Ivy Ford, born and raised in San Francisco, would've never thought that a dumb Tinder match with her favorite singer's manager would end up like this. Follow the ups and downs of a relationship with a famous musician and a extravagant girl.
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Post Malone was all I could think about today, His music, the way he dresses, the way he smiles, just him.
Currently, me and my friends Sasha, Amy, and Mackenzie (we call her Mack for short) are getting ready in mine and Sasha's apartment for his concert. I was putting on my makeup, while Mack is curling my hair. His album "Stoney" was playing loudly, I couldn't wait to hear "I Fall Apart" live and I was hoping I could meet him. Yesterday, I matched with Post Malone's tour manager on Tinder, after messaging back and forth he offered to take me backstage after the concert and 'hang out' I was hoping that entailed Post Malone actually being there. Unfortunately, Ted wouldn't let my friends come, they were sad but they understood why I was going anyway. Usually I wouldn't go anywhere if they weren't invited but Post Malone was the exception.
"Dude, are you nervous? What if Michael is there?" Amy asks me.
Michael is my McAsshole ex-boyfriend we were together for 5 years. It ended pretty badly but when it did end, I moved in with my best friend Sasha and I never looked back. It was hard getting over someone you saw everyday no matter what they put you through. There was a lot of drama with Michael, we had our good moments but we brought the worst out of each other. Michael neglected me and if we got into a fight he would yell at me and twist things around to make me feel like I was crazy and it was my fault. Thus, the past 6 years have been lots of tears, my friends were there for me the whole time, they never left me once. Now, I've been single for a whole year just focusing on myself, my school work, and of course my best friends.
"Honestly, I'm so over him if I see him, I'll ignore him and walk away." I say, shrugging my shoulders. It was the truth after a year without him, I finally felt free.
Everyone nodded in approval and agreement.
"Does Post Malone have a girlfriend?" I ask giggling, changing the subject .
"hhhhmm I don't know why?" Mack laughs while hair spraying my hair.
"you're all done" she adds. urging me to get out of the chair.
I get up from the chair and Sasha replaces the seat. Mack is a great hair stylist, she always does our hair before we go out or dye's it whenever we want.
"I was just seeing if I had a chance with him" I say while finishing up my makeup.
"okay I'm all finished lets get to pre-drinking" I say while clapping my hands together and putting my makeup away.
I put on my outfit careful of my hair and makeup. I zip up my skirt and stare at myself smirking in the full length mirror in my bedroom. I was really feeling myself and proud of what my appearance,
"Dayum someone's getting dicked down tonight!" Sasha yells at me as she walks into my bedroom. I tilt my head and smile at her.
"what are you doing in here? you're bedroom is across the hall?" I question raising my eyebrows.
"I need to borrow some of that necklace, of course!" Sasha smiles innocently.
"wait what the fuck this is mine" Sasha says as she goes through my jewelry box lifting up a necklace.
I look at her and shrug my shoulders not really having a good excuse as to why I have it.
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