"Thank you for coming clean, but you didn't have to," I assured him. "You don't owe me that type of loyalty."

He chuckled silently. "Then why do I feel like I do?"

"I don't know. You tell me," I said bluntly.

He turned to me, a little surprised I had responded that way. "I can't answer that right now. Shit, I don't even know why yet."

I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You'll let me know?"

He chuckled again. "I honestly don't know what is it about you, Niykee, that you're so easy to talk to. Usually I can't talk to females like this."

"Is that why you and Amber broke up?" I asked the question quicker than it had processed in my mind. I mentally scolded myself for bringing it up so early.

Instead of shooting down my question, like I predicted he would, he shrugged. "I would like to say that was the whole reason, but I just wasn't feeling it, to be completely honest."

"She's Amber Rose though," I mock-gasped. "Are you blind? Are you alright in the head?"

He laughed, and after a second, so did I. He got serious again. "Sex is great and all, but when you find a connection with someone - and its genuine - that's a lot more appealing."

"I heard Machine Gun Kelly doesn't do relationships."

"I usually keep it low," he explained. "I've had a few flings here and there, but nothing I'd call a dictionary-defined relationship. I had one that broke my heart years ago - before Machine Gun Kelly existed  She cheated on me and wanted me to actually catch her doing it too - how sick is that?" He chuckled, with no humor in his voice. "Between her and my mom," he shook his head. "I wasn't really down for it."

His mom. Slim had mentioned that before - his mommy issues.

"So why did you try with Amber?" I asked.

"Thought maybe I was ready."

"And were you?"

"Possibly. I don't think she was the right person to try with."

"Do you think you'll ever find the one?" I asked. "I know we grow up with this concept where there's someone out there for everyone. We're battered with it while we're young - told that everyone has another half. Do you think that's true?"

He studied me for a moment - a moment too long. He then sighed, rubbing my leg again. "I'd like to think so. I'm still trying to figure that out and I'm 23. It looks like it's gonna be a while before either of us figure it out."


I woke up with a pounding headache. The first thought that popped into my brain was the most obvious - I was hungover, big time. The first question was, how on Earth did I get back to my hotel?

My eyes opened wide; I was in alert mode. I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. I was in Kells' hotel room, more specifically his bed. I glanced down at myself; I was fully clothed. Yet he was missing.

Just as I was going to search for my phone to check the time, I heard the bathroom door creak open. There he was - freshly out of the shower, a white towel wrapped around his waist, and water droplets dripping from his body. I couldn't help myself; I began to silently study his tattoos when he cleared his throat.

"Good, you're up," he smiled. I flashed him a smile.

"What time is it?" I asked, still unable to locate my phone.

"Almost noon," he said, walking over to his suitcase. He began to rummage through it as he spoke. "We have to check out at 3pm, but I wanted you to sleep in as much as possible."

"How long have you been up for?"

"Awhile," he said. He finally picked out an outfit before walking back into the bathroom.

Although the majority of the night was blurry, I still remembered parts of the night. We hadn't gone to asleep until 4AM; we talked about the strangest, most random things. We shared a few life stories; I felt we made a real connection last night. Our friendship had evolved in a short time that it made me question if maybe it was slowly turning into something more without me - or either of us - even realizing it.

We had then a smoked a blunt before I had fallen asleep on his bed. I must had slept like a baby because I hadn't awoken until now. I fell back into the bed and sighed. At my side, I felt an uncomfortable object under me. Finally I had found my phone. I checked for any notifications; there was two from Alex, the producer I had worked with the other night. I unlocked my phone to check the messages.

10:37AM - AK: hey niykee, I was messin with some beats last night and think I got something you might be interested in. shoot me a text when you're free.

10:39AM - AK: I'll be in a studio in the city all day if you wanna link up later.

I sighed again, gently rubbing my temples. Today was going to be a long day; I already knew it.

A few moments had passed until I heard the creaking sound of the door opening again. I pushed the blanket off me as he walked back into the room. He was running his fingers through his damp, disheveled hair as he walked to the opposite side of the room.

"Could I borrow a t-shirt?" I crinkled my nose. "Mine smells like a prom after party."

He chuckled as he nodded. "Yeah, of course." As he began to search for a shirt, I stood up from bed, stretching out my arms; I felt as if a dozen eighteen-wheelers had struck me in a row and then hit reverse. All I know is I needed a nap sometime today and I was in desperate need of some Advil.

Kells stood a few feet away from me, a black shirt in hand. "Here, take this," he motioned toward the fabric in his hand.

I smiled. "Thanks. I'll be sure to give it back."

"Na, you ain't gotta worry 'bout tha...." I had switched my previous shirt for his black one in a span of five seconds. When I glanced back up, Kells looked as if he might've seen a ghost. Before I could say something, he quickly recovered. He sighed loudly, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me close to him. "I have every intention to be just your friend, Niykee," he began, as his fingers tapped my skin. "But you doing this and acting like there's no sexual tension between is not going to work."

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," I said, glancing up at his blue eyes. "What is this tension you speak of?"

He grinned, biting his lip. "I don't like temptation, especially when I've gotten shot down before. You're just being a tease now."

I couldn't help but stare at his lips, urging - hoping he'd make the move, but I also didn't want him to. I knew it'd complicate things - between us and our careers.

But there was a little red devil chilling on my shoulder giving me the thumbs up to make the move myself. God, I hated this battle. I was so fucking confused.

"That was under different circumstances," I shared.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked slowly.

Just as I allowed myself to inch closer to him - our lips just inches apart - there was a load knock on the door, followed by male voice. "Yo, you almost packed, Kells?" I heard from the other side. We both jumped slightly, the voice disrupting our private little world.

I sighed and felt his arms relax beside me. Our opportunity had been ruined. I backed away from him, reluctantly so. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair and sighed. "Yeah, almost," he shouted back. The foreign voice never responded back.

"You should finish packing," I said, motioning to his suitcases. "Will you let me know when you get to Cleveland?"

He took a single step toward me and paused. He then nodded, looking a bit defeated. "Yeah, I got you."

I closed the remaining space between us by hugging him. He returned the favor and I felt so warm with his arms around me. He smelled good; a mixture of cologne and body wash. "Have a safe flight," I said as I pulled away. "Don't miss me too much." And with that, I exited the bedroom.

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