"My dad loves me more than you." Ciera crosses her arms with a victorious smirk as she waltzes into Drake's hotel room. "Suck it, peasant." She plops herself on his bed.

   "We all know he's lying, cereal," Drake emphasizes his nickname for Ciera. "Parents love me."

   "Don't be DeCaprio's first boyfriend." Ciera jokes. "We all know he likes them young." She winks before sitting up on Drake's bed. "How come you're the only free person when I'm bored?" She crosses her arms again but with a huff.

   "Your favorite white boy isn't free?" Drake places his phone on his bedside before crossing his arms like Ciera.

   "Nope." Ciera pops the p. "And that's why I came to my second favorite white boy." She smirks before she lays down next to Drake. "Don't worry, you'll only have to deal with me annoying you for a few more days and then I'm out of your hair." She pats his shoulder.

   "I quite enjoy you annoying me." He smiles as he looks down at her.

   "Awe, you got me blushing now." Ciera laughs as she hides her face behind her hands. "Oh, my gosh," her hands fly to the side of her torso as she looks at Drake with a childlike smile. "Guess what."

   "What?" Drake gets comfortable and lays on his side so he doesn't have to look down at Ciera for her whole talk about what he believes is about to be Taylor Swift.

   "Dad told me that he took offense to me saying 'Who needs Matthew when I have Taylor.'" She informs him and all he does is smile. "Taylor said she found it funny though."

   "You smile a lot when you talk about Taylor." Drake points out.

   "It's Taylor Swift. You can't not smile when talking about her." Ciera flips onto her side to be face-to-face with Drake. "If I wasn't straight and Joe didn't exist, I'd 100% shoot my shot." A giggle leaves her lips and Drake grins at the sound.

   "I just realized I talk a lot." Ciera purses her lips. "After twenty-one years I just realized that... anyways, what're you doing just sitting in your room?"

   "Waiting for you because I knew everyone would be busy today," Drake answers and a grin adorns Ciera's lips. "And I like listening to you talk. It's especially funny when you don't realize how long you've been talking and you suddenly have to breathe."

   "Awe." Ciera places a hand over her heart. "I feel so loved."

   "Because of that reaction, I'm never saying that kind of thing again." He shakes his head and tries to roll onto his other side, but she grabs him before he can.

   "No," Ciera puts all her strength into making sure Drake doesn't face away from her. "Pookie, don't be like that." The simple nickname she calls him has her laughing and losing grip on holding on to Drake.

   "You're something else, cereal." Drake joins her laughter and untangles himself from her. He moves a little and ends up hovering over a grinning Ciera.

   "I've been told that." Her smile doesn't falter as she keeps eye contact with him and silence suddenly falls over them.

   "You wanna hear something I'm working o-" Ciera's interrupted when she goes to move from her position on the bed and Drake stops her with a kiss she easily melts into. "Or you can do that." She's out of breath when they break apart.

   "Yeah. I like my idea more." Drake smirks before he kisses Ciera again.