Something Is Wrong With Me.........

Part 38

-Colson's POV-

By the time I got down to the pool side with Dubo and Slim it was nearly full with older people who glanced in my direction. This wasn't the type of scene I was expecting but looking at that nice, fine girl in a kick ass swimsuit was the highlight of my day.

"Hi I'm Jamie, and you must be Machine Gun Kelly. I'm a big fan." Jamie had said in a sweet and innocent voice. But my eyes were on her large breasts that popped out her bikini top.

"Hey Jamie, what's a girl like you doing here?" I wanted to come off smooth and dangerous.

"Nothing much, just chilling."

"Like a villain." I added and we both laughed.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that, Mr.Kelly". She sat down on the stool, with an arch in her back. That ass man, I rubbed my thigh, as I felt it throb.

"Nah, I think I'm doing just aw'right girl. How old are you?".

"Today's my nineteenth birthday. My mom decided to invite all of her friends, but very few of mine". She rolls her eyes, and props up her boobs. I ain't no pedophile, so I damn sure ain't hitting that. Nineteen...man, I can't even remember what the fuck I did when I was nineteen. Get high...

"Damn, but I'm here now. Since its ya b'day, tell me what you me to do".

"Well, can I go to your hotel room so we could 'kick it'". She played with my fingers, which was 3 times the size of hers.

"How about I perform one of your favorites, hug you, then call it a day?". She didn't seem to ecstatic about that, but hey, I ain't try a fuck no nineteen year old. That shit ain't right man, especially when I'm married.

"Sure. 'Mind of a Stoner's Great .Fine. Whatever ". I ignored her additude and ran up on the classy ass stage the hotel set up. I ran up on stage with Slim at the 'dj booth'.

"Whats good PA?". Everyone and their mothers, literally, looked at me in a disgust way. I heard a few 'Holy shit! Ma that's MGK's.

"A'iigh, I see no one has ever heard of me. I'm MGK, aka Machine Gun Kelly, I make music. I want y'all to just listen to it", Same thing I told my first audience. They don't like it, the fucking door's to the side.

"Birthday girl Jamie, wants me to give her a bedtime song, just so her moms know, I don't mess with little girls". Her mom looked relieved, and placed a hand to her chest. Slim played the song over some kids laptop, and I began rapping to it. At first, no one seemed to like it, but they got the hang of it pretty soon. I had this old woman, like seventy or something, dancing along putting her hands in the air. Or pretty midway, she struggled at first.

"And I can't get with my ex now cuz here ring finger all rocked up. Damn, no one likes you when ya twenty-three without a plan.

Sittin around in apartments all day smoking weed and I'm like bitch don't kill my vibe. Bitch dont kill my vibe. Till I skuurt out in my Subaru in the rear view its them lights.

Talkin bout Red white and blue, the same colors as our flags. The ones they say salute, but the one that's kicking my ass. And the same days that Im happy, is the same days that I'm mad. Cuz I can't go 24 hours without shit happening to my ass, get high!".

I ran off the stage into the sounds of many clapping hands. I hugged Jamie's moms, her grandma, gave her pop dap. But when I went to hug Jamie, she tried to kiss me. I dodged, hugged her then ruffled her hair. I ain't tryna get fucked up by Dawn again.

By the time I got back to the hotel room, it was about 11-12 o'clock. Dawn wasn't up yet, when I crept into the bed. I quickly changed into my sweats, and she wrapped her arm around me. With her, I could fall asleep easily.