tour - ariana grande/you

Can't Stay Mad Forever

Previously on tour.

"Can you say that again? I don't think we heard you correctly." Jess says.

"Camila is pregnant with my child." I repeat.

"She's what?" I hear.

I turn and see Ariana at the bottom of the stairs, her lip quivering.

"Oh no." I whisper to myself.

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Ariana turns to run back upstairs.

I waste no time running after her. She runs into the room and slams it shut right before I'm able to reach it.

She locks it quickly and I can hear her slide against it.

I start twisting the doorknob as if it was gonna open the door.

"Ari, open the door." I say.

"No." She yells.

I begin to bang on the door, hard and loud.

"For fucks sake Ariana, open the door." I repeat.

"Tell Camila to open the door." She yells in response.

"That doesn't even make sense. Just unlock the door." I sigh, slowly becoming frustrated.

"Never." She screams.

"You can't stay in there forever." I say.

"I can and I will." She replies.

She's leaving me no choice but to resort to my last option.

"If you're directly behind the door then move." I say.

"Why?" She asks.

"For the love of God, just do it." I snap.

I hear some shuffling, assuming that that's her moving. I back up a little from the door and take a deep breath. I kick the door and the lock starts to become loose.

I kick it once more and the screws fall out causing the door to come crashing down.

I walk in and immediately get hit by a heel.

"Ow, what the fuck?" I scream.

Ari starts throwing all of her gigantic fucking heels at me. I dodge most but some still manage to hit me.

"Can you stop throwing your fucking heels at me?" I ask.

She switches from heels to my Jordan's.

She throws one with much force that comes in contact with my eyebrow.

"Seriously?" I yell.

"What? You said stop throwing heels, not sneakers." She shrugs as she throws another one, hitting my eyebrow as well.

I feel something tickling my face. I pat my face and see blood all over my fingers.