feeling whitney ; post malone

03

when i noticed it was post malone, i leaned over, putting my hand on my chest in shock while i laughed with no sound coming from my mouth.

post laughed and walked down the stairs from his trailer. "it's nice to meet you." he laughed.

i stood up straight and looked at him and then to my friends, who were also in shock. "it's nice to meet you too. oh my god, how to you know who i am?" i asked chuckling slightly.

he smiled and put a cigarette in his mouth. "i saw your show. it was dope."

i smiled. "thank you so much. you perform tomorrow right?"

"yep." he nodded and lit the cigarette. he motioned the pack towards me. "want one?"

i shook my head. "nah, i don't smoke cigarettes."

"you smoke weed?" he asked with a smirk.

i looked to my friends with a sly look and then back to post. "yeah, we're pretty fucking stoned right now." i told him chuckling.

he let out a breathy laugh and blew out smoke from his mouth. "that's dope. y'all wanna hang out in my trailer for a bit?"

i looked to jasmine and meech to see if they were up for it. the two of them nodded.

i turned back to post and nodded. "yeah, sounds good, post."

he smiled and shook his head. "call me austin. we're friends now." he put his arm around my shoulder and we walked into his trailer.

i smiled as we all walked into his trailer. my manager went back to her hotel room so it was just me, jasmine, meech, and austin.

i sat on the couch next to jasmine while austin sat on a chair and meech sat on a beanbag chair.

"so you go by wolftyla?" austin asked me, picking up a red solo cup of beer and taking a swing.

"yeah. my real name is tyla. these are my best friends jasmine and meech." i told him, introducing them before i forgot.

"nice to meet y'all." he smiled, lifting his beer slightly to them.

"nice to meet you too, man." meech nodded towards him. jasmine just waved.

"how old are you?" austin asked me.

"21 but i look 12." i pointing my finger to my small body.

"at least you're not 22 and look 40." he said, moving his hands along his body.

"you do not look 40." jasmine said.

austin shrugged, taking a sip of his beer. "can i get y'all anything to drink or something? i feel bad i'm just sitting here treating myself in front of y'all."

we shook our heads. "i don't need anything."

austin nodded. "alright cool. so the reason i wanted to talk to you was because there's a party tonight hosted by vans. most of the performers are gonna go it's gonna be dope. y'all should stop by."

i smiled. "that sounds really cool." i nodded, looking at my friends who agreed. "well definitely be there."

austin smiled. "awesome. give me your phone and i'll put my number in. text me and i can send you the address." he held his hand out reaching for the phone.

i looked down at my phone in my hand and then back to him. "you want to give me your number? seriously?" i asked in slight shock.

austin rolled his eyes playfully and chuckled. "yes i'm serious, like i said, we're friends now. you're a pretty dope person and i like dope people."

i smiled and handed him my phone with the screen pulled up for him to add his contact.

he quickly put his number in and handed me back my phone. i looked at his contact and what he put to be his name. it read 'austin post🗡💛.'
i smiled at the name. "alright then, austin post. we will see you tonight." we stood up, getting ready to leave.

austin smiled. "hey, don't forget to text me!" he pointed at me with his cigarette in his hand.

"i won't. i promise." we started to walk out he trailer.

"i'll see you around, tyla." he said before i shut the door.