I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.
"Hello?" I said once again.
"Debbie, it's me Drake"
Damn that voice!
"H-how d-did you get my-y number?" my voice started to shake.
"It was on your facebook profile, so is your address." He said with a laugh.
"Why are you calling me?"
"Is this 20 questions now?” ha laughed. “I just thought I would call to see what you were doing, but I have to go, see you later."
"Wait, what do you mean by see you later?" I said but the call already ended.
So I went back in the flea market and finished shopping.
*Three Months Later*
I was lay in bed looking at my Drake poster wishing I was really talking to him. We talk almost everyday, and then it hit me. I puledl out my laptop and began writing a facebook message.
Me:- Hey when are you going to be North Carolina again? you should come see me!-
Then I closed my laptop and took a short nap because I woke up to my phone ringing.
Me:-nothing much just bored.
Drake:-are you home? because I don’t see any lights on.-
On that note my phone hit the floor and I ran outside, my hair was a mess and I wasn't ready for any company.
The only thing that was running through my mind was how the hell did he get my address.
I stood on my back porch and then I saw this Chevy Malibu drive in my yard.
I walk to the car and tapped on the glass, then the window began to go down.
What I saw at that moment shocked the crap out of me. It was like a dream or something.
"Hey Debbie." he said with a warm loving smile.
"H-hey Aubrey." I said trying to keep myself up right.
"Debbie, I tell you this all the time, you can call me Drake if you want," he said getting out the car with a few bags.
He is soo tall.
"I like Aubrey better, hey umm what's the bags for?" I replied with a smile.
"For you..and me, it's my...