Save Me From You

"My beautiful bed!"

"We've only been gone for 3 days."

"You just have to kill every moment, don't you?" I looked over at SB sitting my bags down and saw him head out of my bedroom door.

"Wait." I hopped up from my bed and followed behind him. "Where you going?"

"Studio."

"For?"

"Mixtape. Why? You wanna come?"

"No, I wanna rest. Come lay with me, babe."

"Uhn uhn. Don't start that." he placed his keys in his pocket and turned around to me.

"Can't it wait, Safaree?"

"Come with me."

"No. I don't wanna sit in the studio all day when I can be relaxing." I folded my arms and leaned against his bedroom door.

"Stay here."

"You're a jerk."

"How?" he put his SB chain on his neck and turned to me while putting on his watch.

"Who gets dressed up to go to the studio?"

"Oh, this shit again." he turned back to his dresser and continued putting his jewelry on. "You coming or not?"

"You know what, fuck you, Safaree."

"You know you go from zero to sixty real quick. You snap outta nowhere."

I hate that he tries to be funny when shit isn't funny.

"Safa-"

"We been doing good." he cut me off while switching from his navy blue hat to a black hat. "I don't wanna argue with you." he adjusted the hat on his head. "I know you remember what happened last time." I stared at him as he headed towards me pulling his keys out of his pockets before he walked passed me and down the steps and out the door.

"Nah, I gotta go back to L.A."

Nicki looked up from her phone. "For what?"

"Video shoot with Genisis."

"Safaree."

"What?" he turned around from packing his suitcase and turned to look at Nicki. 

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah." he stuffed another shirt into the suitcase. "Why? Wussup?"

"You're going to leave Australia? This couldn't wait?"

"I told you this before we came here I would have to go back." He zipped up his suitcase and turned around looking at Nicki. "What's wrong?" he asked confused. 

"Tomorrow is my biggest show here and you decide to leave." Nicki put her phone down to her lap and rolled her eyes. "How thoughtful." 

"It's not like I'm leaving for the rest of the tour. Chill."

"Don't tell me to chill, SB."

Safaree looked over at her face and slightly shook his head knowing where this was going. 

"It's really not that serious. I'll be back the next day." he pulled up his pants and took a seat on the lounge. "You good. I don't have to always be around." he grabbed his suitcase off the bed and sat it on the floor, sitting it up.

"Is that suppose to mean something?"

"Nah. You just always have an attitude when I have something to do that don't revolve around you."

"Wow." Nicki folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the headboard. "Go ahead and say it, Safaree." 

"Say what?"

"What you really tryna say, SB? You always sayin some slick shit and makin me out to be the bad guy."

"See. That's your problem."

"Oh, now I have a problem? Tell me about it."

"You always think somebody's against you." he moved some stuff around on the bed. "I'm just tryna get out. Do some stuff for me...and you make me out to be the bad guy all the time."

"How?"

"I don't even wanna go there."

"No, Safaree. Let's go there. You brought it up."

"Actually I didn't. You brought it up."

"How do I make you out to be the bad guy?"

"I'm already the bad guy out there in the media for no reason. It doesn't help that all you do is embarrass me on twitter and stuff like that. I'm always the bad guy."

"I never even say your name, Safaree. Get the fuck outta here with that."

"You think these people are dumb, don't you? They know who you're talking about. I don't even know why we're talking about this." he said putting stuff in his Louis V backpack. "I got other shit I need to be doing."

"You act like you being here with me is a burden. Nobody made you come along for this, SB."

"Did I even say that? You always jump to conclusions."

"Well that's basically what you're saying!" 

"It's not though." he sat his suitcase back on the bed. "But I know what you doing, so whatever."

"What am I doing?"

"You just tryna keep an argument going so you have a reason to yell."

"How the fuck am I looking for a reason to yell?"

"There you go." he chuckled. "I got other shit to do though."

"You wouldn't be doin shit if it wasn't for me." 

SB paused what he was doing and stood there for a moment. He turned around towards Nicki. "You know it's fucked up that you even think like that." he said pointing a finger at her before he dropped it down to his side and turning back around gathering his stuff. "That's one thing I regret." he said. "Not for me but for you."

"What are you talking about?" Nicki asked with attitude. 

"This."

"Spit it the fuck out, Safaree."

"This business. It's turned you into a selfish ass person." 

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

"Yeah. You was never like this."

