Desire- A Martin Garrix Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Rosa POV

I don't know what possessed me to invite this random guy to my apartment... But he seemed desperate

As we leave the diner parking lot I could tell there was a lot on his mind.

"So tell me Martjin... tell me wh-"

He cuts me off mid sentence, this boys got guts

"Call me Martin... or Marty, my family only call me my birth name and I get the pronunciation isn't fun" he says with a chuckle

I giggle

"OKAY... so, Martin. Tell me, why are you in my small ass town with nothing to do"

I'm genuinely intrigued as to why this boy is here, wondering the streets this late at night looking confused like a lost puppy.

"Like I said, I ran away and its a long story"

He won't budge.

I nod as we continue to walk towards my apartment. Again I still don't understand what has possessed me to rescue this guy off the street, if my parents knew they would actually kill me. But I guess one perk of moving out and living alone is the ability to live life on the edge... Says the girl who has had one sip of alcohol in her life. Then again I'm 18... but that's not the point, everyone my age has fake ID's , an excess of alcohol and some even a child... life's crazy.

There's a sudden ring buzzing from his jean pocket- to which he leaves it to continue

"Aren't you gonna get that?" I ask scrunching my eyebrows

"Nothing important"

We continue walking as the phone proceeds to ring another FIVE times

"It seems pretty important if you ask me" I state with a giggle

He shakes his head and stops talking and proceeds to take his phone out of his jeans pocket.

6 missed calls from mom

Jeez what kinda trouble has this boy got himself into?

"I hate to be that person... But I'm nosy, I noticed that's your mom you're ignoring"

He sighs and proceeds to sit on the side of the road.

"It's complicated"

"Try me" I state before joining him at the side of the road

"My parents just dictate my life too much, I just wanna live my life for me you know?"

Wow I feel that one

"It's like I'm looking in the mirror, I get it" I say in agreement.

His phone rings again and this time he actually decides to answer...

All I hear is loud inaudible screams from the other end of the phone...

Martin POV

My mom needs to understand I'm not a child anymore. Answering this call will make her understand this.

I finally click answer and I'm greeted by the shouting of not only my mother, but my father too.

" MARTJIN GERARD GARRITSEN!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" She screams

Fuck...

I glance over to Rosa who looks genuinely concerned

"Look mom, I'm safe. I'm with a friend, I need some time out. Apologise to Ultra but I can't do this right now" I sigh, I shouldn't have done this, it's done more harm than good.

"WHAT FRIEND? MARTJIN????? WHO??" She is losing her temper at this point

"Rosa" I say simply

"YOU DO NOT REALISE HOW MANY PEOPLE YOU HAVE LET DOWN TONIGHT SON!" My dad barges in

"WHOS ROSA? WHAT ABOUT THE FANS MARTJIN? WHAT ABOUT YOUR CAREER? YOU HAVE RUINED THIS FOR US!!"

Wow for us? US?

"No mom, I haven't ruined this for US... I'm doing this for ME"

"MARTJI-" I hang up, I do not need to be having this conversation right now, especially in the presence of a girl I've literally just met.

I sigh and place my phone on the pavement and place my head in my hands.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder, I look to the side with Rosa trying to comfort me.

"Wow... You're really in a rut huh?" She looks worried

I laugh

"You could say that..."

"What's an ultra anyways?"

How sheltered is this girl? How does she not know one of the biggest music festivals in the world? I'm playing this to my advantage.

"It's a music thing, no big deal was just supposed to go with my parents tonight but bailed"

"Ooh I like music let me google!" She says enthusiastically before grabbing her phone out of her bag

Oh fuck fuck fuck

"Hey you don't need to do that!" I say trying to sway her off the possibility of finding information I do not need her to know right now

"Chillll, I'm just curious"

I sigh as she continues to search ultra into google

She clicks enter and immediately news articles are appearing about my no show

"Oh my gosh..."