.

"That flirting shit you did with him, that you do with dudes period, it ain't cute." He was growing irritated by the repressed memories of other men looking and commenting on her.

"Aubrey. Seriously? I don't want anyone but you." She tried to stroke his cheek but reached around her any grabbed a shirt to fold.

"Yeah, well them niggas don't know that!"

"Whether they know or not niggas always gone flirt with me. I mean. . . I am Nicki Minaj." She opened her arms in a 'Ta dah' kind of way and spun around.

"Nicki, its not funny."

"But you're so cute when you're mad." She pinched his cheek. His face remained stone, he was still mad. "Look babe, I'm still not going public with this whole thing. I don't want my success based on, or people thinking its based on, who I'm dating. As far as flirting, I'll try harder not to do it but for so long dudes been disposable and thirsty and desperate and. . ."

"Ok Nicki." he laughed.

"Its just, nobody ever checked me about it so it's natural. I'm sorry."

"Well Imma check that ass everytime you out of line." He grabbed her backside and began kissing her.

"Hey Nic!" She heard Shanell coming up the bus stairs and pushed Drake intoone of the bunks.

"Yeah." She said catching her breath and walking towards the front of the bus.

"We found your ipod."

"Oh," She caught her breath. "Finally, I been looking all over for it." She reach for it and Shanell pulled back.

"Stop playing Nelly. I need to get a track off of there to finish a song."

"Reall, Nicki? Really?" Shanell smirked.

"Yes! The fuck is your problem?" She snatched the iPod and started walking towards the back.

"Oh, I have no problem but um, you and Drizzy got a hour to finish getting busy."

Nicki stopped in her tracks.

"Next time you lie to sneak off remember what you forgot." Shanell put air quotes around forgot. "It was iPod last time, headphones this time." She laughed at Nicki's facials. "Bye Drake!"

Drake peeked from out of the bunk, "Bye Shanell."