Die In California

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Devyn's POV:

It seemed that smoking weed in the evening kind of became JP and I's thing. After dinner, we'd hang out in the living room with the others for a little while, and maybe take Luna and Chapo on a walk (although taking them on a walk whilst high was also favoured by us), before heading outside to smoke. 

Some days we smoked, showered, and headed to bed for a night of movies and sex. Other times, we'd smoke, take the dogs out for a wander around the neighbourhood, then end up crashing on the couch or our bed - whichever we hit first.

It was our time of peace and quiet - which was rare in our household - where we'd chat about whatever was on our mind, or mindlessly ramble about some insignificant shit. But that was blissful for us, and it was just what we needed. Especially as the release of 'Bloom' was creeping around the corner, and the band were becoming anxious. Taking time out of our day to relax was necessary.

Kells was the worst of them all. By far. He'd wake up, head straight to the studio to listen to the album on repeat, scrutinise his work, to then be sent home by the producers to chill out for a bit. He never did; he'd always be on his laptop creating beats, rewriting lyrics, and saying he should've done this instead of that. He never stopped fucking working.

We could all see that it was beginning to take a toll on him - Ashleigh and I especially since our careers weren't "determined by fans' reactions towards the album". Not only was he not acting like himself, but he was neglecting his own health.

I saw that he'd often forget to eat (JP was getting that way too, before I stepped in). He was losing sleep, which was evident in the deep purple rings beneath his eyes. He was working his ass off and criticising himself until he had nothing else left to give. If he continued that way, he probably wouldn't make it to the album release.

That could only mean one thing. Well, two things actually. Firstly, I'd managed to drag the whole band out into the backyard for evening smoke sessions. JP and I would gradually get further from the group throughout the night, before retreating back to our room for our own privacy - once we were sure the band were relaxed and enjoying life again.

But most importantly. That meant, a family day trip.

Ashleigh and I had organised everything whilst the boys were at the studio. It was hard narrowing down all the things we could do for the day, but with some expert advice from Casie through FaceTime, we came up with the perfect game plan for a fun, enjoyable, and relaxing Friday. First, though, we had to fly Casie over.

Kells had no idea about his daughter coming over for the weekend, and I planned to keep it that way. So, with that in mind, while they were all out for the day - no doubt at the studio - I took the car for a spin, which just so happened to end up at the airport. JP had called me on my way there, however, meaning I had to tell a little white lie and say that I was going out for groceries. Well, that backfired.

It turned out JP wanted some more alcohol getting in stock at the house, and the other boys had a whole list of groceries they wanted getting, with Kells also requesting a load of snacks to be dropped off at the studio. I couldn't exactly say no; I'd told him I was on my way to buy groceries, and who could deny a guy who begged for snacks by saying 'pretty please with a cherry on top'?

I reluctantly agreed, and decided I'd have to have a change of plans. I told JP I was going to run a few more errands - to buy me time - then said I loved him and ended the call, repressing a groan of annoyance. Of fucking course things wouldn't run smoothly. All thanks to Machine Gun Kelly, one of the most fucked, chaotic, but wholesome bands ever.

Thankfully, I made it to the airport in good time, but that meant I ended up waiting around longer for Casie's flight. Her mom was flying over with her, to spend some girl time with her friends in LA whilst Casie stayed at ours - her time to let loose for once. I was scrolling through my social media when her plane landed, and failed to notice the gate opening.