Worth it.

Chapter twenty-five

Kc✍🏼
He's not my mans. He can do whatever he wants.

Brandon🖤
Kc Please, He's drinking way more than usual. This isn't gonna end well

Kc✍🏼
Yeah I understand he's drunk, but what do you want me to do? Tell him to stop?

The door busts open and Zion stumbles in with a bottle.
"Kc!" He yells. "Oh my god I missed you" he falls on top of me. I groan and sit him down next to me.
"But I'm lyingggg. When I talk mhmmm" he slurs. He lays on my lap. Definitely too drunk to function. "I love that song"
"Mhm" I say running my fingers through his dreads.
"Psst Kc" he whispers. "I know you wrote that song about me"
"What?" My eyes widen.
"Yeah Austin told me. Don't worry I won't tell anyone"
"Tell anyone what?" I ask him.
"That you're still in love with me" he says.
"You're drunk" I scoff.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He holds on to my shoulder.
"I'm still in love with you too" He says.
"What?!" I stop playing with his dreads.
He laughs.
"I never stopped loving you" he giggles.
"You don't know what you're talking about" I say.
"Yes I dooooo. I tried to use Sammi to get my mind off you" he laughs. "but I just can't take my eyes off of youuuu"
He closes his eyes.
Did he mean that? No, he couldn't. He's drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying.
I get up from underneath him and put a blanket on top of him. I go to the living room.
"How's Zion?" Brandon asks me.
"Passed out, but other than that fine" I say sitting next to him. "He said something to me though"
"Like what?" He asks me.
"Like that he's still in love with me..."
He raises his eyebrows.
"Do you think he meant it?" I ask him.
He shakes his head.
"I don't know. Zion's a complicated guy" he says. "Look Kc, I don't want you getting your hopes up. I mean I love you guys but I can't afford y'all breaking up or something during tour. I think it's best if you just ignore what he said today. Act like if it never even happened"
"What if he brings it up?"
"I doubt he'll be able to remember" he laughs.
"Right" I say. "Thanks, b. Goodnight!" I say as I go to my bunk. I laid there with my eyes open.
Maybe it is best to just ignore what he said. I mean things have finally gotten better for us. I couldn't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach again. What if he did mean it? What if he does love me? My thoughts send me right to sleep.