Bullied By O2L

6

Not what tatum looks like but go with it.

Tatum's p.o.v

"Tate! Who is this!"
"Tate! You alright?" "Tate, who was that guy holding onto your waist?!" Questions left and right, flashes and screams as memories fly back to me once again making me doubt my essence of fame.

"His name is Ricky Dillon and I'll have you know i'm very fond of the poor lad, so leave my mate alone, yeah?" I scoffed walking into the building where my interview was held.

I was on ellen, Who doesn't love ellen! I have watched her so much in my life time I literally am such a huge fan girl.

Hair and Make up then I can go.

"Tate John To The Stage In 5!" A husky voice beems over a speaker.

"Aight, That's gucci," I
yelled back.

After 5, I was walking over to the couch with ellen.

"Hi!" She smiled.

"Hey," I smiled.

"It's so good to have you on here," She smiled again.

"I can tell you I have been nervous for a week because of how much I love your show," I fangirled.

Everyone laughed as did she. "Alright, Thank you I'm such a big fan of your movies and youtube, anyway lets get to all the juicy info we, the people need," She smirked.

A picture of me and ricky popped up at his meet and greet from awhile ago.

"Whos that?" She asked.

"Ricky," I kind of smiled, "He's a good friend."

"Seems like more than a friend since your last birthday party 8 months ago," She laughed pressing play.

"Lets look at a slideshow," She happily said to the crowd.

Thats when I freezed. I don't want to see pictures of ricky.

So I just didn't pay attention to the pictures of him flooding across the screen.

"Alright, That's seems to be the only questions we had!" Ellen smiled as did I.

"It was an honor to meet the queen," I smiled.

"Would you look at that!" She laughed clapping.

"Honestly, we're all just waiting for a mini you, and with that I'll see you next time!" She said and the cameras stopped rolling.

I walked backstage meeting up with myles at the car lot.

"Pub?" He asked.

"Yeah, I've got a lot on my mind and I need it to go away," I sighed checking to see if I had my I.D on me.

We pulled up to the pub, parking the car and walking inside instantly seeing Jc here.

"JUSTIN!" I yelled to him and he turned and smiled.

"Aye! TateJohn, How you doin'?" He smirked.

"Have you seen ricky?" I asked, he pointed to the bar and I made my way over to him.

I stood behind the tall boy I can only call friend, I tapped his shoulder waiting patiently.

"Hey, Can I get you a drink?" He asked and I nodded.

"Hey! Can I get 20 straight vodka shots?" He asked the bartender.

The shots came quicker than I thought, burning my throat with a mighty roar after and after the liquid ran down my throat.

Soon enough, me and ricky grinding on the dance floor, the vibrant pub colors bursting through the metal circles on the ceiling. All I could feel was the texture of his hands running there and then there. That's all I was counting on, all I could remember. That's all my brain processed before I got into a car and woke up in a bed with no one next to me.