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Adie POV

                   The meet and greet went great...some fans did actually say they missed me...makes me feel good. Everyone's gone now so it's just gabs, i and the stage crew packing up. We grab our stuff and head to the car. Gabs opens the driver door but i slip in before her

A: i'll handle driving

G: you sure? i know you hate driving at night

A: yeah i'm sure

                               We buckle up and i start driving

A: should post today, so my fans know WHY i was gone...right?...gabs?

                              I look over and see she fell asleep 

A: ...rest up babe

~~~small time skip~~~

                                Driving so far has gone easy...which is weird. Not in a like "i normally drive off a cliff by now way" since i'm a great driver more in a "normally the intensive thoughts and spacing out kicks in by now" kinda way...gabs is still sleeping i'm fine really just getting a lil anxious is all...you should open the driver door...fuck there they are knew i wouldn't last much longer...what would happen if you just stopped driving? what if people DID stop and you DIDN'T cause a huge accident that could possible kill people including yourself and gabbie? No, shut up i'ma drive home like a normal person...what if you turned off your lights? and stopped driving?...fuck i'm starting to space out i can't do this right now...

A: *gulp* g-gabbie

                              You're only going sixty...go faster...i feel the car speeding up...i can't seem to stop it either

A: g-gabs

                              You're going eighty-five on a sixty miles per hour road...that car bumper is getting closer                                

G: hm?

                                Go one, go faster, crash-

A: GABS

G: huh?

                      I quickly come to my senses and pull over jolting gabbie and i forward a lil

G: wOaH ...JESUS CHRIST A-...adie?

A: i...*gulp* i c-can't...i need...i-i'm sorry i just...fucking hell 

                      I lean forward and out my forehead on the wheel. I feel gabbie rub my back

A: i...i c-can't keep driving...i-i'm sorry gabs

G: hey... it's alright babe-

A: it's not i could've...*pant* c-could've-

G: don't focus on what could've happened focus on what happened okay? we pulled over...that's good...do you need the inhaler?

A: n-no i c-can breath fine just...*pant* a lil riled up 

                        I lean back onto the seat but eye eyes are still on the wheel, i'm spaced out...but i'm comfortable...

G: *snaps* hey adie earth to adie

A: huh? o-oh sorry

G: stop saying sorry...i'll drive the rest of the way okay?

A: ...y-yeah...okay

~~~small time skip~~~

                      We get home and share a shower for the first time in a while. Gabbie didn't try anything, we just showered. I change into a new thong and one of gabs oversized shirts for pjs. We lay back in the bed and take a deep breath in, hold it and then release at like the same time. I close my eyes for a lil bit. I can hear gabbie get up, put our phones to charge and take care of some things...i have to go take my vitamins i forgot them today...i really don't wanna get up

A: *sigh* upsiesss

G: *chuckle* ight

                     I reach my head up and gabbie pulls me up 

A: thanks

G: no prob 

                       I head down, take the damn vitamins, head back up and flop into the bed next to gabs

G: that was amazing...i almost forgot what it's like to see them all

A: and you met some old ones again

G: yeah it's great seeing how some of em grew like some of em were kids last me met

A: yeah...shows are kinda fun

G: can't wait for the album tour

A: yeah ight slow your roll gabs the day ain't even done

G: yeah yeah...i'm just so happy *tears up*

A: yeah i know... you were glowing...are you...crying?

G: no my eyes are sweating... YES i'm crying adie

A: okay damn...shit...*sigh* ight come ere-

                      I hug her...i know these are happy tears. After a bit i shut the light off and we fall asleep 

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