The Best Of A Swaecation (A Swae Lee Fanfiction)

WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

Bad, bad news
One of us is gonna lose
I'm the powder, you're the fuse
Just add some friction

[Chorus]
You are my strange addiction
You are my strange addiction
My doctors can't explain
My symptoms or my pain
But you are my strange addiction.

I pencil down the words as soon as soon as the inspiration flows through. I'm working on a verse of Billie Eilish's song, My Strange Addiction, for her upcoming album: WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

Its a bit late and I'm sitting in studio writing.

"Isn't it too late to be writing songs?" A voice interrupted. It was Swae Lee.

"Late? You're here and it's late." I say to him.

"I'm an artist and your a songwriter." He said and I balled my fists.

"I don't mean it like that, its just that you won't get inspiration to write when you're all tired." Swae said.

As if on cue, I let out a very long, tired yawn.

Swae packed up the papers I was writing on and put them into my backpack.

"You're very tired and your too pretty to suffer the torture of working late night, I'm sure the seventeen year old can understand that." Swae said and picked up my backpack and brought me out to his car.

"What are you doing?" I ask him as he opened the passenger door for me.

"I'm taking you home with me, just to make you relax, if that's ok." He replied.

"Sure, I could use some relaxation right about now." I said and got into the car.

Swae got in too and drove off towards his place.

He turned on the radio and started to play some songs from SremmLife 2, his second studio album with his brother.

Look Alive started to play and I was rapping along to it.

"Damn, you know it all." Swae said.

"I love you and your brother. The duo, Rae Sremmurd is bomb." I said to him and he smiled.

"Everyone has a favorite, so, which one of us is?"

I stared at him, dumbfounded. Is he really asking me this? I wondered.

He lifted his eyebrows, waiting for my answer.

"Um, uh..." I stuttered.

"Really Ash? Just answer." Swae pressed on.

"Um, you knew my name?" I asked him, a good way of changing the subject.

"Every songwriter is as important as the artiste." Swae replied.

"So, who's your favorite?" He continued.

I bit my lip before answering:

"You are."

Swae tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as Black Beatles started to play.

"That's good." He said. "Tell me more about yourself."

"Well, I'm twenty years old, I write songs for artistes, I'm insanely in love with Rae Sremmurd and their music, I live at Beverly Hills and I guess that's it about me."

Swae then pulled into a driveway and got out and opened the passenger door for me.

I got out and he took my hand in his.

"Let me tell you about me." He said.

"Is there really anything to tell, I'm sure I probably know already."

"It's ok, I still want to tell you, I love food, working out." He said at which he began to flex. "I love being on stage, performing for the fans and I love someone, I've been watching her for some time and listening to the artistes that she writes songs for."

"Well that songwriter is a lucky girl." I said and he smiled.

We walked into his house and he sat me on the couch.

"We're gonna relax together." He said and went to his kitchen and returned with party size chips and Reese's Puffs.

We ate the chips together, sometimes throwing a few of them at each other and laughing.

"Let's see how strong you are." Swae said and we locked hands together to get each other on the ground.

I held onto him, trying to get him to go down, but he was too strong.

Swae then pinned me down onto the ground and looked into my eyes.

"Not strong enough." He said with a smile and was coming closer to my face.

"We're so close." I managed to breathe out.

"I know." Swae said and leaned further down and kissed me.

I lost my breath for at least fifteen seconds and when we pulled apart, I still felt breathless.

"You're the songwriter I love." Swae said and I smiled sheepishly.

Swae then turned on the TV and we watched horror movies together, which included me snuggling closer in his arms whenever a scary scene came up.

When the movie ended, he started talking.

"I've been noticing you for a while now. The way you're always so focused when working on a song, although this time I sense some edge."

"Tell that to Finneas O'Connell, he won't give me a break, just because his sister asked me to write one song, he's trying his utmost best to make me mess up." I tell him.

"I think it's because you're a better songwriter than him." Swae said and kissed my cheek.

"If you think so." I said and we snuggled on the couch.

Now I'm definitely relaxed, so, WHEN WE ALL FALL ASLEEP, WHERE DO WE GO?

I don't know, I just know that when I fall asleep, I go into Swae Lee's arms.