Drug × Martin Garrix

1.7

"Dillon?!" I yelled. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Ouch," He put a hand to his heart in mock hurt. "Is that how you greet an old friend?"

"I want to hug you right now but you're all sweaty." I told him. 

"Oh. I kind of jumped around and did fucking weird things near Martin." He said. "Come on. Let's go to Martin's room."

"Okay." He eyed the things I had in my hand.

"Why do you have those?" He asked and held out a hand. I let him hold the doughnuts.

"I kind of got hungry on the way so I bought some food." I told him.

"You got hungry?" He asked. "Then why is there so many food?"

"Oh. I wanted to be nice and bought Martin food. You can eat too if you want." I said casually.

"Why didn't you buy me fucking Taco Bell?!" He yelled.

"Sorry," I laughed. "I didn't even knew you were here." 

We arrived at Martin's room eventually and I saw the guy again. I remembered my actions earlier and thought that it was rude. Very rude.

I, being the good samaritan I am again, said sorry to him. Please note my sarcasm. Later on, I found out that this guy was actually Martin's Manager. I instantly regretted my actions earlier.

While we were waiting, me and Dillon just kind of did some Vines and Snapchats. It was very fun when Dillon is around because he's crazy. We waited for like 10 minutes until Martin arrived.

He was all sweaty and he smelled like... Well, sweat. Duh! Of course. He fist bumped his manager and gave Dillon a bro hug. I felt awkward just sitting there while they were all like, "Yeah, Martin. Great job, man."

"Oh. Martin, this is Camille." Dillon introduced me. Thank you, Dillon! I've never been so thankful for having you!

"Hi," I said standing up and holding my hand out for a shake. "I'm Camille. When I meet people or DJ's, I usually hug them but you're all sweaty so..."

They all laughed at my comment. Later on, Martijn took a shower and I was still pouting. Wanna know why? Well, Martin told me to call him Martijn but I kind of had trouble pronouncing it and they laughed at me.

When he emerged from the shower, he bumped his fist on my shoulder. "Don't get all pouty now."

"I was kidding!" I laughed. "I totally got you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did." He said while drying his hair with a towel.

"Oh, shit. I forgot!" I yelled.

"What?" Martijn asked.

I took out the food I boutht from the refrigerator they have in the room and gave them to him. After getting my Starbucks drink though. I also opened the doughnut box and told them to eat it.

Of course, Dillon being Dillon, had to make a Snapchat about how I'm such a good friend and all that shit he does on Snapchat. I gave him the Cotton Candy Frappe since Martijn didn't like it. Neither did I.

The night had to end so quickly and they had to go back to they're hotel. Dillon asked me if I wanted to go but before I could answer, he dragged me out into the hallway. I kept protesting but he just wouldn't let me go.

"Okay, Dillon." I sighed. "I give up. I'm coming with. Now, let me go."

Dillon didn't even budge. I have two conlusions; One, he pretended that he didn't actually hear me because he might think that if he let me go, I would run away or something. Two, he actually didn't hear me but I doubt that because I'm so close to him right now.