The Guitars //M.C.//

Two guitar players + Two guitars + Two tours + One airport = utter confusion, anxiousness, irritation, frustration, love...


10. Chapter 9

3 Days Later

McKynzi's POV


I scroll through Twitter again, smirking at all the hate from the fans. They don't effect me really, which I find funny. Mikey sits beside me on the couch and wraps his arm around my shoulder.


"Whatcha doing?" he asks, peeking over my shoulder.


"Looking at hate," I shrug and continue to scroll.


"Stop it," he says, trying to take my phone, but I move it away.


"No, I find it funny," I laugh, favoriting one I find hilarious, "Look, look, this one says "Such a bitch he's probably just fucking her for fun," I laugh harder and Michael looks at me confused.


"You are one weird girl," he chuckles, "No one's ever reacted like this before."


"Well I'm not anyone else. I'm me and I find it funny because they're just jealous," I shrug, standing up.


"Yeah, okay," he laughs, following my actions and towering over me, "What do you say we go out for a walk, we might get mobbed, but you seem cool with it," he smirks.


"I'd love you," I smirk, walking out of the dressing room, dragging Michael behind me.


--Two Hours Later--


"Michael who is she?!"


"Are you dating?!"


"McKynzi are you dating Michael?!"


Michael and run into a restaurant and begin laughing uncontrollably. We hold the door so they can't get in and someone comes over and locks the door.


"Hey, Mick," Michael says to the man and we get off the door.


"Who's this lovely lady?" Mick asks, looking at me.


"This is my GIRLFRIEND, McKynzi, she's in a band too," Michael says, wrapping his arms around me.


"Oh yeah, what band?" Mick asks.


"Rejected Population," I laugh as Michael's breath tickles my neck.


"Oh yeah, I've heard of them," his thick Italian accent soaks through his voice, "They're really good."


"Thank you," I say as Michael kisses my neck. I push him slightly and he bites my earlobe gently.


"You guys can stay here until the crowd dies down a bit," Mick laughs and walks away. I turn to Michael and push him slightly.


"Why would you do that?" I ask, crossing my arms.


"He was hitting on you!" he defends himself.


"No he wasn't, you were just jealous! We're not even dating!" I exclaim, throwing my arms to my sides.


"But I want to!"




"McKynzi, I want you to be my girlfriend. Throughout this week I've grown to know you so much in so many ways and I want to continue to know you and protect you. I want all these rumors of you being my girlfriend to be true," he says, grabbing my hands, "Will you please be my girlfriend?"


"Yes, Michael, I will be your girlfriend."


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