{i suck at updating lol, if i start another fan fiction who would you want it to be? like which one of the boys? Comment below :))}
Meghan's POV
after the dinner johnson and gilinsky told me they just signed something and their officially going on tour.
"oh my god, that's insane." i said trying to sound happy, i am happy for them. it's just, i don't know.
"yeah, it's only in the US, just a couple cities. you can come along. me and jack are the headliners... but there's gonna be some other people, we don't know who yet," gilinsky said.
i can come? what will the fans say though?
"who do you think will be on the tour too?" i asked,
"maybe our friend kenny, we are figuring it out tomorrow," gilinsky said.
i nodded and sat on the couch taking my heels off, my feet are killing me.
"i need a shower," gilinsky said leaving us in the living room.
i laid down on the couch, just wanting to sleep. i don't feel good. i feel like i never feel good.
"how was the dinner?" johnson asked.
i closed my eyes, "good" i slightly whispered wanting to sleep.
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the next day i woke up feeling much better then last night. it's only 8am, i usually wake up at like 10 or 11.
"oh i wasn't expecting you to be awake," johnson said walking in the living room. he had sweats on with a t shirt, his blonde hair was sticking up.
"me neither," i said
gilinsky came out after johnson.
"wanna come to the studio? were working on our ep for the tour. i want you to wear the music." johnson said sitting down next too me.
"yeah, but i need to get ready. I'll take an uber." i said, as much as I hate taking an uber. I don't wanna keep them up. i do take forever to get ready. and i don't wanna look like shit going to the studio.
"we can wait" they both said and i nodded leaving to get dressed and not look like a total bum.
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we got to the studio, it was hella nice. it's so cool they have the opportunity to do all of this. and it's cool that i can experience it too.
they've been working on this ep for quite awhile apparently, i didn't even know because all of my bullshit.
"this song were workin on, it's called doing it right. it's so tight. you'll love it," johnson explained to me. we were sitting on the couch, waiting. i don't even know why we're waiting.
"get in my snapchat," johnson said pulling out of phone and going on the snapchat app.
he moved closer to me and stuck his tongue out, he uploaded it too his story.
a couple minutes later the boys went into the recording booth, i guess that's what you call it?
they sound fucking amazing. gilinsky voice, and Johnson's rapping is so good.
they went through all of their songs. and so far doing it right and tides is my favorites.
they came out with smiles on their faces, "did you like it?" johnson asked.
"what the hell, of course. you guys are so good." i said sitting down on the small couch. they both sat down beside me.
we eventually left the studio and the boys passed out as soon as we got home
Johnson's phone kept going off and I couldn't watch my tv show. I quickly put it on vibrate.
my phone went off and it was a text from sammy.
'where are you'
'home'
'that's not your home'
i slightly laughed and rolled my eyes. it feels like my home now.
sammy texted me again,
'speaking of your home, you should come home'
i decided not too answer, i can't get sucked up with him. I promised myself i am done dating for a little while. and I don't think i can just hang out with him just as friends.
i watched a couple of episodes of breaking bad, everyone told me too start watching it so i started it.
Johnson's phone kept vibrating and i quickly got up and checked it seeing like twenty messages from 'Mallory'
wait, mallory, mallory? why is she texting him?
i told myself not to open the messages but i couldn't help myself,
i scrolled up and saw their texts too each other,
'can't wait too see you,' the text read, he sent it too her.
'your comming to omaha before your tour, right?' she replied.
'yeah, i am still mad you can't come on the tour. they said we could bring one guest and i wanted it to be you' he texted her.
i honestly felt sick, I was his second choice on going on this damn tour. why is he talking to her?
I put the phone down and sat down on the couch. a door opened and johnson came from out the hallway.
"hey," he said and i pulled out a smile wanting him to get the hell away from me. he's clearly mistaking if he thinks i am going on that tour with them.
he grabbed his phone and sat down next too me, i tried not to look at him and tried to keep my eyes on the tv screen. i herd him text and i knew he had a smile on his face. i just wanted to punch him and her in the face at the same time.
"who you texting?" i asked, seeing if he's gonna lie too me.
"my mom, she wants me to come to omaha this weekend," he lied and i didn't say anything.