"I've always been the same damn way, SB. See, that's YOUR problem. You treat me like the media! Oh, Nicki is selfish! Nicki is this! Nicki is that!" Nicki waved her arms in the air dramatically. "Fuck you, too! YOU'VE changed, SB. Not me." Nicki said pointing at herself.

"How have I changed?"

"You act all hollywood and shit. Don't play dumb."

"Aight. How?" SB turned around and sat on the bed looking directly at Nicki. It was making her even more mad that he was being so calm about this while trying to call her out on things. She didn't like it. 

"Safaree, please. You got a little bit of attention here and there and you act like you don't need me anymore. We were in this TOGETHER, SB." Nicki said waving her finger between her and SB. "YOU changed on ME."

SB rubbed his hands over his face getting annoyed at the fact that something as simple as him packing to leave up to go to LA escalated to this. Was he surprised? No. The tension between them lately has been too obvious. It was like they switched on each other at any given moment. They were just fine this same exact morning and now they're ready to rip off each others heads. It was stressing him out to be honest and he needed a break from Nicki. 

"And it's BULLSHIT! It's bullshit! Now I'm selfish?"

"You really are. You don't even realize it." he said remaining calm. SB was getting angry with himself for even engaging in this argument with her but he needed to let his thoughts be heard. It was just going to build up and become way bigger than it is right now. 

"Ok, tell me how I'm selfish. Point out all the ways I'm selfish."

"It's just little shit. Every time I even do something outside of Nicki we back at this point. It always has to be about Nicki. Damn." he took his hat off and rubbed his head to try and calm himself down before placing his hat back on his head. "All of this shit is getting to your head."

"This coming from you, really? Mister "rich gang?" Save it."

"Nicki, you know me. All that ignorant shit is just for play."

"No, actually. I don't know you."

"Nah, I don't know you."

"Fuck you." Nicki knocked over the teddy bear on the bed that Safaree had given her. "When the fuck is your flight?"

He nodded his head while looking up. "You make this so hard to even be around you."

Nicki threw her hands up annoyed. "LEAVE, Safaree! You have a flight to catch. Go shoot your little video! Go record your little mixtape! Go do you, Safaree!" 

"You kill me with this shit." Nicki stared at him as he stood up and put his backpack on his back. 

"It's always Nicki, isn't it?" Nicki laughed sarcastically. "Mhmmm. It's always Nicki. It's always me. It's always meeeeee. I'm selfish. I've changed. I don't care about anyone's feelings but my own." Nicki said slamming her hand down to the bed and clutching up her phone. She stood up walking passed Safaree. "I'm sorry, SB. Go enjoy life! Get away from me so you can be happy! Just go!" Nicki yelled as she walked into the bathroom slamming the door shut.

I snapped out of my memory by my phone ringing. I hate whenever me and SB are doing good and all the negative things just come back to haunt me...it's crazy how they come in certain moments. I walked down the hall and around the corner to my room and walked over to my nightstand grabbing my phone.

"Candiiiiiiii!" I yelled into the phone.

"Details girl!" Lauren said.Oh lord, it's a 3 way. This should be interesting.

"What?" I asked confused and sat down on my bed taking off my heels. Damn. My feet hurt.

"You. SB. Spill." Candi said.

"He hates me." I lied. "He left. Somewhere with some hoe in a strip club I'm sure."

"What the hell did you do now, Onika?" The government? Oh, this bitch.

"You always doing something." Lauren said.

"Fuck y'all, okay. We're fine actually."

"BITCH!" Candi yelled.

"Girl." Lauren said. I laughed. Why are they so dramatic?

"Bitch, I told you to call me when y'all fix things? What happened?"

"I was busy?"

"Oh?" Lauren and Candi said together. "So I assume he's been tearing that up. Finally! You mean as hell when you don't get some." Candi said.

"You know what, we're really not about to do this. Do you guys wanna know what happened or not?"

"Hold up, girl. Let me get my popcorn." I heard Lauren moving somethings around before she came back to the phone. "Ready."

"Girl, I been ready."

I rolled my eyes. Now that they're done with their dramatics.

"All we did was talk it out." I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my body. I walked over to the my closet and walked over to my sweatsuits.

"That's it?"

"What a boring story."

I grabbed some sweats and put them on.

"Nothing interesting?"

"No crazy argument that lead to make-up sex?"

"That's really it?"

"YES!" I yelled to them as I walked back into my room as walked over to my dresser. I put the phone on speaker and placed it on the dresser.

