I was drunk... Very drunk
I was sat on the bar with my legs crossed chatting away with Lewis. I had a strange feeling someone was watching me. I raised my eyes to see Post sitting on the other side of the tent with his friends staring over in my direction. The blood rushed to places that where not appropriate to think about in a tent full of people
He quickly looked away when he noticed I looked up. I ignored it, he was probably just staring into space
People where starting to make moves to go back to the hotel as it was getting late and we had a long day ahead of us. Lewis appeared Infront of me and pointed at my trainers. "Come on I'll give you a piggyback or you will just moan about getting them dirty the whole way back to the hotel!" he knows me so well "
"I don't moan Lewis, I just express my feelings in a slightly whinny voice" I smiled as I jumped on his back. "They are Gucci in my defense!! I waved like the queen to everyone left in the tent shouting "bye losers" and kicked him like a horse to make him speed up
We got to the collection point and a couple of vans pulled up to pick the artists and their entourages up. Lewis practically through me the van and climbed in himself followed by Lottie. A head poked in and asked if there was room for more. We waved them in not knowing who they where
"Thanks, I'm Adam. Austin's photographer" he jumps in and in follows Post. He sits next to me sandwiching me between him and Lewis. A couple others in his entourage climb in introducing themselves as Smitty and Bobby, the driver starts the 10min drive to the hotel.
We all sat in uncomfortable silence for a couple of mins. No one wanting to be the first to start up conversation. Posts hand grazes mine and he rests it in between our legs close enough that his fingertips where hovering over my thigh. I couldn't take the tension
I lean forward and ask the driver to turn up the radio when Placebo -Nancy boy starts to play. Starting to sing along
Post raises an eyebrow at me "you like this? Never would have guessed"
"There's alot you don't know about me Post Malone!" I say as I shimmy back to my seat
"Please call me Austin" he chuckled
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F.R.I.E.N.D.S (A Post Malone Story)COMPLETE
Fanfictiona clumsy encounter starts an unlikely pairing. the question is,is it just a friendship though? My first fan fiction so please be kind and bare with me. Any comments or suggestions are appreciated x