"Hey... how are you home?" she asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"You're on tour"
"Uhh, I took the plane back and left... shit I'm in trouble. I need to apologize to those cops and Chiefs-"
"Morgan. You snuck back here?!" she exclaimed.
He nodded, "Yeah".
"You are going to get ripped a new one," she chuckled, "Also I think I'm staying back here or at our house. I don't really want to go back. Maybe you can send the plane for me when I want to come?".
He nodded, "We'll...we will make it work".
She just nodded sitting down next to him as they looked at the painting together, "I can't believe you got arrested again," she laughed.
He groaned, "Oh stop it right now. Let's talk about anything but that, I was upset".
She started to laugh harder at the thought of it as he stared in amusement and cracked a smile. The effect she had on him was clear, he couldn't help but be happy around her. He wanted to always be around her.
"Have you gone back to work?" he asked out of curiosity.
"I don't think I will... especially now that everyone knows we are dating. I know that I'm always welcomed back but it can be messy for rival clientele and I want to spend time with you. Maybe I can sell my art? I haven't thought about it," she whispered, "Change the subject I'm living off my savings".
He nodded, "Live at the house. I'll support you fully Laney, I promise".
"No no that isn't what I want at all. I want to be able to support myself. Maybe I'll make an Instagram account for my art," she thought as she reached for her phone and pressed New Account.
"What are you gonna call it?" he asked.
laneyscreations she typed out and showed him as she created the account.
"I like that," he said leaning his head on her shoulder as they continued to sit on the floor.
"I'm nervous I was told I couldn't make a living off this," she scratched her head.
"By who?"
She looked at him and he knew, "That piece of shit I swear-"
"It's fine I mean he isn't completely wrong," she reassured him.
"No Laney. I never want to see his face again for starters but you're extremely talented," he said getting up from the floor and going to sit on the bed.
"No dirty clothes on my bed. Go shower. Also, he's my friend and JUST a friend so yes you will," she replied making him freeze in his tracks.
"Laney-"
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes but-"
"But means you don't. It's done, Morgan. Go shower," she said pointing to the bathroom.
He walked into the bathroom and stripped off his clothes, which made Laney look for his sweats and a shirt of his. Once she heard the shower water on she walked into the bathroom and laid the clothes on the counter, "Hey I put the clothes on the counter".
"Thank-"
But he was cut off by Laney's phone ringing. Who would be interested in calling her at 3:30 AM? Even she didn't know. Walking out and grabbing her phone, she saw it was Bean.
"Hey Bean," she cleared her throat sitting on her bed.
"Hey Laney, you called?" he asked.
"Yeah erm, how have you been?" she asked.
