Rescue//Tana Mongeau and idubbbz

9

This book hit 3k so here's pic of my hair and my hand because my face is too gross.

Tana's pov:

"Bella, I will actually fuck you if you don't stop." Ashly threatens from the other side of the hotel room.

"You ain't gonna do shit," Bella retaliates and I mentally cut out the rest of the dumb conversation.

Ian got on a flight a few days ago and left to go who knows where. He told me he'll see me again and I highly doubt it. He's going to find someone new to torture and fuck the shit out of, leaving me alone to die. I want to believe and be optimistic that we could actually be something but, it's just a bunch of empty promises.

"Tana! Get your lazy ass up, we got to go." Ashly yells and I realize I haven't packed any of my shit.

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Three hours later

"You aren't being annoying, what's up?" Bella asks when all of us get onto the tour bus.

"I'm just thinking, it's nothing." I mumble quickly.

"I'm here if you need me, don't hesitate to come to me." She squeezes my shoulder before walking to her bunk.

I sigh to myself and wish that I never spoke to him after he showed up at my meet and greet. None of this complicated emotional bullshit would be involved. I curse myself out in my head before picking up my phone to check social media. My thumb scrolls through twitter and I like several tweets.

I get bored after like five minutes and I decide to find Ian's twitter. I pull up his account and hit the follow button. I know he's on because I checked his activity and he liked something a few seconds ago.

I wait a little while and I see that he followed me back. I smirk a little when I see that he messaged me. I open it and see that he gave me his number and said for me to call him right now.

I bite my lip and glance towards the back of the bus, hoping that everyone is fast asleep. Seeing that no one is awake I type in his number and hit the call button.

It rings about three times and I've never felt so relived and happy to hear someone's voice.

"I've actually missed you a lot more than I fucking should." He says and I smile.

"I feel the same way, I almost cried earlier because I thought I'd never hear from you again." I quietly say with a chuckle.

"I told you I'll always be here, I meant it." His voice cuts a little bit due to my horrible service.

"I'm scared that you'll wake up one day and just decide that you've been wasting your time on me and leave." I swallow some spit as I say that.

"I would have no one I actually enjoy fighting with, talking with, fucking-"

"I get it, you don't need to finish that." I laugh a little.

"I hope you're alone because the main reason I called wasn't so we could get sentimental and cry together." I could practically feel his warm breath on me through the phone.

Smut will be in the next chapter y'all.

Update on my life: I threw my bra across the room.