Otherside - Post Malone

Jack smiles and pushes off the wall then walks slowly over to Austin with a menacing grin on his face. Austin groans. He is going to go full South African on him. "Austin, I am going to tell you something. Now, just calm down, hey. When you hear this it might blow your mind. If you think you can't handle it just grab a fucking chair. Sit down. Grab an ice pack to put on your nut sack because when you hear this it's going to take a moment to sink in. So, Ya, if you need to prepare yourself, go do some lite stretching, maybe a couple of deep breaths because this will blow your fucking tits my brew. So here we go are you ready for it?"

"Fuck off, Jack."

"You love Honey."

Austin stares at Jack and then slowly closes his hotel door. He needs a fucking moment and maybe that ice pack. Love? No love. No anything. His phone rings again, giving him a fright and so he jumps and throws it across his hotel room - hard. It smashes into a million pieces on the wall across from him. "Need a new phone?" Jack asks through the door. "No," Austin says softly. "So that was just your balls I heard dropping?" Jack asks.

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Austin is a singer at the top of his game which means an endless flow of parties, drinks, and very beautiful women. He loves his life and has no intention of making any changes. He is not lonely, he doesn't question if there is anything better out there for him and he definitely has no intention of falling in love with anyone. That is until he finds a kid sitting at his kitchen table. It starts a chain of events that have him questioning who he is, who he has been sharing his house with, and why one woman, in particular, has suddenly become rather fascinating - but he does not, under any circumstance, love her.