A/U: I know that one was really short, and this one will be too. But before I get a complaint about not making chapters for a long time, I need to inform y'all that I'll be in California for two weeks. YAY.
So I hope you enjoy this extremely short chapter, please review :D
ENJOY !
As we drove away from the crazed girls, I began to question him ," why were all those girls following you?"
"Uh…", he stuttered," You know…know…'cause I'm uh…I'm Mac Miller".
"Who?", I laughed. I don't know if that's really his name or not, but I do know that this guy must be extremely drunk.
"My real name….it's, uh…. ", he started.
"Real name? alright, whats your real name?", I asked.
"It's Malcolm, what's yours?", he asked, shooting me a huge cartoon-like smile.
"My name is Miley Cyrus", I teased. I don't really know why I said that, but its not like it mattered if he knew my real name or not.
"Oh, hi Miley", he said as if he had rememberedmy face from a now-clear memory ," I almost didn't recognize you. But then again, you are hot."
I felt my face immediately flush at what he said.
Damnit, stop it This guy is drunk. He probably has some weird alcohol-caused boner right now".
I cleared my throat. "So uh, Malcolm, where am I taking you?" I asked.
"Oh…uh…I don't really have…um…a place to crash, bro", he sighed out.
"great", I said sarcastically. "Do you need me to take you to a hotel? Here, I'll let you use my phone if you need to", I offered.
"I…I don't know. I don't want…I don't want to be followed again", he stammered.
I looked at him. He was looking out the window, the utterly lost expression still present on his face.
Ah shit Daylan. You've gotten yourself into something, now get yourself out.
"Well, Malcolm…", I began, but for some reason, I still couldn't say no to him.
Just as I was about to tell him he'd have to call someone, he looked up at me.
I noticed his beautiful brown eyes right away. Even if he was drunk, I had to admit that this Malcolm guy, or whatever his name was, was pretty attractive. He was definitely pulling some sort of string inside of me without even trying, or probably knowing.
He looked at me with that look of one of those lost puppies who need someone to take care of them.
"Um, well since it's just down the road… we can just go to my place. But you can only stay until you find someone to come get you", I stated firmly, giving in.
Still with the glowing brown puppy dog eyes, he stared at me. The cartoon-like smile appeared once again, but this time, it looked more real. "Thanks, Miley".
