Moonlight (Lil Xan)

Chapter Eight

I told her, "hold my hand"
She said, "Is everything right?"

Thank god Omar came in to wake me up in the morning and not Austin. I was putting on makeup and getting ready when he came in.

"Sofia! Have you seen Diego—ooh shit."

He saw him still asleep on my bed.

"Damn. I won't say anything. I swear."

I laughed.

"It's not what it looks like! He just happened to fall asleep when we were hanging last night."

"Hey, it doesn't bother me. Feel free to fuck pretty boy all you want."

"Oh my god," I said.

I rolled my eyes and gave him a little wave.

"See in ten downstairs, and as I said, I won't say anything."

"Just leave!" I screamed.

I decided to jump on Diego to wake him up, which led to a wrestling fight, which led to making out, which led to more wrestling and then more making out.

"This whole trying to be chill thing isn't working out," Diego said, breathing heavily.

"Well, neither of us are pretty chill people," I said.

"Come on; we're going to be late. Get dressed."

Of course, this is the one day Diego decided not to wear a hoodie.

"You look wrecked," I said, staring at the red blotches peaking out beneath his shirt and his flushed lips.

"You're not much better," he said smirking.

We walked down to the lobby together.

"Um...how the hell did they let paparazzi into the hotel?" I asked.

There were cameras everywhere. We all rushed through and got in our car waiting for us.

Austin and some of his friends were talking about how fucked up they got last night. I was just hoping no one would notice how obvious it was that Diego and I hooked up from the night before.

"Yes lil uzi is one hundred percent better than lil pump no question about it," I said to Diego.

We were in the recording studio working on our collab together. Diego was sitting down, and I had my head in his lap.

"Ok, but lil uzi is actually wack. Satan worshipper shit."

I pinched his cheeks and sat up.

"Bitch, don't say that around me. You know I fuck with Pump," Omar said.

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess less talent means more popularity now."

Diego tackled me.

"I take it back! I take it back!" I said as Diego tickled me.

Omar laughed.

"Never thought you two would hit it off as much as you did."

Diego looked down, and a blush appeared on his cheeks. 

"I'm gonna grab some water. Be right back," he said.

"Shit. Didn't mean to make that awkward," Omar said.

"You're good. So, you don't mind?"

"About what?"