Collide ; Kyle Kuzma

• FORTY-NINE•

A Week Later

I stand in our closet looking through my clothes trying to figure out an outfit for my first live performance tonight I was only gonna sing two songs but regardless I was nervous as shit especially since we only did one run through and sound check. Our whole house felt like a mess we had binders filled of decisions we had to make for the wedding, people were always coming in n out, Kyles merchandise, and my music stuff. Even our closet was a current representation of our lives which was a mess, Kyle decided that he was gonna have his 23rd birthday in Miami since this club wanted to host it, so we've been both trying to get outfits ready and pack but as soon as we get started our attention is needed in other areas. "Baby what is you doing"?

I groan saying "still trying to find an outfit, I did my hair and make up already but I still can't decide on what to wear"

I look back to see Kyle lookin fine as hell he replies "I think your just nervous baby everything's gonna be fine"

I exhale telling "my anxiety's been acting up but you look very handsome bubba"

Kyle smiles walking over to me placing his hand on the small of my back responding "your lucky I'm a part time stylist and yuh boi can help you out"

I laugh as he carries me setting me on the couch as I say "you've got me"

He replies "yes what kind of look are we going for"

I tell him "I'm tryna look like a bad bitch"

Kyle starts laughing responding "you always do baby come on like you wanna be in a dress or jeans"

I say "I want to be a comfy bad bitch"

He keeps on laughing replying "alright angel I've got you"

Kyle starts pushing through the racks telling me "maybe a little red action"

I smile watching his eyes carefully scan each item in my closet I could tell he was putting in a lot of effort I respond "I can mess with red"

He comes up to me with all these clothing pieces saying "I've got it"

I stand up replying "ight Kuz let's see how you did"

I start dressing as he tells me "your gonna look fly as fuck I'm a stylist"

I laugh pulling up my shorts throwing on a jacket as he responds "I want this falling off your shoulder and put on some vans and we chillin"