Baddest

Chapter 20

One week later

I'll be glad to get off this flight, it's been non stop turbulence and my anxiety has been on high alert the entire time. I really need to smoke, I should have before my flight but thats difficult to do when you're being fucked in a bathroom stall.

I ended up staying with colson for an extra week, and I was backstage for two more shows. A lot happened during those 7 days. Mostly drugs, orgasms and if I'm being completely honest, I think I fell for him. Not the love I felt for him as a fan, but like actually developed feelings for him. Can you love someone after only truly knowing them after a few weeks? My brain hurts just thinking about it.

"Now landing, passengers please be sure to fasten your seatbelts."

Thank god.

Why is it airports are always a nightmare? I either end up lost, crushed in a crowd of strangers, or my damn luggage gets lost. I feel like I can breathe again when I walk through the doors and feel fresh air against my face. I've mentioned I'm socially awkward, right? Airports are just another version of hell for me.

"Hey, stranger!" Lindsay yells from the car.

I rush over, ready to put as much distance between me and this airport as possible. "Hey! Sorry, they couldn't find my bag at first."

She laughs. "Just your luck. At least they found it this time. How was your flight?"

I shove my bags in the backseat before getting settled up front. "Ugh, so much turbulence. Literally thought we were going down."

"So dramatic." She giggles and we begin the drive home.

The drive was fairly quick and went by even faster considering all the things we had to talk about. There was a weeks worth of events to share with each other after all. Lindsay talks about her getting a little more serious with Adam, as in they're now exclusive. I tell her about all the kinky fuckery during my vacation. Well, most of it. Not that I didn't trust Lindsay, it's just I felt if I kept some of the moments to myself it made them more intimate some how. We're just about to pull into the driveway when my phone dings .

Colson 🖤 : I hate the bed in this bus.

Me: what ? you didnt complain at all the entire week I was with you lol

Colson: I wonder what's missing then. 🤔

Oh. My stomach flips and my heart flutters.

This was his way of saying he missed me. Colson and I silently understand each other in the sense that feelings are hard for us. I never push or pry, and he returns that favor. Instead of coming right out and saying how we feel, we say something that's less intimidating to us. So instead of just saying he misses me, he says he hates the bed because I'm not there. It's all about reading between the lines with us.

Me: idk. certainly not your hoodie. 😉🤫

I miss him too, and that terrifies me. So instead of making that confession , I admit that I snatched his hoodie before flying home. I'm probably going to live in it so I can smell him all the time , I miss his scent already.

Colson: my favorite one? You sneaky brat. I want to see you in it later. Nothing else. 😏

I head in side to unpack my things and even though I feel a little lost without him, I also feel comfort being in my bedroom. It takes me a bit longer to unpack considering he insisted I brought all the new clothes home with me. Some of the clothes were ridiculously expensive, and some were pretty fancy. Beautiful, and I was nothing but grateful, but I had no idea where I would wear them. They'd probably collect dust in my closet.