lost the way | lil peep

you called me baby

After preparing and eating some dinner, Meg got around to getting ready, very much against her own will. She did her make-up with the few things that she managed to grab while she was leaving her old house. 'Old' because she wasn't planning to go back there ever, especially now that she and Gus were together. She would just stay with him at the crib until she was able to maybe rent something for herself.

"I can't do this!" She repeated for the hundredth time in the past half hour.

"Yes, you can," Gus kept answering her in the same way. "It'll be fun."

"What if I break down or something? What if I ruin everyone else's night? What if-"

"Baby. It's gonna be fine." He didn't even notice that he used a different pet name this time.

"Baby?"

"What?" He looked up at her, not understanding what she was getting at.

"You called me baby." The girl explained with a sweet smile gracing her face.

"You don't like that?"

"Oh, no, no. Quite the opposite. I like that a lot." Her cheeks reddened a little bit as she admitted that.

"Well, great, baby, you might as well get used to that." He replied with a cocky smile and leaned closer to her to kiss her. "I like doing that."

"Kissing?"

"Kissing you." Gustav's charming words had Meg blushing as red as a tomato. And when he captured her soft lips in a passionate kiss she legit forgot how to breathe for a second. "Get ready, boo, or we gonna be late."

She rolled her eyes but got back to doing her hair. Or at least attempting to harness her messy curls. The fact that the poor brush wasn't cooperating in the slightest wasn't helping with her frustration. The redhead huffed angrily and fought herself to not throw the damn thing against a wall.

"This is horrible," she moaned, pouting her lips and looking up at Gus.

He just sighed, "your attitude is horrible, baby. You look amazing and we really need to get going."

"Okay, okay, let's go."

The drive to wherever they were going wasn't long, fifteen minutes at best. Wiggy didn't tell anybody where exactly they were going to party tonight, just texted a random address to the group chat and requested for everyone to be there at 8. And so they obliged.

At 8 PM sharp Gustav parked his Benz in front of a house with a porch cutely decorated with little fairy lights.

"This isn't a club," Meg said surprised.

"No one said we were going to a club." Gus might have not recognized the address, but he sure did recognize the place.

"Don't you dare judge me for assuming that," she wagged her skinny finger at Gustav. "I know how y'all are."

"Aight, aight," he laughed quietly. "Come on, baby. Let's not keep 'em waiting, yeah?"

Hand in hand, the couple walked towards the front door, but with every step, Margaret's anxiety rose.

"I- I don't think I can do it, Gus." Her quiet voice trembled, just like her hands. Actually, her whole damn body was trembling.

"Take a deep breath, baby," Peep had no idea how he could help his panicking girlfriend, all he knew was to stay calm to not upset her further.

"Can you go get Wiggy?" He shouldn't be mad or jealous. He knew that very well. But why the fuck would she need another man when he was right there? Wasn't he enough? "Bub, I- please..."