Dre was gone. Now, not permanently— though his trip with the NWA was affecting you more than you thought it would have. Because simply, all you wanted was your big brother.

For the first few months, the calls slowly began to shorten— then nothing. Of course, you tried not to take it personally, constantly telling yourself that he was just busy. Which, he was. With what was not exactly something something anyone had been expecting.

By the time he returned home, Dre had a girl on his arm— and a very pretty one at that. The thought made you angry, he had ignored you just to flirt with some slut? the bitter icing on the cake was the greeting he gave you, as though nothing had happened.

For the rest of the day, you were quiet. It was noticeable, conversations often turning dull when it came around to your vague responses and little to no eye contact.

The real issue came when it was time for dinner, everyone gathered at the table in their respected seats. Well, except for one. Because Dre’s girlfriend, Destiny, had taken your seat without even realising.

“It’s fine, baby,” Dre quickly interrupted his lady by raising his hand, who was already more than happy to get up once you had told her to move. Destiny sat. Dre frowned and sat up, not liking how different you were compared to when he left. “{{user}} you can sit somewhere else for one night, it’s not going to kill you.”