-- 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆 * 𝑩𝑲𝑻𝑹

xo tour life (p2)

welcome backkkk

brooklyn

i restarted to demo for "racks up" as foxy requested. i adjusted the soundboard to make the bass hit harder as she spun around in the chair with her eyes closed.

i mouthed the words as it played lightly throughout the studio. creez was at the computer engineering. ever since foxy brought me on tour with her i've been using all this fancy ass equipment.

we were 2 weeks into tour with a month left. being with foxy was fun as fuck. atlantic provided me my own rv, which was significantly smaller than foxy's but still it's more comfortable than having tana's mom breathing down my neck to leave every night.

and brody ended up coming on tour with me. as well as my other friend, trinity, who is kinda standing in as my manager. 

she was such a hard worker and great performer. i can definitely say my crush has turned into a romantic liking...

i mean we've been spending a lot of time together. foxy told me i remind her of a friend back at home. she showed she her but i don't think we look alike. but foxy and i are similar as fuck.

we share a lot of common interests and i feel comfortable with her. i've been giving her some tattoos as well. we just finished our arizona show so foxy decided we should get matching cactuses. which we did. i was honored, but i wanted to know what were her actual intentions with me.

the music was turned down as my eyes were closed, in deep thought. i looked up and seen foxy pacing before leaning on the soundboard next to me.

"do y'all think if i added some cherry songs on my set list it'll be...shady?" she questioned, her eyes zoned out.

"weren't you the main writer? it's your material..." i shook my head, taking a seat where she previously sat.

"you're right but...my old manager posed the question...ohh why didn't you bring scottie and morgan on tour as an opener instead of bk—blah blah blah." she mimicked a deep man's voice while having her hands around.

"and if i play cherry songs it'll be like, girl you could've invited them but it's not really my fault not really because you weren't my pick—"

i raised my brow...

i wasn't her pick? hmm...

creez took his laptop and left, making it awkward. foxy sighed, i guess regretting what she said? i mean i don't know. it doesn't matter.

"you told me you were coming to atlanta for me...that wasn't true? you heard i was a rapper and happened to need an opener?" i asked her, making my way around the counter, across from her, mirroring her stance.

"don't get me wrong. i loved your music. but you were the labels pick. which is even better! i mean at least atlantic had you in mind." she smiled, trying to make up for what she said while leaning into me.

"and i love you as a friend so don't get all defensive and mad bk. i wouldn't want anyone else with me. you're a breath of fresh air." i looked down at her. she was now close as hell. like an inch from my chest. i was looking into her eyes as our breathing got heavier.