Running in circles(Post Malone Story)COMPLETED

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There was a banging coming from my front door and I couldn't ignore it any longer, whoever it was wasn't going away. However long I ignored them. I'd cooped myself up in my bedroom for 3 days living off snacks and wine. I hadn't showered and I hadn't brushed my hair for the 3 days. But that was easier than facing reality right now.

I wrapped my comforter around my body as I shuffled over to the front door. Stood before me was 2 angry looking , crossed armed friends. I narrowed my eyes sulking as I scurried into the living room and sitting in on the couch waiting for them to come and tell me off. I'd been ignoring all calls, I was supposed to be in holiday.

"Are you still in the same clothes you had on when I left?" Smitty peeled the comforter away in disgust

"Stop judging me" I pouted

"I'm judging, get in the shower and get dressed.  You smell and I'm guessing you have nothing to wear to the billboards tonight. We are going getting you a dress" Adam pulled the cover off me and walked it over to the laundry.

"I don't wanna" I sulked

"Don't test me" Smitty raised his eyebrow at me. I just stuck my tongue out at him. He swooped me up and matched me to the bathroom, dumping me in the tub and switching the shower on. I screamed as the cold water soaked my clothed body. "Get showered"

I grumbled and moaned but I did as I was told. I washed my hair realising that it was a tangled mess. I pampered myself knowing that I would have to look my best tonight, even though I felt like absolute crap. I would have to force a smile. Pretend my life wasn't a mess.  I couldn't bring myself to make any effort to go shopping. I pulled on some sweats and a oversized T-shirt , shoving some sunglasses over my sore eyes to hide the dark bags. I appeared back in my living and they had practically cleaned my whole apartment. I frowned at them.

"Are you just here to shame me?" I huffed

"Nope, let's go grumpy" Adam grabbed my bag, keys and manoeuvred me out and down to Smitty's car. We drove in silence, with me sulking in the back like a child. We pulled up outside some really cute house in Sherman oaks.

"Where are we? I thought you said we where going shopping?" I looked around confused

"I didn't say that" Adam smiled. I dragged my feet but reluctantly followed him. I pulled at the hem of my T-shirt nervously, wondering where the hell we where. The door swung open and Cathy looked out at me with concern in her eyes.

"Come here doll face, Aunty Cathy will fix everything. Well superficially anyway. I'll even give you some swell advice" she held her arms open for me.

"Cathy make me look pretty" I pouted as I took my sunglasses off

"Jesus, how long have you been crying for?" She ushered us in the house quickly like she was smuggling in criminals.

"I'm guessing Austin doesn't know this is happening?" I questioned. The all chuckled

"Oh hell know, he doesn't need to know this my dear" she tried to smooth my hair down unsuccessfully. "Right, this may take me a while guys. Buckle down for a long ride"

She hurried us to a room that she must use to style people. There was a hair and makeup chair in front a massive work surface covered in makeup. I perked up slightly, rubbing my hands together in excitement. I looked through everything and picked out my shades before Cathy sat me down to sort out the bird's nest on the top of my head. She put it all in rollers before helping me with my makeup. She instructed me exactly how my makeup needed to be to compliment the dress I was going to wear. I applied the finishing touch of my bold red lip while she smoothed the Hollywood waves in my hair. She instructed me to strip behind a partition as she handed me a dress on a hanger, I looked at her raising my eyebrows. She just shooed me behind the ornate screen. I could see Adam and Smitty's faces look shocked as they watched me come from behind the screen stepping into the black YSL shoes Austin bought, waiting for me. I look over to Smitty who just shrugged. I had even noticed they had been brought with us.