"Hi," I slurred slightly into the phone. "Can you come over please? I can't sleep."

"Niykee?" His voice said my name and I felt a ping in my chest.

"The one and only," I said drunkenly. "Are you going to come over?"

"Yeah," he said quickly. "Yeah, want me to bring anything?"

"No," I sighed. "Just you."

- -

As I rounded the corner in the hotel hallway, I came to the first door on the right. It was cracked open a bit, just like I predicted it would be. I cleared my throat, stuffing my iPhone in my back pant pocket and walked in. I shut the door behind me, listening as a heard a soft voice singing. I glanced around, absorbing my surroundings. There was a few pieces of clothing lying on the couch placed in the corner of the room and a black suitcase, opened lazily on the ground. As I continued to walk through the hotel suite, the voice became louder. I followed the voice to the bathroom door; it was slightly ajar. From where I stood, I could see her lying in the bathtub with soapy bubbles around her. She held a glass in her right hand as she continued to harmonize to herself.

Not wanting to startle her, I knocked on the bathroom door before walking in. She turned slightly and smiled when she saw me. "Kells, hi," she breathed. She took another sip from her glass.

I couldn't help but think this was some sort of twisted fantasy - that I was dreaming everything that was happening right now. First, the listening party was a complete success - I got the reaction from everyone that I wanted. I got the respect from many that I deserved and according to Diddy, my album would be dropping within a few weeks. I'd announce my release date tomorrow to the public. Everything went smoothly at the party - no fights or pouts. Now this... I wasn't sure what to think of this, but I knew damn well I wanted to be here more than anything.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked entering the room slowly. I was treading unknown territory right now. I wasn't oblivious to the fact she was completely naked and drunk.

"What does it look like?" she smirked. She turned back to her previous position, taking another sip of her glass. "Want some wine?" she asked. "Usually I don't fuck you with white, but this is actually pretty good."

She lifted the glass to me. I took it, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. I took a hesitant sip; she was right, it was good.

"Good, right?" She grinned. She took it back from me, taking another sip.

"Do you really think you should be drinking still?" I chuckled slightly. "It's morning, Niykee."

She glanced at me sideways, rolling her eyes. "Is Machine Gun Kelly being a party pooper right now?" she mock-gasped. "Is the world ending? What is going on?" She giggled to herself.

I laughed. "I will always encourage people to rage," I defended. "But I don't know how to handle you like this.. I've rarely seen this side of Niykee," I explained. Which was true - Niykee, and Lauren, weren't much drinkers or partiers, for that matter. I knew they'd rather smoke a blunt or two, order some take out and watch movies or tv marathons, so this made me question a lot of what I knew about her.

She sat up straight in the tub, clearing her throat. She began to pop a few bubbles around her. "I wanted to be a poet when I was younger," she began. She smiled slightly, staring off into the water. "Everyone made fun of me because I wanted to be inside writing my poems instead of playing with other kids. My brother, Cheyene, used to have this guitar he'd play all the time whenever we were at the hospital. He used to show me a few chords every week and help me write some songs to them. I started to coincide my two interests into song writing." She laughed lightly. "I used to stutter a lot as a kid, so it helped put my thoughts into order because I hated talking in front of people." She finally looked up at me, shrugging slightly. "I was bullied a lot."

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