Bladee's POV.
It was almost midnight and I still couldn't sleep. It seemed as if the moon outside my window kept getting brighter and brighter and stung my eyes. Thoughts went through my head like a never ending train.
An hour passed and I still laid there. I decided to pay the thing that's keeping me up a visit.
I grabbed a white T and headed towards where the music was coming from. As soon as I opened the door my heart fluttered in excitement from just the back of his head. But I tried to play it cool.
"What's up?" I murmmerd while plopping in a seat next to him.
"Yo." Jonatan said as he stared blankly at a paper on his lap.
"Hard night?" I asked. "What are you gonna write about?"
The music played softly on his phone as he grabbed it and pressed pause. "Yeah. Can't really find any inspiration in this shit hole apartment."
I knew what Jonatan was talking about. The boys and I have been staying at a dump of an apartment while we wait for the next album to drop. But to our luck, it's been taking longer than we expected. Jonatan, and Gud and Sherm especially, have been hyped about this album for a whole year already. They need at least two more songs made of fire in order for this album to be good.
It's so sad seeing them mope around for so long with shitty beats and blank lyrics. All they need is two more songs. I definitely wished I could help.
"What's been on your mind a lot lately?" I asked. That is when he finally looked up at me and I swear my bones turned to mush.
"Fucking bitches, getting money of course. But those are in almost all my lyrics."
"Well since those both aren't true, just write more shit lies."
His laugh could've gave me a seizure. It was so quiet and raspy. "I fuck bitches, Bladee."
I looked at my lap and tried to contemplate on what I should say. Jonatan has definitely not had some in almost over a year. Even I knew he was feeding people bullshit. Ever since his last tour when a groupie by the name of Sena, I think it was, leaked his naked pictures of him getting it from behind, he doesn't talk to much foreigners. I laughed to myself thinking about this. Then I feel a pang of jealousy.
Then I had an idea.
"What did you say the other night while I was cooking you pasta?" I asked crossing my arms in concentration.
"I don't remember. I was high and drunk." He responded.
"Some shit about wishing you lived in a 'Leanworld' with 'leangirls', yeah? Don't you remember? You couldn't stop talking weird shit." I replied. I watched him for a second as his deep blue eyes circled around the room trying to spark a memory. God, he was beautiful. His plain black T suited his light jeans so well.
"Oh shit." He smiled. "How the fuck do I remember that? Wow."
I raised my eyebrows and pointed towards the notebook in his lap. Indicating for him to write what came to his mind with that memory.
I watched him as he mumbled and wrote a few sentences down.
"I've always thought it would be cool to have a gate to my kingdom 'Leanworld'. Should I add that?" He asked, not looking up.
I nodded.
"A heaven themed kingdom..." He mumbled and I just watched his fingers scribble away.
Moments passed and I didn't realized until now how creepily I've been staring. I'm glad of how focused he is, or else I'd be fucked. Not literally.
I stiffened a cough and it threw him out of focus. Dammit.
