Well That Escalated Quickly

Back To Work and Troublemakers

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Heeeey maltesers!! Here I am with the 13th chapter! wooooh! Hold to your seats because you'll see an enraged Kerstin hhh also, prepare to say lots of 'awwws' towards the end of the chapter because of reasons. Anyway, thanks to a friend of mine on twitter, I've found not only a ship name for Martin and Kerstin but also their song, wow! so the ship name iiis.... MARSTIN! And the song is a cover of Avicii's Wake Me Up by You Me At Six! So be sure to check it out!

Also, the song of the day is.... Blame by Calvin Harris and John Newman :D

As always, see you at the end of the chapter & DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!

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[Martin's POV]

Me and Julian were working on our track when my phone began to ring. I stood up from my office chair and went to pick up the phone, forgetting to check the caller's ID.

"Hello?" I said.

"Martin, hey it's Scooter here"

"Hey man, how are you?" I smirked

"I'm good, I guess" he quickly replied "Anyway, it's time to get back to work, you know?" I swear to god, this man. I can't even ask him how he was doing that he quickly starts talking about business.

"Yeah, I know. I was just wondering when you'd call. Oh! Me and Julian started working on our new track!"

"That's great and, by the way, I didn't call you because I was busy. However, you've got a gig in this club in Milan tomorrow night at 23, I'll text you the address. Also, can I have Julian on the phone please?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure. Hold on a second" I went up to Julian and handed him my phone "It's Scooter, I guess he's going to tell you about your gigs"

"Alright, thanks bro" he nodded as he took the phone, bringing it to his ear "Hey Scooter, Martin told me you wanted me on the phone"

As Julian was on the phone with Scooter, I decided to get something to drink.

I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip. I sat at the counter and kept drinking water. Man, if it was hot in here. I decided to walk out on the terrace, we still haven't used it since I moved in.

It was a nice place, actually. I should consider the idea of putting a coffee table and some armchairs here and maybe also a swing or an hammock.

I could see the park nearby from here, it looked like a nice place where to jog and do some exercises in the morning. Wait what? Jogging and exercising in the morning? Who am I kidding, I'm not a morning person. Maybe Julian, but me? Not even in my dreams.

Let's say I'm more like a night owl.

If you were wondering, we still haven't met our neighbours. I don't really mind it though.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Julian called my name.

"Martin?"

"I'm here, are you done with the phone?" I said as I walked back into the living room. Julian handed me my phone.

"Yeah, Scooter told me my schedule for the week. Busy as hell. He's sending me an email with the schedule so I can see what I have to do" he chuckled slightly.

"Well, this is what we do" I replied before grabbing my phone "Scooter, are you still there?"

"Yes, I am. So, listen. After tomorrow's gig, you have a photoshoot on Thursday from 10 to 12. Then an interview from 15:30 to 16:45. A gig on Friday night at 22 and another one on Saturday at the East End Studios with Julian at 23. From 11 to 13 on Sunday, there's a phoshoot and at 18, you have an interview at the national radio. This one is really important, you know what to do" he explained. Everything seemed so easy to do when heard from him but they're stressful as hell.