"We've been telling you to talk to him for months, why now?"

"I don't know." I opened the top drawer in my dresser, grabbed a cute little shirt, and sat it on the dresser. "It was going too far." I took off the shirt I had on and tossed it on to my bed. I grabbed the cute little t-shirt and put it on.

"So where's he at now?"

"The studio."

"Oh you ran him off again?"

"Hold on." Candi said.

'What?" me and Lauren said at the same time.

"Bitch, it was just your birthday. I know you got some. I called yo ass that entire night and you ain't answer none of my calls. What was you doing?"

"I know." Lauren said.

"I know too." Candi said.

"What?" I said.

"Bustin that pussy open in the islands of Waikikiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" they said in unison before laughing. Ugh. They're so ugly and immature for that.

"Whatever. I can't stand you guys."

"Oop. I know that voice. She sounds like she's smiling. And you know what that means."

"SB PUT IT DOWN!"

My jaw dropped. Are they serious right now?

"This is exactly why I didn't call you guys."

"Mhmmmm."

"Are you guys coming up here for Christmas?" I said trying to change the subject.

"Can't. Sorry."

"Me either, Nic. Can I get a rain check?"

"What? The ONE Christmas I have off and you guys aren't coming down here? I'm sad."

"I'm sure Santa Beezy can make you happy."

I rolled my eyes. "Bye you guys. I love you. I gotta go."

"Oh? Is SB back?"

"BYE!" I yelled before I hung up the phone.

I ended the call and bit my bottom lip while looking at my reflection in the mirror. I stared at myself feeling a little weird about what happened with SB. I don't want there to be any tension. We JUST got back to being somewhat normal again. Last thing I need is something this little to cause a problem so big. I grabbed my phone and grabbed my keys off my dresser. I walked back into my closet and grabbed the hoodie to my sweatsuit and put it on. I stroked my long black wig before putting my hood on. I grabbed my sunglasses and slid them on my face.

I drove to the studio to surprise SB and....yes, apologize. I parked beside his car and hopped out. Ugh. It's cold outside. I pouted for a quick second before walking up to the studio and walking in. I walked down the hall looking side to side from room to room trying to figure out which room SB would be in. Then I remembered he always uses the same studio. I pushed the door open and stepped in. I looked around for SB and my heart nearly stopped when he jumped out of the corner.

"Why the fuck would you do that?"

"Oh, damn." he laughed while walking over to me. "I thought you was Aree. My bad." he walked back over to the swivel chair in front of the studio controls and sat down. "What you doing here? Everything good?" he looked over towards me.

"Everything's fine." I leaned off the door and walked over to the controls and leaned against them. "Shouldn't you be getting some rest? Back to the grind tomorrow."

"I want to be here."

Music stared to blare out and I leaned off of the control panel. SB laughed causing me to slightly laugh.

"You know you can't be resting that ass on any and everything."

"Shut up." I laughed.

"You know there's a bed and stuff up stairs if you're tired. You don't have to-"

"Hush." I put a finger over his lips and smiled at his face. "I want to be here, SB." I moved my finger from his lips and swiveled his chair around so I can sit in his lap. I sat down getting comfy and grabbed his hand. "I don't want you to think I don't want you doing stuff on your own." I started to play with his hand like I do every time we have a serious talk. "You're a grown ass man." I slightly laughed. "You can do whatever you want. Don't let me hold you back." there was a silence for a little. "And if I am tell me."

"You always over thinking." he said. If that ain't the truth. "I have no problem telling you when you getting on my nerves, Nicki."

I elbowed him in the stomach and smiled when I heard him grunt in pain.

"Meanie."

"Whatever." I stood up and turned looking down at him. "Get to the booth. Let's go. I wanna hear BARZ! Don't come with that whack shit. Up!"

he shook his head and stood up.

"Yeah, you could've got stayed home." he turned to walk off and I smacked his ass.

"Aye!" he turned to me and pointed at me. "Come here." I smiled and shook my head no. "Aye! Over here. Now."

"Do I get my lips?"

"You know it."

I smiled and walked over towards him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pecked me on the lips. He turned to walk off and I stopped him.

"Uhn uhn." I said.

"What?"

"My bottom lip." I pointed him towards me. "Bring it here." he smiled and my smile grew as he came closer to me. I placed a kiss on his bottom lip before releasing and giving him another quick peck.

"Get to work! Let's go!"
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this chapter is just eh. whatever.