Sage (Completed)

mine.

Olive

"I'm excited." I admitted, looking out of the plane's window.

"I'm excited too, sis. I'm ready for you to have some fun. You deserve it."

We were now on our way to Atlanta and I couldn't lie, I was excited to finally be around a new environment. New scenery. Just somewhere other than the penthouse.

"Oh yeah. What did he say when you told him?" She asked, breaking me away from my thoughts.

I bit my lip nervously as she narrowed her eyes at me."

"You didn't tell him, Olive?"

"No but only because I never got the chance to. He didn't come home last night." I admitted and she raised her eyebrows.

"You haven't spoken to him today either?"

"No." I bit my bottom lip, making a mental note to call him exactly when I got off the plane.

I'd let our small argument get to me rather than checking to see if he was alright. It was wrong of me to do that.

"In my defense, he didn't call or text me either."

"Y'all need to stop acting like this. Seriously." She eyed me and I sighed deeply.

"Because if something was to happen to either of you, you and him would both go crazy."

"I know. You're right." I agreed, feeling bad for letting this small argument pull us apart.

"I'll call him when I get off the plane."

"Please do." She nodded.

*

Sage

"You good, Sage?" Mike pushed the button, stopping the music and the recording.

"Yeah, I'm cool." I mumbled.

"You sure? I know we been at it all night. You can go home and get some sleep. We can just finish tonight or something. The song sounds great already. Just needs a few more vocals and mastering then we're good. I think it's a good farewell for your fans."

"It's not even that, Mike." I scoffed, removing my headphones and coming out of the booth.

"What's going on, man?"

"It's Olive." I sighed deeply.

"Olive? Your babygirl?" He mocked, making me laugh.

"Not Olive. She's the sweetest angel. Can't do no wrong in Sage's eyes." He joked, smiling.

"What happened?" He asked seriously.

"She's letting this shit get to her head." I fussed.

"What? The interview?"

"Nah. She made a fucking Instagram. Now one of these damn brands is asking her to promote some shit." I explained.

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's tea, Mike. They want her to show her body. I'm not with that."

"Oh, tea.." He trailed off before laughing.

"And she's so naive. She think I'm just being selfish but I'm only looking out for my girl."

"That's exactly why I didn't want to do this in the first place."

"I mean, how bad could it be though?" He asked and I gave him a look.

"I don't want her to end up like these Instagram girls. My girl is mine. Nobody didn't know who she was before and that's how I liked it. I don't like this Instagram shit for her. She's not even ready mentally. They'll chew her ass up. Quick."