It has been a few weeks since Meek saw Nicki rock the stage. And every since then it's been his mission to try to bump into her so he could make things right. It constantly weighed heavy on his mind, the last time he saw her....
FLASHBACK
Nicki and Meek were leaning up against Nicki's car. Their gaze transfixed on one another. Holding her close in silence meek would random bring their hands up to his lips and place kisses across her knuckles. When a group of girls walk by... One girl doubled back, stopping along side the couple. "Oh, so you don't know nobody now meek?!" "Nah," Meek proclaimed. By this time Nicki had already put distance between the two of them. "You knew me last night when your head was between my legs though" she responded smartly. By this time Nicki was fuming. "That's right baby, he was buried deep inside my treasure chest last night" she told Nicki. Nicki immediately turned on her heels, determine not to cause a scene, but Meek followed closed be her.
Meek: baby, I (gco)
Nicki: all you had to do was say you was with someone... Why couldn't you just tell the truth? Got me out here looking foolish!
Meek: it's not what you think Nic.
Nicki: is she lying Meek?!
Meek: baby....
Nicki: IS SHE LYING MEEK?!!
Meek: (silence)
Nicki: didn't think so! Goodbye Robert!
She said it so calmly, he didn't know how to take it. She walked away. He wanted to call her back, but no words came out. Instead, he watched her until he didn't see her anymore.
END OF FLASHBACK
That would be the last time he saw Nicki, until 3 weeks ago at summer jam. She looked the same, just as gorgeous as the day he first met her. Meek was interrupted by Tak calling her name...
Meek: yo
Tak: Ross called said come to the studio, got somebody he want you to put on your track.
Meek: ard lets go
Meek and his boys roll out to the studio. They walk in to a gorgeous, yellow girl spitting bars like the niggas do. It wasn't Meek's song but damn she was good.
Ain't yellin' cut, when it's shootin' time, sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs, with a suit and tie, and them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong wit' these hoe niggas? Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas ,& it's never less than, like 4 niggas
4 wings and some french fries, hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding, but real niggas still catch a nigga
Cop Raris, I don't test drive 'em, home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with, don't let a single thing get by em...
Nicki looked up to see Meek entranced with her. Wayne and their camp bobbing their heads. The chasers said, ooooh shorty nice! She looked down and continued to rap.
School niggas, get a GED, and I tease niggas, make em B.E.G
Got a money fetish, I'mma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil Herb, what's good? I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good....
"You talking that shit Barbie" wayne told her. "Thanks Baby," she told him. "Barbie, this is" gco, "rihmeek" Nicki finished. Meek smirked. It's been awhile. But his heart still raced at the sound of her calling him Rihmeek. See Rihmeek was his middle name and he never let anyone one call him that.
"Onika" he responded in his deep Philly accent, sending chills down her spine in return. "It's been a minute, can I have a minute?" He asked.
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Second Chance
FanfictionNicki and Meek met 3 years ago. Meek was famous, Nicki was not. But it was her dream to sell out tours all across the world. Nicki was a gorgeous girl and a lot of the times it overshadowed her talent because people would not see past her pretty fac...
