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Song(s) that inspired this Chapter:

MGK - "Her Song"

MARILYN

It's been about 2 weeks since I met Ryan, and honestly, I think things are going downhill for me and Colson's friendship, or whatever the fuck it is. I think we should have never slept together, it's only made things complicated. We've been having fights after fights over stupid shit, like right now, for example; I've been in the media a lot this month because the record label disapproved of me singing with Kells without them having knowledge, nothing personal, I get it just Insurance things.  I offered to leave the tour, but they decided that I was a value able asset and I could tour with them for the time being. I signed some shit, all is good for now. Colson thought I was "using" him once I offered to leave the tour, something snapped in me and I flipped out on him for even thinking some stupid shit like that. After some time he built up the courage to say sorry, I know he's bipolar, but fucking hell. For Ryan and I, we went out a few times, each time was nothing but fun. We went skating together sometimes too since he was only on the warped tour for 2 weeks we decided to spend as much time together as we could. That's what friends do.

As of right now Colson is mad because I told him to slow down on his drinks, he already drank a bottle of Ciroc and he was downing shots left and right. I was joking around, claiming I didn't wanna be the one to clean up his puke. He gets offended so easily.

"I'm just looking out for your ass" I claimed, rolling my eyes in the process, I took a sip from my Gatorade, I didn't have the stomach to drink tonight.

"Well don't, mind your fucking business" he yelled louder causing the crew to look up and watch the scene, I raised an eyebrow, he was trying to embarrass me.

"Don't get rowdy with me Colson, I don't need this shit" I retorted, twisting the cap back onto my Gatorade.

I grabbed the custom skateboard that Ryan got me, another thing Colson hated. I grabbed my converse bag and walked towards the front door on the bus, I pegged him off, before taking a step off,

"runaway like you always do, bye!" he burped as I walked out of the bus. I was hurt he called me out in front of a bunch of people, I couldn't even look at him when he's in this state. I know he's drunk but the disrespect was uncalled for, fuck him.

I've been skating around this large town for about half an hour now, I decided to rent a small hotel room for the night. There's no way I'm going back to the bus where Colson's dramatic ass is. After a minute or two, I ended up at a small, but a nice little hotel with a huge sign with lights and shit, honestly they gave me a slight headache. I picked up my skateboard and walked in to be greeted by a pretty blonde woman behind the desk,

"How may I help you?" she asked grinning, her teeth obviously fake like her attitude,

"Can I get one bed?" I asked as kindly as possible, just because I was in a bad mood, did not mean I had to take it out on her.

"Sure can I see your id and credit card?" I handed her my ID and credit card with a smile. Thank goodness for me for saving money. After a minute or so of clicking away at the keyboard, she smiled up at me,

"All set," she paused and pulled out a key card, "here's your room key, Credit card, and ID, your room is on the 5th floor, room 507" she smiled widely and I nodded grabbing my board heading towards the elevator.

Colson's p.o.v

Next morning

As I woke up I rolled out of my bunk, nearly falling on my ass but I caught myself. Damn, I got a mean headache, haven't been this fucked up in a while, I couldn't remember shit that happened last night. What I need is MJ with her book of hangover remedies.