The last few days became more work than fun. We had to rehearse like crazy for the New Years show since it was more of a festival type thing. A lot of different artists would be there but we were headlining.
That meant everything needed to be perfect. We had fire, fireworks, confetti, and needed to have our timing perfect for the countdown. Which brings me to my point, Alexa and I have barely had any time together since the day we got here; unless it was to eat breakfast or climb into bed together. It truly sucked.
So, I called up a yacht company and had them set one up for me the day of the show. The day we were finally able to rest our vocal chords. I planned for Alexa and I to drive out to the middle of the sea, maybe swim around with the little fishies and shit, have a nice ass breakfast with champagne. The whole nine yards. It would be an 'us' day. Well, it was suppose to be an us day but-
"Oh shit this is huge."
Jaime decided to join us.
I mean sure, just had to order another plate at the last minute and maybe cancel the rose peddle bed but it was no biggie. No biggie at all.
I chewed on my gum as they walked ahead of me, both talking excitedly while I huffed and puffed to myself. I was really hoping I could get her on her own since I knew when tour officially started up, my exhaustion levels would sky rocket like the Apollo.
"Aloha Miss Rzyan." One of the crew members at the gate said with a smile. "And who may the lovely friend be?"
"Miss Jaime will do." She said and shook his hand with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, welcome aboard Maui's finest Miss Jaime. We'll be taking great care of you."
I handed him my ID and he looked at it with a smile before handing to me with a nod. "Everything's set up, Miss Y/ln.. though we weren't expecting three." He whispered. "Both if them?"
"Oh no." I said with a chuckle. "It's her best friend. Trust me, dating two woman isn't as hyped up as everyone makes it out to be." His eyebrows shot up in shock and I winked before walking onto the ramp that led into the yacht.
"I think I want a yacht now." Alexa mumbled as she looked out at the water, a champagne glass in her hand. "This shits so dope."
"You're telling me. This champagne taste like it came straight from a French billionaires asshole." Jaime added and I shook my head at them in amusement before walking to the front of the boat and pulling out my phone to scroll on Twitter.
There was something trending, well, two things.
@palmtreetracy: you guys really got this shit to number two- #bringsoftY/nback
@daddyy/ln: okay but why???
@beany/n: because! Don't get me wrong, daddy y/n is just as amazing but soft Y/n was so cute. Those little sweaters she would wear and the collared shirts 🥺
@daddy/n: ahhh ok I see what you mean 😭 she was the cutest little shit.
@palmtreetracy: the shirt, no tattoos, single chain. It's suddenly 2018 again
