"Jayden, over here"
"Marry me Jayden!!!!"
"Jayden sky!!!!!!"
My head hurts and is throbbing, I hide my face behind my hand and walk very quickly towards the limousine waiting for me and once I'm inside, I let out a long satisfying groan.
Jayden Sky, popstar and all-time goody two shoes is out and the bitch in black is back...I smile to myself at that as I stare outside the window
"The fuck are you smiling about, creep" My brother and my fucking publicist (trust me...not my decision) looks at me and I rub my hands in a slow motion, the way villains in movies do then I do an evil laugh which doesn't go well because it ends in a coughing fit.
"Nothing stupid Tori...I mean it" he points at me while giving me a bottle of water, I take the bottle and roll my eyes, it's like he doesn't have faith in me...I just started two or three...maybe four public fires...its no biggie right, my insurance covered the fuck out of it.
"Unclench your mustache, Super Mario...I'm not planning anything" I say trying to reassure my brother but it doesn't look like he's buying it and I don't blame him one bit, the last time he believed me, I was found passed out on the sidewalk with all the money and valuables on me stolen.
"Tired?" He asks in concern giving me a bottle of aspirin which I take gladly, I had to perform with a hangover, and no not a drinking hangover because I'm still not old enough to drink and as much as I would love to cross that off my bucket list, I've seen what it does to people and I want nothing to do with it, I was actually hungover from the numerous rehearsals we had to do before I was ready to get on stage, my voice hurt and my limbs are sore but I play it off so he doesn't worry too much, I can take care of myself after all.
"Yeah, I swear my eardrums are ringing from the screams" he smiles at that, relaxing further into the chair opposite me, I turn to the snack bar in the limo and pick up a snicker bar, tearing open the rapper of the bundle of deliciousness I sink into it with a moan of content.
"They love you" he says softly and I nod, it took some time to get to where I am today but I'm happy, and I'm not the type to say "Oh I wish I was normal" because fuck normal...I love stage diving, the screams of fans, and the love that they shower on me whenever I'm in their general vicinity...it's all I've ever wanted and I wouldn't have it any other way
"Where's mum?" I ask picking at my nails nervously, she was still mad at me after the last stunt I pulled, turns out crashing her fancy charity gala for orphans with my friends was totally not a good idea.
"She came but then left early, something about having a meeting with the record label" he says absentmindedly but when I perk up he sinks further in the plush leather seats of the limousine knowing he had definitely said too much.
"Meeting with the record labels? What the fuck Lyle!" I exclaim angrily...she's always doing this, planning extra tours, extra concerts...more training, more press conferences. I mean it's one thing to love your job but not being able to live your life because of it is a fucking pain, and she had the audacity to wonder why I act out.
"Calm down, I'm sure it's nothing" he tries to reassure me but we both know it's a lie, it's always something, more advertisements, more fan meet and greets, more publicity stunts with other celebrities (this one I love but still). It's too much, I haven't had "me time" in months...months
"Yeah, right" I scowl turning away.
The car stops at the house and immediately it does, I'm out the car and heading towards my room, I look up at the cutesy wall clock, Adam gave me for my birthday and I see that it's 11:56am now.
A sigh leaves me as I collapse on my red silky sheets. Contrary to my light blue persona while I'm on stage I'm actually a dark red girl in real life, none of that cute girl stuff resonates with me, I mean love it for those that can but it hasn't been me since I turned 17, but it was me when I started my singing so we just kept at it.
My phone pings and I tug it out of my back pockets, I turn it on and the amount of messages exhausts me from merely looking but one message in particular catches my eye and it makes me giggle in delight.
Sugarpie honey bunch 10:50
Please tell me you're done with the concert
Sugarplum honey bunch 11:00
Are you done, I'm coming to steal you away into the night
Sugarpie honey bunch 11:56
Should I come over, breathe if yes, sing despacito perfectly without improvising the lyrics if no
I roll my eyes at the text message, he knew I hated Spanish, that i couldnt even attempt to speak spanish talk more of singing despacito. That would be song butcher and i could never do that to Luis fonsi, even though I'm half Spain, the person that gave me those genes is dead to me.
Me
Thought my Knight in shining armour was coming to rescue me from the tower
I type back and his response is so quick...simp
Sugarpie honey bunch
Well duh🙃 open your window
When i do, he's standing outside in the rose bushes that grow round the house
"Come on, the girls are in the car outside" he calls to me, his voice low and raspy and I pretend like I'm thinking, pretending like his voice didnt do tingly things to me but we both know that I will obviously come down.
"My brother will kill me, the last stunt almost made my mom choke on her tongue" I snicker, that's from how hard she was biting it that day so she doesn't say anything that will "ruin the sanctity of our good name"
Adam snickers as well, he wasn't able to come because of school but I supplied him with pictures that said enough.
"Just come down, I promise we'll be back before anyone knows you're gone" he begs and I nod eagerly.
Changing out of my concert clothes is a chore because of the many buttons and laces of the corset that is snug around my waist but I manage to get it off and slip into something more comfortable ie my red sweatshirt and black sweatpants then I tuck my phone and carefully sneak out through my window into the waiting arms of the love of my life.