Sorry, I Don't Date Singers.

It's Killing me When You're Away

"I love her Blake. God I love her." I sighed, putting my head into my hands on the table of the outdoor eatery we were at.

MImi and Miranda were ordering our food for us and I just told Blake how I really felt about Mimi, it was killing me to keep it inside but it felt good to finally tell someone. And I'm glad it was Blake. I felt like I was going to implode with that secret eating me on the inside while I had to see her beautiful face, hear her enticing laugh, and peek at her adorable ass all day and do nothing but watch from afar.

"Then sleep with the girl." Blake chuckled. 

"Not that kind of love!" I growled. "Im serious, it's killing me, man. I just want to run my hands all over her smooth skin. She looks so kissable."

"Okay, enough mooshy crap. Just tell the girl and sweep her off her feet. Done deal." He said, taking a sip of his ice tea.

"You don't get it! She hates me half the time. I just got her to tolerate me, telling her would really scare her away. Besides, she goes out a lot and I don't know if it's for work or if she's partying, or what. Hell, she could be sleeping with someone for all I know."

"Then ask her?" Blake said, like it was the simpilist thing ever.

I ran my hand through my hair, frustrated. " Listen, Blake! I can't, it's none of my business frankly, and I bet if I did ask she would just blow me off or throw an insult at me."

He hitched a hand behind him, "That sweet little thing?"

I nodded, "She has a special hatered for me right here." I pointed to my heart.

Blake laughed. "Well I like her. Maybe she likes you and just doesn't wanna admit it."

I scoffed, "Yeah, if only. I've written three songs about her, Blake. Three!"

Blake nearly spit out his drink, "What! You could hardly write one for a girl unless they pissed you off or they forced you to write a love song."

"Do you get it now?" I growled.

"Holy crap, yeah. Why don't you invite her to your album release this Friday?"

"Like she'd go with me. Dude, is your head okay or are you even listening to a word I'm saying?"

"No, you listen, dipwad. Ask her to go, not go with you. Sing her a song in front of everyone, it'll work I swear. Chicks love that stuff." He smiled, proud of himself.

"I'd do anything to get her in my arms for good."

Just then the girls walked over with our food. I craked a smile at Blake and MImi's joking nature, while Miranda and I talked about our two idiots. We tried not to be seen with them when they started a food fight with each other, it got so bad we had to practically drag them out of there before we we're asked to leave. Soon we parted ways after Blake and Mimi exchanged numbers, I could tell Miranda got a bit jealous and I almost laughed, that man would never leave her. He adored her to no end.

Later that night Mimi and I were arguing on what movie to watch, I wanted to watch stand up comedy (which she hated everyone but Kevin Hart, and I hated Kevin Hart), and she wanted to watch an action film. We eventually decided on Sharknado, which neither of us were happy about. So we just sat there grumpily until Vince came and turned it off and went back upstairs to bed, grumbling about something.

I heard Mimi burst into laughter as soon as he left. "I had NO idea it was that loud."

I smiled, loving the sound of her laugh. "Hey, Mimi?"

"Yea?" She asked, trying to get her laughter under control.

"I have an album release this Friday night, want to come? I mean not with me, by yourself. Well you can bring a friend or something. Not that I wouldn't want you to go with me, but I just thought it would be nice-"