Almost Famous (Machine Gun Kelly)

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Two weeks passed and I still haven't heard from Kells. He was probably excited that I wasn't there. According to New articles him and Megan are working things out which is great. I just dont understand either point of view on the matter, but it's also not my business. Ashley has been blowing up my phone the last few days, asking if I was coming back. I guess the new hire Brian got wasn't working out. So instead of work, I now sit here at my parents house like I have been for almost a full month.

"Cmon sweetie. There has to be another opportunity out there for you. You just have to find what you're good at." My dad spoke as he sipped his morning coffee.

"Well dad, let's see. I find a Job. Work there for a few years, leave that job to do another one and barely make it a week. Clearly I can't control what I do or what others do and it's my fault in the end". I sighed. "Oh and don't forget I have a five year old and a shitty ex".

My dad chuckled to himself. "I see the issue. You suck at communicating". He laughed.

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't in the mood for his sarcastic comments and then have my mom come in and agree.

"He's right Emily". My mom spoke.

Too late...

"Guys please. I have a long day today and if it starts with a life lesson or a childhood story I don't have time". I sighed.

"You're a twenty-six year old parent with her child upstairs. You have time".

I crossed my arms over my chest and nodded.

"You have a hard time with telling someone how you feel, even if it's killing you. You stayed in an abusive relationship for years because you didn't want us to be upset with you, you hated your other job and didn't tell us either. This time communicating is important. Your daughter watches you everyday. You need to show her how strong you are so she can be the same when she had kids." Mother spoke.

I nodded. Maybe she was right.

"Yes, you didn't fully live out your teen years because of school, and a preoccupied mind when Chris came into the picture. Being a mother at twenty-one was hard for you but you never gave up on what you wanted." My father added.

"So what do I do"? I asked, this time I practically begged for answers.

"Call Colson. You were friends once, you can be friends again". My mother smiled as she took her coffee and walked into the living room.

"Your life will always have us in it to help in any possible way". My dad smiled and once he left the kitchen I sat back.

Why was this so hard?

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"I don't know, I just miss you". Ashley spoke over the phone.

I had already put Ava to bed, the house was quiet and it was almost midnight.

"I miss you too. How is everything"? I asked.

I was hoping she would ask me to come back, at least part of me did.

"Eh, things are okay. A little rocky but fixable at times. It's hard doing this all myself. Oliva mentioned she was going to come back before the baby was born but Brian told her to wait. He didn't want her giving birth on tour". She giggled.

"I wish I didn't leave. I wanna help you but I can't. Not after pissing Colson off like I did."

A small laugh came from her end of the call, then clearing her thoat.

"Oh he's not mad. Just yesterday he asked about you."

"He did"? I asked.

"Yeah, he was telling stories of you two in school, mentioned some girl you hung around with and how you treated him like a person. He misses you like crazy". She said.

Misses me? Then why haven't I heard from him?

"I didn't know". I whispered.

"Yeah, but you're on thin ice with Megan. She doesn't want Colson talking to you at all. She thinks you're out to get her". Ashley laughed.

I laid back on my bed and sighed. "I'm not out to get anybody. I just wanted her to tell the truth and when she didn't I got blamed. I'm not a fan of her right now". I sighed.

"Well that's Megan. Anyways, tomorrow we'll be about an hour out from you. Wanna grab coffee"? She asks.

I looked over to my bedroom door to see a half sleeping child and her stuff animal and blanket. Ava walked in and crawled into bed next to me.

"Sounds good. Avas up, I gotta go". I whispered.

"I'll text you tomorrow about a good time. Night". And with that she hung up the phone.

I cuddled Ava in my arms as she fell back to sleep. I kissed the top of her head and felt myself let go again. Maybe my parents were right, I suck at communicating. Hell, I think I suck at connecting more than anything. I grabbed my phone again, opening up my contacts to find his name. I typed two words, which I hoped would get things started.

"Im sorry"