𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

14

"COLSON KIND OF SHIFTED UP THE schedule a bit," Sam muttered into the phone, his tone unimpressed. 

It was morning now. I could see the California sun turn up from my hotel room window, it was still drenched in red and orange, not yet in it's proper state to take over the sky. It was 7:00 now. 

"Two days from now we travel to San Diego, a show day there and then we catch a flight to New York. From there of course we follow our decided schedule," He dictated. 

"Isn't that risky? Changing schedules like that so last minute?" I ask, my stomach clenched. We were going to San Diego whether I like it or not. 

"The tickets are already sold out, I guess Colson Baker's reasoning ends after that fact," Sam hummed. 

"You coming out for breakfast?" Sam asked after a pause. 

"No, I'll just order for room service," I respond, my free hand going through my hair. 

"Davina, you okay? you sound tense," his voice was concerned, and for a second I wished I could tell him everything, but I could not.

"Yes, I just," I break off, trying to regain my composure, "I just miss mom and Mickey, that's all." 

"Why don't you call them," Sam asked and I nodded even though I knew he couldn't see it. 

"I'll do that, bye Sam," I said, ready to hang up. 

"And Davina remember, we have two days here okay? Going to be doing an hour or two of sound check today and nothing else. So regain your strength because we'll rarely get free days now. Schedule is packed," He instructed. 

"Mhm okay," I hummed, "Bye." 

I hung up. Then I opened my messaging app and texted my mom to call me when she wakes up. Neither Mickey nor her would be up right now. I made sure to add emojis so she wouldn't think something was wrong. If only she knew what I have gotten myself into. I needed to talk to her if I wanted to survive, I couldn't tell her anything, but her voice always soothed me. 

Then I walked over to the bathroom and got ready for the day. I didn't plan on going out, maybe a peaceful walk alone at night so nobody sees me, but other than that I wanted to stay in today. Just stay in and clear my head and find my composure. I stepped out of my oversized shirt and sleeping shorts and pulled out a full sleeved shirt my size and some leggings. Dressed for my day of staying in, I made my way to my bed to order room service. 

The most I could do right now was to enjoy myself with the resources I have. Using the hotel telephone, I ordered my breakfast; just an omelette, jam and toast. 

The room service arrived just fifteen minutes later, and I helped myself to the food, cross legged on my bed instead of making use of the small dining table. 

My phone rang then, and I reached over for it. The screen was lit with Trippie's name, and a slight tremor seized my stomach. The universe couldn't have me avoid him forever. 

"Hi Trippie," I spoke, pressing the phone against my ear using my shoulder, my hands busy buttering a toast. 

"Hi baby," he murmured, his voice thick and unclear as though he had just rolled out of bed. "Why aren't you downstairs for breakfast?" 

"I ordered room service," I reply.

"Under the weather, are we?" He asked, chuckling slightly.

"No, I'm just tired," I hesitate, I didn't want to attract his attention. Knowing him, Trippie would be more pissed than concerned if I were to get sick on this tour.