otherside ➳ post malone

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i couldn't be more in love // the 1975

"You really did that?!" Randy asked as we sat in Austin's tour bus that was barely big enough for Randy, Taylor, Izzy, Parker, Austin, and I. Savannah had flown back home because she couldn't get anymore days off of work which was understandable. "You really beat her ass and I wasn't there?"

"Yep," I nodded with a laugh. "I couldn't be prouder of myself."

"I can't believe I missed such a breakthrough moment," She breathed deeply. Everyone else giggled.

"So, this is crazy," Parker said. "Is this what the tour life is always like, Austin?"

"Only when Liv is around," He said, nudging me.

"So what the hell is up with the Quinten thing?" Taylor asked. "Is this not going to be awkward?"

"No," I answered before Austin could. "Before anything, Quinten was my friend and that's all we're meant to be."

"I sure hope so," Austin said, wrapping his arm around me. "You're mine, sugar."

"Gross," Randy fake gagged. "I'm gonna puke."

"Oh shut up," I laughed just as soon as there was a knock on the door.

"Yeah!" Austin yelled. The door opened and Kyle stepped in. "What's up?"

"The band's here," Kyle said and Austin looked over at me.

"Tell them to come in, if they can fit," He joked and Kyle stepped out of the way, letting them all in.

"Hey, guys!" Quinten smiled as he saw everyone. Randy got up and hugged him first, followed by Izzy, then Parker, then Taylor. Finally, it was my turn. He looked at me with a soft smile. "Hi, Olivia."

"Hi," I smiled, hugging him tightly. "How was the flight in?"

"Pretty good," he nodded, hugging me back. "Kinda short."

"That's good," I smiled and looked at Austin who was standing behind me.

"Thank you so much for coming on such short notice," Austin smiled, shaking his hand. And then the rest of the band.

"No, man, you're making our dreams come true," Quinten smiled at him and then turned around to the other three guys. "Okay, here's our lead singer, Alex. And on guitar, is Michael. And then our bassist is Corey."

"Nice," Austin smiled. "We're really glad to have y'all. Uh, you have your own tour bus, fully stocked, behind this one. But y'all are more than welcome to try to cram onto this one with us while we're on the road."

"We don't want to be in the way," Quinten said sincerely. "Thanks a lot for the bus."

"No, you're definitely not in the way," I told him. "We'd love to get to know everyone."

"For sure," Taylor nodded, standing up and grabbing a bag of chips. "We need more beer pong players since ours kinda suck."

"I'm sorry that I hate beer," I looked at him.

"I'm sorry that I can't throw a ping pong ball to save my life," Izzy chuckled, leaning over and taking a chip from his bag.

"I'm sorry that I'm pregnant," Randy shrugged. "But that was all you, buddy."

"Oh, God," Taylor rolled his eyes, reaching his hand in the bag.

"Well, this sounds really exciting," Quinten laughed. "I think we're gonna go hang on the other bus for a while. Maybe nap or something."