"IVY Get the fuck up and tell us about last night!" Amy yells barging into my room.
I hear a male groan beside me, I sit up and rub my eyes yawning. This is pretty typical from my friend group barging into rooms and wanting to know every bit of information that happened the night before. What wasn't typical was the fact that I heard a boy beside me.
"Oh Uhm s-sorry I didn't know you had a guest" Amy stutters and runs out shutting the door behind her.
I look to my left and see none other than Post Fucking Malone lying down beside me.
"Hey" I say not really knowing what to say. Suddenly my eyes go wide thinking that I don't remember anything from last night. I quickly lift the covers and stare at my body. Okay I'm wearing pajamas. Good job Ivy, you weren't a slutty drunk last night. I'm not really ever a slutty drunk but it's Post Malone, anything could've happened.
"You don't remember last night do you?" Austin laughs watching me. I shake my head with a paranoid expression on my face.
"Don't worry we didn't do anything I walked you home and you offered to let me crash here And I quote come sleep in my bed so we can have a slumber party" he says laughing while putting up air quotes with his fingers as he says what I apparently told him last night.
"Did I get white girl wasted?" I sadly ask disappointed in myself.
"You did" Post answers. I groan and throw my head back frustrated. He starts laughing.
"That's so embarrassing" I mumble into my hands.
"You must think I'm annoying now" I say my face still in my hands. I groan still frustrated that Austin Post AKA Post Malone probably thinks I'm a crazy loud annoying drunk girl.
"Nah don't worry about it you were the life of the party last night" Austin smiles at me.
"Well to make up for my annoying drunk ass, I'll make you breakfast. Does eggs, bacon and toast sound good?" I ask and his face lights up when I mention food.
"Sounds perfect" He says looking at me smiling.
"Feel free to use my bathroom or take a shower" I say as I point at my bathroom door.
"Thanks" Post says getting out of bed tiredly sauntering to my bathroom that's connected to my room.
I get up as well leaving my room to go into the kitchen to start making food. I mentally prepare myself for the interrogation that my friends are going to give me.
"Hey" I say trying to be casual. As I'm silently freaking out that I just shared a bed with THE Post Malone.
"Uh you going to tell us how Post Malone ended up in your freaking bed" Mack says excitedly, eyebrows raised.
"Well I met him, we chatted for a bit, he invited me to his after party at some club and I got drunk and don't remember. But he did explain to me that he walked me here and I insisted on him sleeping over" I smirk looking up as I start putting bacon in the hot pan. All my friends are staring at me, listening to every word intently with big smiles on their faces.
"Now help me make Austin breakfast" I command to them smiling.
"Austin? You're on first name basis with Post Malone?" Sasha questions surprised that I called him by his first name like he's a friend.
"Yeah she is" Austin says as he walks into the kitchen sitting beside Amy at the breakfast bar.
I hand him a cup of coffee. He thanks me.
The girls are completely silent staring at him, no one knowing what to say.
"Hi I'm Austin Post you guys can call me Austin." He introduces himself as he takes a sip of his coffee.
"Uh I'm Amy" she introduces herself looking at him.
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I'd Rather Be Blue (POST MALONE)
FanficIvy 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. A Post...
