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"Absolutely no celebrity crushes." Drake told his girlfriend. He had his hand on her thigh as they drove in his black Rolls Royce.
"But, why?" Y/N giggled at the rapper.
The topic of celebrity crushes came up and they had started to talk about it.
"Because you're a celebrity, meaning that you have a high chance of meeting Micheal B. Jordan. So he ain't allowed to be your celebrity crush. Have your crush be like Soulja Boy or something. Someone butt ugly."
"Never Soulja Boy," Y/N scrunched her face in disgust, "And I already met Micheal." Y/N started to laugh because she knew Drake would be pissed.
"Oh, hell no!" Drake raised his voice. He wasn't angry, but he was serious. "No more Micheal."
"Baby," Y/N grabbed his hand. "You better looking than him anyway." Drake pursed his lips at her and rolled his eyes.
"Don't lie to me." Drake shook his head. Y/N threw her head back and laughed.
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