Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

Get Back in my Life

I was starting to fall asleep in the car on the way back to the hotel. My head kept falling as my eyes closed, but I snapped it back up everytime. Willing myself to not let the sleep take me.

"Go to bed, you're drivining me crazy with your bobbling head." Vince growled at me.

"No." I said crankily, crossing my arms.

"And why not?"

"Everytime I lay my head on the window the car practically shatters it. How am I supposed to sleep with a falt line under my skull?" I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Lay it on my shoulder."

"No. That'll hurt my neck." I said in a duh tone.

"My lord you are so cranky when you're tired."

I was going to respond but he reached over and unbuckled my seat belt, pulling my head down on his thigh, letting my body take up the two extra seats of the tahoe.

"Great, now I'm going to die upon impact when we crashed." I said, no real anger flowed through my words though.

"You wont crash us, right Alan?" He asked or driver.

He chuckled, "Not a chance sir."

"Good." He looked down at me. "You hear that? Now shut up and sleep."

I was going to protest some more but he started to run is fingers through my hair, calming me down.

"You know me too well. I should fire you." I muttered, already half asleepp.

He quietly laughed, "Go. To. Sleep."

He didn't have to tell me twice, I was already passed out.

I felt myself being lowered into a comfy, warm bed. I cuddled into the warm thing next me, laughing when I felt it lick me. A kiss fell on my head as I let the darkness consume me.

I opened my eyes, looking at the clock. 1:24 in the afternoon. This time change has me messed up, it's been two days since the shoot and I was still no where near used to it. Kap was laying next to me, lookng at me expectantly.

"You want nom noms boy?" I asked.

Hey wagged his tail and whined at the same time my stomach growled.

I chuckled, "Seems we're both starved."

I walked into the hotels kitchen and pulled ouut his food, setting it in front of him. He looked at it, sat, then looked back to me.

"Go ahead," I motioned for him to eat, and boy did he.

I walked to the conjoinging room where Vince was staying to see f he'd get food with me but, he went out last night so I doubt he'd be up.

I peeked iinto the dark room, I heard his even breating and shut the door. Lazy bones, I smiled. My stomach growled. 'NEEEEDDD FOOoooOOooOoOOooOD' was what it sounded like.

"Shut up I'm working on it."

I looked in our fridge, cabinets, pantry, nothing. Just leftovers that sounded gross.

"Looks like were going out." II smiled at Kap.

I threw on my black track shorts, a gay muscle tank top, nike running shoes, and pulled my har to a side part. I always skipped makeup when I could.

I put his collar on, not bothering with a leash. LA had no leash law, so I was taking advantage of that. I grabbed my wallet, tucking it in bewteen my shorts hem and hip, taking my key, I hopped to the elevator.

I walked in and awkwardly stood next to a younger couple making out.

"God, get a room." I told them.

They looked at me with suken cheeks and red eyes, total druggies and they can't be over twenty. How sad.

"Don't worry baby, there's love enough for you both." The guy streched one arm out to me.

Kap growled when he reached for me. The door opened for my floor.

"C'mon Kap, we might catch diseases."

I walked down the streets, trying to decide where to eat, looking at my options when I bumped into someone.

They held onto me as I steadiied myself. I mumbled a sorry but it quickly stopped as I saw who caught me.

"Seriously? What is this? A f*cking movie?" I said.

Adam just laghed at me. "If this was a movie you'd like me by now."

"How is running into you even possible with how big this damn town is?" I threw my hands in the air asking no one in particular, walking away from him.

I guess he thought I expected an answer because he followed me.

"I live right down the street, I usually walk this strip for breakfast. What are you doing here? Where's Vince? Why isn't your dog on a leash?"

"Looking for food. Hungover. His name is Kap and e doesn't need one. Anything else detective?" I raised an eyebrow at him, he was in dark jeans, black boots, a white tan top, topped off with black sunnies.

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Have breakfast with me?" He asked hopefully.

"Why on earth would I? You called me a prostitute."

"You called me a person who used a prostitute! And thats worse! So gross.." He shuttered.

I half laughed, and he continued.

"That and every other name in the book, Ms. Tease. C'mon! I know a place with AMAZING blueberry pancakes. They'll knock your socks off!" He practically jumped with joy.

I gave him a confused look. "But I like these socks. Wouldn't blowing them off hurt? What the hell is in those blueberries? Bombs?" I asked, horrified.

He smacked his face with his hands and muttered something about Italians.

He grabbed my hand, "Just trust me! It's dog friendly too, I take my dog sometimes."

As he led me down the street I gave up fighting him. Why do I have the feeling I'm going to regret this?