𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

7

"LET'S DO THIS," ROOK BOBBED his head, his car coming to a sleek stop near where everyone else stood amongst the buses.

The way he parked, sand sprinting out from underneath the tires as he swerved, we caught almost everyone's attention, making me more nervous then I already was. I hadn't ever been on something like this before, even though the something like this I am talking about hasn't even started yet. 

He shut the engine down, and I turned my attention away from him to myself, jingling with my seat belt and making sure to grab my carry on purse and the cardigan I had brought along. I heard Rook's door open as he stepped out, I followed, opening the door to my side, my boots coming in contact with the ground. I turned and slammed the door shut, not too hard. 

"Baby," I immediately heard Trippie's voice, and my eyes found him again.

He was motioning for me to join him. I felt Colson's eyes on me from where he stood next to Trippie, but I was careful not to look at him as I approached my boyfriend. A smile slowly fixated itself on my face, an involuntary reflex action whether I meant it or not. 

Trippie's hand snaked around my waist as I joined him, his thick arm pulling me to his side. The, I looked at Colson Baker. His light eyes were on me, and when my irises met his, he looked away, his eyes falling to the joint in between his painted fingernails. 

"You came with Rook?" Trippie asked, his posture unbothered, but the tone of his voice told me otherwise.

Something inside me constricted, I hadn't told Trippie about Rook. He didn't know I knew his grandma, or that she brought over baked goods every week, or that she was basically family. He didn't know any of that, I hadn't thought he'd care for it or even understand, so I had kept my mouth shut. 

"Yeah," a voice responded instead of mine, and my eyes fell onto Rook who was now standing next to Colson, his hands tucked in his jean pockets. "I told her I'd pick her up, it was no trouble." 

Trippie's hold on my waist tightened, along with the muscles in my stomach. This wasn't the explanation Trippie Redd needed. I turned my head to face him.

"His grandma is my neighbor. He was there today and we were going to the same place, so Rook insisted."  

"Hell yeah, I insisted," Rook smirked, "My car is going on this tour too, it made sense for Davina to come along. Plus, she's awesome company." 

My smile turned genuine at that, and Rook chuckled, simultaneously pulling his hands out of his pockets and air drumming. 

"Your car fucking goes everywhere with us," Colson Baker spoke for the first time that moment, "Maybe you should teach it how to drum as well, it'll be of use to more of us then."

His voice was raspy, he looked as though he was in a mood. His eyes barely wide open and his brows straight. The front of his platinum hair was falling into his eyes, and he looked unfazed, unbothered. He took a puff of his joint, air blowing from his nose in rivulets. 

Rook laughed, even though Colson looked like was doing anything but joking, and then he punched his tall mate playfully in the ribs and Colson let out a scoff at his attempt. 

"Kelly was just telling me about our joint bus," Trippie started, changing the conversation, his eyes on me as I looked back at him. 

"You see that?" He pointed, his finger in the direction where a different kind of bus stood, decorated with elaborate punk designs and both Trippie and the Machine Gun Kelly trademarks. I could spot multiple double x's on the sides, as well as Trippie's signs. The bus was a red fading into a green, and it said Hotel Diablo and A Love Letter For 4 in black splattered ink.