𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋? | 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲

AGAIN

SAJ'S POV

I woke up to rock music blasting through my eardrums and the smell of weed. I stretched and let out a slight groan as I sat up.

"Well look who's finally awake." Lone said while sitting across from me smoking a joint.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"2:30" Lone replied.

"ITS 2:30!?!"

"Yup. Me and Ken was bout to see if you were still alive." Lone said with a slight laugh.

"You hungry?" He asked me. I shook my head yes and he reached into the microwave pulling out a plate of waffles and hashbrowns. I took the plate from his hands and immediately started scarfing the food down.

"Damn Saj slow down." Lone said to me.

"You don't understand how hungry I've been bruh I thought I was gonna starve to death last night." Lone begin to laugh and went back to the spot he was sitting at.

"Do you guys have a bathroom? I gotta pee." I asked him.

"Yeah just go straight down the hall and you'll see it."

I sat my plate down and began to make my way towards the bathroom. Once I entered the bathroom my heart skipped a beat. One of my lashes were missing and my makeup was smeared all over my face. I looked so fucking rough I wanted to end life right then and there.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkk." I said as I frantically removed my other lash and turned the faucet on to wash my face.

I scrubbed my face with soap and water like crazy then opened the cabinet to see if they had any towels. I grabbed the first one I saw and patted my face with it. I saw some mouth wash sitting on the counter, I took it and water falled some of it, swished my mouth out, then placed it right back where I found it. Afterwards I admired myself in the mirror for a couple of minutes hitting different poses... Just to make myself feel better.

"You still cute girl... Who cares what these guys think they don't even know you." I said to myself. To be honest I still cared, but I had to at least try and convince myself that I don't.

I left the restroom and began to make my way back to the front of the tour bus. I sat down next to Lone who was nodding his head to the music and scrolling on his phone.

"Lone I swear I'm gonna freaking kill you."

"What? What the hell did I do." He said smiling.

"You weren't going to tell me that I looked like a fucking coke addict?" He busted out laughing as I stared at him with a straight face.

"It wasn't even that bad.... We all have our moments." He said still laughing then taking a hit of his blunt. I reached over to the other side to grab my phone.

"Oh shit." I said out loud. Lone questioned me on my reaction. He let out a "damn" when I showed him my phone. There was 21 missed calls from Brendon and over 50 text messages.

Brendon 😒

SAJ WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU.

HELLO

SAJ

SAJ YOU BETTER ANSWER ME

Okay I'm sorry. Saj can you please talk to me.

SAJ I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT FUCKING ANSWER ME

"Damn Saj your nigga crazy as hell." Lone said to me. I just let out a sigh.

I called Brendon and the first thing I heard was him yelling at me over the phone, It was hard to make out what he was saying; the only thing I could tell was that he was very angry.

"Okay Brendon just give me the hotel address." I said, proceeding to cut him off. He started yelling even more now.

"BRENDON JUST GIVE ME THE HOTEL ADDRESS!" I was trying so hard to not yell in front of Lone, but Brendon was pushing me to my limit.

"Okay... He just sent me the address."

"Alright Ima go let my driver know."

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15 minutes later we pulled up to the hotel. I was actually pretty upset. It felt like I was just starting to get to know Lone. He seems like a cool dude, I could really see myself getting closer with him. Plus I did not want to go back to Brendon. He's so toxic and it strings into my mental health.

"Bye Saj." Lone said pulling me into a side hug.

"Bye Lone."

I stepped off of the tour bus and started heading towards the hotel doors when I suddenly realized something. I was still wearing Lone's jacket. I stopped in my tracks and turned around.

"Lone you forgot your-" The tour bus was already gone. Dissapointed, I walked away and headed inside.

I made it up to the hotel room and knocked on the door 3 good times before Brendon swung it open.

"Where the fuck were you!" Brendon yelled as I stepped inside.

"Where the fuck was I?! Nigga where the fuck were you!"

"I met some guys at the concert and they invited me to go smoke with them... I didn't think it was gonna take that long I thought you would be fine." He said, calming down a bit.

"You could've at least told me where you were going Brendon, I was scared to death I was there all alone."

"Okay... I'm sorry." Brendon said. He's so freaking bipolar.

He eased towards me and sat down next to me on the bed. Brendon wrapped his arms around my body and began kissing my face, slowly making his way down to my neck. He pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to lift up my shirt.

"Brendon I don't want to do this right now." I told him. I sat up and and removed myself from his arms.

"Oh my fucking God. You never want to do anything anymore you're so fucking boring Saj."

"Brendon why the hell would I want to fuck you after you just got done yelling at me."

Brendon paused for a moment and just stared at me. He looked like he was holding back from saying a lot of things.

"You know what.... I don't have to deal with this shit I'm getting the fuck out of here." He said as he started grabbing his jacket and the keys.

"What!? What the hell am I supposed to do??"

"Figure it out like how you did last night."

Brendon stepped out, slamming the door behind him.

I can't stand his psychotic ass.

I sat in the rolley chair and sighed, leaning back in it and spinning slowly. I thought about Lone. I wondered what he's doing right now and if I'll ever get the chance to see him again. I stuffed my hands in his jacket pocket and felt a folded piece of paper. Being the nosey person I was I pulled the paper out and unfolded it. It had some numbers on it.

(470)-632-0956

LONE