Fun and Games? [OF]

Nicki sat on the counter watching Safaree struggle. He pulled at the hat that was currently stuck to his head but it wouldn't be moved. It was starting to hurt and he was becoming irritated. Nicki sat with a smirk on her face. He huffed and shook his head. Realizing that he was pissed she cleared her throat.

"Babe, let me-"

"No." He swatted her hand away.

They had been pranking each other all week but she had taken it too far. His hat was stuck to his head and he didn't know how to get it off. She was beginning to feel bad. She didn't think that it would really stick to his head. Then again, what other purpose does glue serve as?

"Ugh." He tugged at the hat before letting his hands slam onto the bathroom counter.

"Safaree, I can get it off if you let me." He stared at her blankly. "You wanna leave that shit on your head? I mean you can if-"

"Man, just get this shit off." He watched her disappear and then return shortly with scissors. "Yo, you ain't cutting my hat."

"Safaree, either let me cut the damn hat or do it by yourself."

"Son, this is a collector's-"

"Like I said, you can do the shit by yourself." She snapped.

"Man." He tossed his hands up. "Come on.''

After cutting and pulling for fifteen minutes it was finally off. He looked into the mirror at the red rim around his forehead then back at her.

"No more games. You don't know your limit."

"Are you serious?" She laughed.

"Yes! The fuck are you gone do next? Make me walk into a knife?"

She gasped, "Don't be dramatic!"

"Nicki, you glued a hat... to my head."

"I didn't think it would stick like that."

"Its fucking super glue!"

"You fucked with my wigs so I fucked with yours."

"I didn't fuck with the actual hair on your head though."

She sighed, "Well, I'm hungry."

"Oh." He walked pass her.

"So, we gone grab take out or-"

"Do whatever you want." He said looking at his phone. "I'm about to go ride."

"You're mad?'' She asked confused.

"Nah."

"Yes, you are!" She laughed. "I win. Ha. Ha. HA!"

"You ain't win shit. It was fun and games until you went crazy."

"Whatever, nigga. I want a chicken salad from that one spot before you go out."

"Welp, you got ten minutes to get in your car, go get it, and come back before I'm out."

"Safaree." She whined and he didn't look at her. "Please?" He ignored her and she crawled onto the bed and got up on her knees. She pecked his lips. "I'm sorry."

He huffed, "What kind of dressing?"

Nicki sat at the dining room table looking at samples and sketches on her laptop of clothing for her line. Just as her stomach began to growl she heard Safaree. He handed her drink to her and then her bag.

"Thanks."

"Yeah.." He said with a look of confusion on his face.

"What's wrong?" She said as she opened her container.

"I can't find my phone."

"Did you take it with you?"

"Yeah. I called you and asked if you wanted something to drink."

"Oh." She bit her lip and thought. "Call the restaurant and see if its there."

"Alright. Lemme see your phone."

"Hmm." She handed it to him as she began eating.

"Since when you got a password?" He asked.

"Since we went to New York and Caiah kept just grabbing my phone. He was dead about to go through that one album." She laughed. "It's the name that we said we'd give our little girl if we have one." She smiled.

"You mad weird."

"So?"

"And corny." He looked at the number on the bag and dialed it. He saw her fist coming towards him and leaned to the opposite direction. "Swerve." She laughed. "Hello? Yeah, I was just there and I think I left my phone. . . . Yeah. Um, its an iPhone and it has a picture of Nicki Minaj on the case and lock screen." He nodded and looked at her. He grabbed a napkin and wiped at her mouth. She smiled. "Yes, the rapper... Um, hmmm. Huge fan." Nicki laughed. "Are you sure? .... OK, thanks."

"What'd they say?" She asked.

"Not there."

"Well, what-" Her phone began playing his ringtone. "You calling me?"

He squinted his eyes at her, "Do it look like I'm calling you?" He answered. "Hello? Hello? Yo!" He looked at the phone. "They hung up."

"Call back." Her phone buzzed.

He furrowed his brows.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Get on twitter." He kept his eyes on the phone.

She did as he asked. As soon as she logged on she looked confused. Her timeline was going crazy about tea being spilled and Onikafaree. She found a retweet from Safaree's page. The tweet read, "For all you freaks out there...".

"You-" He placed the phone in front of her face and she read the text aloud. "More to come? What the fuck does that mean? Somebody is hacking your shit?"

"I guess." He said.

"You fucking guess? All the fucking pictures and videos we have on your phone and you guess?!"

"Yo, why you mad at me?"

"Cause you the dumbass who just handed my bare ass to the world! What the fuck, Safaree!?!"

"Yo, Nic, chill. Let's just text back and-"

"And what?! If they wanted anything besides to fucking embarrass me they would've asked for it first!"

"I'm sure we can reason with them." He watched as she paced the floor.

She stopped and chuckled, "R-reason with them? Are you that fucking stupid, Safaree? How much do you think just one of those pictures will go for?"

"I don't know but-"

"Shut the fuck up." She approached him. "Give me my phone."

"What are you doing?"

She snatched her phone, "Calling them."

"But I just said-"

"Not to reason with them. To cuss them the fuck out."

"Cause that's gone work." He mumbled.

She rolled her eyes and placed the phone to her ear. She huffed as it continued to ring. Her heart was beating incredibly fast and her adrenaline was at an all time high. It went to voicemail.

"Sup. You've reached Safaree. I know I said that it was over but I had to get you one last time, baby. Don't be mad."

"Baby?" He said as she placed the phone down. She ran her hand over her face. She opened her mouth to say something but it wouldn't come out. "Nicki?"

"You have 2.5 seconds to run." She said calmly. "And when I say run I mean get all the way the fuck off of this property."

"2.5 seconds starting-"

"Now." She responded calmly and he took off running. She shook her head as she heard the garage door slam shut.












Question: Was this too much dialogue?