I was having the shittiest day of my life. I woke up late and had five minutes to get to my college lecture which was a twenty minute drive away. Then I saw my boyfriend, who is now my ex boyfriend, making out with some other girl on campus. And now, in order to try and spread a little bit of joy even though there was a substantial amount missing from my own life, I was at the Starbucks drive through getting coffee for my roommate and best friend Conor, and bringing it to his shitty little office at his work. The guy working there handed me the drinks
"Thanks,"
"You're welcome. You come here often?"
"Uh, yeah," I said, wanting to get on my way as I had no interest in this man
"Huh, think I'd remember such a pretty face,"
"Thanks," I said
"So can I get your number?"
"Um...no," I replied before rolling up my window and driving off. I'd gotten out of a relationship an hour ago and the Starbucks guy, who was definitely still in high school, or any guy for that matter, was not on my list of priorities.
I pulled up outside and walked into the main reception. I'd come here a few times before so I knew the receptionist
"Hey Devon, you here to see Conor?" She asked me
"Yeah, I've turned into his PA somehow," I replied gesturing to the Starbucks cups in my hand
She laughed "Just go on up,"
"Thank you," I walked over to the elevator. And waited for one to come. I stepped inside and waited to be taken to the 4th floor, where Conor's office was. I walked along the corridor
and reached his shitty little office. Well, office was an overstatement. It was a tiny room with a desk and a couch in, along with a nasty bathroom that neither of us had used; Conor just threw whatever crap he wanted out the way in there.
"You came through with the coffee, thank you! Hey what's wrong?" He asked me as soon as I walked into the room
"Toby,"
"What about him?"
"He was kissing another girl on campus today," I said
"Oh my god, what?" Conor asked as I plopped down on the couch
"Yep. I just walked out of a lecture and there he was,"
"What a little dickhead. Are you upset?"
"Um, I mean I'm pissed off but I'm not like crying about it. He was kind of boring,"
"Didn't sound boring from the other room,"
"Conor!" I exclaimed. Just then, another guy walked into the room
"Yo. Colson's recording in 5 and we need you there,"
"Sick, okay I'll be there in a second," Conor replied "You coming?"
"Nah I'll just head back,"
"Come on, Devon! All you need to do is sit there and watch this guy record, plus his band or whatever is going to be there so you can get back in the dating game,"
I sighed "Only because I know you won't leave me alone unless I do,"
"Yes! Okay cmon,"
The recording room was huge. There were two luscious black velvet couches that could've easily fitted my entire class on, a glass refrigerator filled with drinks and speakers everywhere. The recording booth spread across the entire width of the room, and was filled with instruments. Keyboards, guitars, drum kits, you name it; it was most likely in there. The guy that had come in to Conor's office was there, but the actual artist and his 'crew' weren't here yet.
"Holy shit," I said to Conor, a little bit taken aback by all this
"I know," he replied "James, this is my friend Devon, Devon this is James, he works at interscope with me," Conor said
"I'm his boss," James said as we shook hands. "Kelly's supposed to be here soon, you know California traffic and all coming from the airport,"
"He just flew in? Damn he's going to be pissed," Conor said
'I know, but he gotta hustle if he wants to do this and movies and shit,"
Just then, the door swung open. Standing in the door frame was probably the tallest guy I'd seen in my life. He had short blond hair that was messy and unruly, from travelling I assumed, and behind him was a posse of 5 other guys
"James fucking McMillan! What you been saying about my hustle?" His little gang behind him all burst out laughing; he was one of those guys.
I glanced at Conor "Yeah I think I'm going to go,"
"No please, Dev. You'll have fun," He pleaded
I rolled my eyes, but stayed anyway. To be honest, I didn't really have much to do except write a paper and watch Netflix, and I guessed that it would be kind of cool to see how the whole music thing worked.
"So," one of the guys say down next to me as the tall one kept talking to James "You a fan or something?"
"Oh, no. I don't know who you are, who he is, anything like that," I replied. The guy burst out laughing
"Okay okay, so I'm Rook, this is Slim, and Dub. And that blond piece of shit is Kells," Rook said. Kells turned around
"What'd you say, you little pussy? Get your fat ass over here and light me up," Kells threw a lighter at him and he walked over to light his joint.
"Now I'm leaving," I said to Conor.
I began walking towards the door when Conor pulled me back "Devon Stanton you are not leaving,"
"I have to, um, work. Work! Yes I have to go to work,"
"Dev, it's literally three and I know for a fact that you work 11pm until 2am so don't try and bullshit me. They'll all calm down in a minute, most of them will probably leave anyway. I know you want to stay, and so do you but you're boring little college side won't let you so tell her to shut the fuck up and stay,"
I was a little scared of him at this point "Okay,"
Ayyy it's my second MGK fanfic! If you've come from my first one welcome back toy shitty writing hope u enjoy and if u haven't then I still hope u enjoy but u should also go read my first one ;). Anyway lace the fuck up and get ready bc I'm trying to write longer + better chapters XX