Rage

Chapter Four

Quick note:

For a visual, Jhene Aiko is how I pictured Kennedy, but with purple hair. She's super pretty, Asian like me lol, and I love her voice.

In my head, this is how I see them in this chapter. And the acoustic version of "The Pressure" is way better than the album version, in my opinion; I love it.

Also, I'd reeeaaalllllly appreciate your thoughts on my story. If it sucks, if it's okay, any suggestions or ideas, constructive criticism. I'm trying hard to write a decent fic, but I have 0 encouragement/feedback to go off of. Please and thank you :)

Okay, back to the story....
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After the realization that I was safe in my own bed, I flopped back down on the mattress. I laid on my bed for I don't know how long before stumbling my way to the bathroom.

I searched the tiny medicine cabinet for some kind of pain releiver, anything to make the pounding in my head stop. It took a minute to find the Tylenol with me squeezing my eyes shut the entire time, but once I did, I quickly downed two capsules.

While I was in there I brushed my teeth and combed a few tangles out of my hair with my fingers. It was still early, so I'd shower closer to when I had to go to work. I walked back out into the living area and stopped dead in my tracks. My pantless, only-in-underwear-and-a-tank-top tracks. Starring back at me from my small couch, was MGK.

"Holy shit, why the hell is here? And why are we both in our underwear?!" Inside, I was screaming.

He must've noticed my extremely shocked expression because a chuckle escaped between the smile he was trying to hide.

"Uh, um, what, I mean hi, but, um, shit." I couldn't form a sentence to save my life.

Realizing I was still standing there in all my glory, I quickly jumped back into my bed and covered up with my comforter. Smooth.

I didn't know what the hell was going on. Did we have sex, how did we get here, how did he get into my apartment? I mean, obviously I had let him in, but I have absolutely no recollection of anything after flip cup. I swear I didn't even see him at the party...

"Before you freak out," he finally said, "nothing happened."

I was still confused. "Then why are we both in our underwear?" I couldn't even look him in the eyes.

Kells started laughing. At least one of us thinks this is funny...

He shook his head, "Trust me, if something DID happen, we wouldn't be wearing anything," he laughed. "We ran into eachother at the hotel. You were playing a game with Slim, remember?" I nodded. "To be honest, I was trying to get you to stay, but you had your heart set on sleeping in your own bed. I wasn't exactly in driving condition, so I called a cab. You kept going on about my music, your band's struggles, and how much you loved my tats. You kept asking me to take off my shirt, I figured I'd come along and see where the night took us," he blushed a little at the end.

"Well..?" I raised my eyebrows.

He smirked, "We talked for a long time, sang a few songs, and showed off our ink, but that's as far as it got." He shrugged his shoulders, "See? No biggie. We're stripped down because this is how I sleep, and that must be how you sleep."

"How the fuck do I not remember ANY of this?! That is the last time I play drinking games with any of them. Wait, did he say we BOTH shared our tattoos?" I thought.

I cleared my throat, still completely embarrassed of my blackout. I can't possibly sound very good when I'm hammered, and dear God I hope I didnt show him EVERY tattoo... I did my best to play it cool.

"Uh, would you mind, um, turning around while I gather up some clothes?" I could feel how red my cheeks were.

He stiffled a laugh as he nodded, respectfully turning to face the wall. As quick as I could, I grabbed the first garments I saw, a black t-shirt and blue shorts, and ran for the bathroom.

I didn't want to take forever, so I quickly changed my clothes, fully brushed out my hair, and washed off my smudged eyeliner. Taking a final look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and headed back out.

The sound of my acoustic guitar filled my ears. Now in a beater and black, ripped skinny jeans, he looked up from his playing, stopping mid strum. I smiled and motioned for him to continue. He played for a few more minutes, finishing "Swing Life Away" perfectly.

I clapped like a dork, "Wow, I didn't realize you played. You're really good. That's one of my favorite songs of yours."

"Thanks," he grinned. "Eh, not too many people pay attention, but there's a lot of guitar in my music. I play almost all of it on the tracks," he shrugged. "Here, play me something," he said as he handed me my beat up, old guitar.

I was sort of nervous. I mean, I sing on stage in front of random people every week, but I almost never play one on one. Or with a famous musician sitting feet away from me... Honestly, only the guys hear me play acoustic when we're writing new material.

But then again, he did hear me sing in my blacked out state, so there's no way I could be as horrible as last night. Attempting to redeem myself, I took a deep breath.

"Here goes nothing..."

I began to run my fingers over the strings and sing.

"I care about you baby, baby
More than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know
Please do not drive me crazy, crazy
Unless you're gonna go
With me

No pressure
No pressure, I know you're real
The pressure
The pressure will make you feel

Up till the sun rises
There's no compromising
I know, I know, I know
You are such a liar
I never denied you
I was for sure
But it's really out of my control
The way you feel is not my problem
I don't wanna see you go
But I don't have time to solve this
And you don't have the right
After all you put me through
I'm starting to realise

Pressure
The pressure I know you feel
Pressure
The pressure just keep it real

Major weed smoke in the air
Pass it like you just don't care
Have you seen my fucks to give?
I have none, I cannot live with

The pressure
The pressure you know I feel
The pressure
The pressure to keep it real

Pay attention to the signs
Stay and listen, you will find
Everything, ain't rocket science
Every gem is not a diamond

But the pressure
The pressure will make you feel
The pressure
The pressure

The pressure
The pressure will make you feel...
Real"

(Lyrics by Jhene Aiko, The Pressure)

He was just looking at me as the final note rang out. This is the first time I've played this song to ANYONE, and I just played it for Machine Gun Kelly.

"Maybe it sucked. Oh, geeze, it was horrible! I should of played him one from last night. Why isn't he saying anything?!"

"I just want to say, I absolutely love your voice. We need to write a song together."

Pinch me, I must be fucking dreaming.