"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Scooter asked. "Fans are gonna be really angry with you."
I picked up my luggage from the baggage claim and smiled like it was nothing.
"I'll make it up to them...somehow. But I need to see my girl. Its been months, dude, Come ON." I started making my way to a limo driver who held a sign bearing my "codename", Shawty Mane.
"Yo." I greeted the driver.
"Are you ready to go sir?" He asked, grabbing my luggage from me.
On the ride to Naj's house I was just thinking about the last time I saw her and spent time with her. 6 months its been since we'd last spent any time together. Ever since then I'd been on tour. I pulled out my phone and looked over my recent texts.
"I miss you too. But you're on tour. I need you but you're busy. I'm sorry."
"No, I dont want you to choose between me and your fans. I'd never do that to you."
"I dont care I'm not letting you give all of that up for me."
"Lol Ok I'll see you there."
"Chris is with me. He doesnt know. I should tell him right? Cheering tonight, cant wait until tomorrow. I love you. xoxo, Naj."
I texted her back.
"Good luck baby. I'm sure you'll do well. Try not to hurt yourself again because I wont be there to kiss it better =p"
I'm sure anyone would get diabetes from our sugary sweet texts to each other. Of course if my friends saw these I'd never hear the end of it.
SORRY ITS SO SHORT I'LL ADD ON MORE IN A FEW.