𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

8

"MICHAEL IT'S ALRIGHT," I SPOKE INTO the phone, being as patient as I could with him while he freaked out on me. "The stop for gas is less than an hour away, I'll switch buses then." 

"You're on Colson's fucking bus," He shouted again, and I distanced my phone from my ear just in time to save my ear drums. "Is that what you planned, huh? You wanted to get on his bus? What the fuck, Davina?" 

"Michael," I snapped, my frustration seeping through as I controlled my voice. I didn't want anyone to hear this, didn't want anyone to see me in this situation. "What is wrong with you? I told you I was talking to Sam and I forgot to ask him the bus number." 

It was a lie actually. I had asked Sam, but I just hadn't heard what he had said. 

"Where are you right now?" He let out impatiently, his voice was on edge now. 

I looked around. I was right outside the room Rook, Dominic and Colson were chilling in. I shifted away from their door, suddenly realizing how quiet it was and wondering how audible this phone call was being. 

"I don't know," I said into the phone, successfully irritated before the tour even began. "In a hallway? I've never been on a tour bus before, Michael." 

"I swear to God," Trippie groaned, and I could clearly envision him clutching his phone so tight his knuckles were yellowing.  

"Relax okay?" I started, "Once the stop comes, I'll get off. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"  

I was walking away now, towards the start of the hallway where the door was. I decided I'll just wait this out. The stop couldn't be more time away now. I approached a small sitting arrangement beside the door and sat down. 

"You're the one making a big deal out of this Davina, you should've fucking come with me," He shouted again. "Sam is fucking standing right in front of me, you couldn't have talked to him on the bus?" 

Because I wanted to make sure everything was alright, without you there to mock me if it wasn't. 

"Get a joint, Michael," I sighed, my free hand touching my forehead. Then I hung up on him. 

"Wow," A voice caught me by surprise as I turned to face the speaker, it was Rook, standing in the start of the short hallway that led to the room we were just in. "He is losing his shit, isn't he?" 

"Yes, he is," I responded with a shrug of my shoulders. If I keep going like this, I will be nearer to strike three then I realize, and this will all come down on me like a tower falling apart. 

"He's the jealous type, ain't he," Rook murmured, playing with a skull shaped lighter in his hand.

I didn't say anything, I didn't think I needed to say anything. 

"Listen," He started awkwardly, "About what Colson said, he's fucking high so he doesn't know what he is saying. Ignore him."

"Ignored," I murmur, my eyes on my boots as I clutched my phone and cardigan to my stomach. I didn't want to even think about him right now. He was a ghost I only imagined. That ghost on that terrace of the music studio was a figment of my mind. It was a fleeting thing that I built so much of, and now that I see it was just ruins, it makes my stomach knot up and my heart plunge. I am so stupid. 

"So will you come hang out with us? until the stop comes," Rook asked, bringing me out of my reverie. 

"I think I will just stay here," I replied, playing with my feet. "Thank you for the offer anyways."

Rook shrugged nonchalantly. "Fine, I'll join you then." 

Rook didn't exactly go out of his way to give me company, he just sat there, air drummed and beat boxed while simultaneously smoking, making me giggle. We didn't talk further, and soon the bus made a stop for gas after what felt like fifteen minutes.