Musical love is what they'd call it.
You're a songwriter and actress who has become massive over the past year, meaning red carpet events, interviews, all of it. You make the decision to move from Australia to America for more opportunities. You rec...
It's 9 o'clock. Haven't heard a single word from Gracie. Dylan's been balling her eyes out for the past couple of hours. "Dylan." I say. "Yeah." She replies. "I'll be back just give me an hour or two." I say. "Okay." She says softly.
I walk out of her apartment to my car. I drive around LA for a good hour then head to a stupid bar cause I haven't drunk anything all day and I'm so done. I arrive and sit down. "And what would you like today?" The bartender asks. "Anything at this point." I groan.
"Having a tough day?" He asks while making a drink. "You could say that." I reply. "Girl or boy." He says. I look at him confused. "Girl." I say. He gives me a look. "Oh shit you Tyla Jones." "That's me." I say.
"Sorry I won't attract attention to you." He apologises. "Thank you." I look up with a smile. "Here, something refreshing." He says handing me a drink. I drink it all in one go. Tasted like lemonade with vodka or something. I pay him and head back on the road.
Time skip 1am
I'm still driving around for this fucking woman. I care for her so much it hurts. Why do I do this. I drive to the beach to try to relax my mind. I get out of my car locking the doors. I walk along the beach, sand on my feet, waves crashing, no one around. Peace.
As I'm walking I see someone sitting down legs up with their arms wrapped around their legs. Little bit scary as it's dark but my eyes have adjusted enough for me to see. I walk closer towards them. It's a girl, long dark hair moving with the wind. Is she okay?
"Hey are you okay?" I ask from a distance. They turn their head. They look like. Hm. They look like "Gracie?" "Oh shit." She says. "Are you fucking kidding me." I say rushing towards her. "Hi." She says. "Don't fucking say hi to me. You were gone for a full fucking day. Not a word to anyone." I say loudly.
"Sorry." Gracie mumbles. "Sorry? That's all you have to say. We were worried sick about you. Dylan was crying for hours cause of you!" I say in an angry tone. "I'm sorry okay." She mumbles again.
"That's it? A whole day. A whole fucking day." I say with the same tone. "Is sorry not good enough for you?" She says repeating my tone. The waves crashing behind us. "You were gone!" "So? You suddenly fucking care." She says standing up.
"Suddenly? Suddenly? I've fucking cared about you since I met you." "That's rich." "Seriously fucking grow up Gracie." "Grow up? Grow up?! I grew up years ago for fuck sake. "Go." I say calmly. "What?!"
"Go to my car, we're going home." "No." "Yours sister been crying about you, just fucking go." I say. She starts walking. We get to my car and drive to her apartment not saying a word to each other. I dragged her upstairs to her door. "Tyla?" Dylan asks as I open it.
"Found her." I say. Dylan rushes from her room to us. "Where the fuck were you?" Dylan asks angrily. "You care now?" Gracie says. "Why wouldn't I? You're my sister." Dylan replies. Another argument broke out between them.
"Stop." I say. They look at me confused. "Just go to bed. Both of yous." I demand. Dylan walks to her room slamming the door behind her. Gracie stays behind. I look at her like I'm not ready to put up with any more of her shit today.
"I'm not going to bed." She says. "You're 23 not fucking 3." I reply. She looks at me. There's a hint of sorrow and hurt in her eyes. "What? Are you my babysitter now?" "I don't want you to run off again do I?" She holds my hand and drags me to her room.
She sits on her bed. "See going to bed." She says. "Great." I say walking out. "You don't want me to leave again so stay." She says holding a smirk back. You could hear a bit of playfulness in her voice. I pause. I turn around "Stay where?" I ask.
"Here." She says looking down at her bed. "Just go to bed." I say again. "Please." She begs. I look at her. She knows she can get anything out of me. Do I have to? I can't give into this. "Fine." Fuck did I really just give into her. Im supposed to be mad.
I sit on her bed. It's just us to looking at each others eyes. God she's pretty. Theres silence. Not awkward but comfortable silence. "Are you mad at me?" She asks, I sigh. "You know I can't stay mad at you." I mumble.
My eyes wonder off around her room. She puts her hand on my face forcing me to look at her. "I really am sorry." She says again pulling her hand away. My heart skips a beat once again. Theres this overwhelming urge just to kiss her.
"Mhm." I mumble. She goes to bed. Did I just miss my chance? I decide to lay next to her and make an instagram post.
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liked by meganjones and others tylajones - got to experience a concert with this one 🎀 Tagged - gracieabrams
meganjones - go to bed it's two in the morning ] tylajones - never.
User637 - Gracie doesn't look at other people like that.
User89 - tyie?
User274 - she's gorgeous
User93 - please put more bows in your hair 🙏🏼
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Writers note. Next part is about Australia, little hint. Love yousss 💞
