Keep On Dreaming.

Luv Lies

It's now March 20th. There's about 8 contestants left, and theres only 2 months left in the show, with one person being eliminated each week, until we reach the top 3. The last three weeks will be used for the top 3 to battle their way into the number one spot, to win Idol.

Not only are we close to the end, we're just 6 days away from Steven's birthday. 

"I can't believe you're going to be 28, already. You old man." I was joking around with Steven while we were hanging out in the studio, getting me ready for my next performance on Friday. We were both sitting on the couch in the sound room, and fucking around with new chords on my guitar.

"Yeah, but I'm your old man." He chuckled and I kissed him. I set my guitar on the stand, and got up. "I'll be right back" I smiled and walked out of the sound room, and through the control room. 

As I walked out, one of the other contestants, Samantha, walked in. I didn't have any problem with Sam, but something about her aura bothered me. She didn't have a pure heart, or good intentions.

She wasn't much different from me; she just turned 21 about a month ago, she was skinny, and tan with long dark brown hair, and was decently pretty, but to me, who saw past her looks and into her soul, she was ugly. 

I washed my hands, and walked out of the bathroom, and opened the door to the sound room, and stopped dead in my tracks. 

I walked into Steven sitting where he was on the couch, and Samantha straddling him, with her lips pressed hard against his. 

"Uh-huh." I muttered as I stood there with my arms crossed. Before they had any chance of explaining themselves, I walked out, grabbed my coat and keys off of the chair in the control room, and left. 

I got into Gunner, and sped down the road. I looked in my rear view mirror, and saw Steven stumbling out of the recording studio waving frantically. I looked forward, not even acknowledging him.

I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed Lauren's number. 

"Hey Mia." She answered

"Be ready. I'm coming to pick you up in like, 2 minutes." I said, and then hung up. 

I drove to Steven's house, to pick up Lauren, when I got there, I honked the horn, to let her know I was there. She came rushing out of the house, and hopped into the car. I kept my sunglasses on so she wouldn't see me crying.

"What the fuck?" She asked, as I continued to speed down the freeway, heading into central L.A.

"I don't know what I did wrong. I just don't." I kept mumbling

"MIA, SLOW THE FUCK DOWN." She yelled. I looked down at my speedometer and realized I was doing 180. I instantly applied the break and got it down to 75 in no time. "Mia, pull over and fucking talk to me. You're scaring the shit out of me right now."

"Fine." I grumbled and pulled into the parking lot behind our favorite cafe. 

"Now talk to me. What's wrong? And take off those sunglasses, you know you're inside a dark car, right?" I shook my head and rested it on the steering wheel, and began to sob. Lauren rubbed my back for a little bit, trying to calm me down. 

After about an hour of crying, I finally pulled myself together and began to speak.

"That bitch, Sam.." I began to say. "I knew she had no good intentions. I walked out for a minute. A fucking minute, just to pee. And when I come back, she's on top of him on the couch in the fucking sound room." I began to sob again. "Tell me. What the fuck did I do wrong? Because clearly I don't understand."