Colson watched me as I worked on a cover for my page. I tried not to get distracted by him. It was hard seeing how he kept giving me his bedroom eyes. Every once in a while he would shift in his seat. He should be working on his next cover. Instead he insisted on sitting here watching me.
"Must you keep distracting me?" I ask him as I stopped playing.
"How am I distracting you?" He asks, moving till he kneeled in front of me.
I gently pushed his face away. "I'm trying to work on this cover."
I'd wanted to do a cover of Back To Black for years. I just couldn't decide how I wanted to make the vocals a bit more my own. The quarantine had given me this time to work on it. I wanted to be able to post it by this evening. That wouldn't be possible if Colson kept giving me looks that made me want to jump him.
"I can't help it that you in my shirt makes me want you." He gives me that cocky grin of his.
This morning I'd gotten dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of leggings. He seemed to enjoy this a lot. In fact, Colson had insisted that I keep his shirt on for when I videoed the cover. I don't think he realized that if I did that it would be a public claim on me. I tried to question him about it but he kept shrugging it off or distracting me with a kiss.
"You have it perfect." Colson insists. "I'd film it now before the sun sets."
I look behind us to see that indeed the sun was starting to set. Nodding, I handed him my phone. He started filming the cover. We took three takes of it before the sun was too low to keep filming. I let Colson choose which one to post, allowing him to post it for me.
Back to Black by Amy Winehouse was such a well known song. It's also one of the songs that you either did a great cover of or it flopped hard. I'd been too scared for years to do a cover of it. Mod and Dom had encouraged me to finally do it. I have worked for three days on this cover, using up most of the day. For it to be posted, I should be more relieved but instead I was more nervous.
"Calm down, they're going to love it." Colson says, pulling me into his lap. "You sounded fucking amazing."
"Really?" I ask.
"One hundred." He gives me a soft kiss. "Not to mention you had a great outfit for the day."
I looked at a few of the comments that had started to appear. Everything was all pretty positive. One or two haters but that was normal. Then there were a few comments that pointed out the shirt by MGK fans. It didn't really help that it was the same shirt that he had worn in his Sk8er Boi cover. Suddenly the comment section seemed to be more obsessed with that than the cover itself.
"All your fans want to know why I'm wearing your shirt." I point out, showing him a few comments.
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pulled me onto his lap. "I don't give a fuck what they have to say. I just wanted to see my shirt on my girl."
I lean back into his chest. "Your girl? I could get used to that."
"I could get used to you in my clothes." Colson placed a kiss on my neck.
We finished watching the sunset together before we parted ways for a little bit. Colson had his nightly FaceTime with Casie so I thought I'd go check up on the boys. They were all playing pool. Dub handed me a beer as soon as I joined the group. I took a few sips of it, moving to stand next to Dom.
"Glad you've finally done my cover suggestion." Dom rested his head on my shoulder. "It was amazing."
"Thanks." I give him a smile.
"Especially with everyone's obsession over you and Kells." He teased with a poke into my side.
"Shut up." I say, blushing slightly.
"You two are going to have to answer the rumors eventually." He points out.
He was right. Of course Dom was right. I just wanted to let this take it's course, like a normal relationship. It couldn't be normal though. Not with the fact that he's Machine Gun Kelly, his whole life is out in public. He's always tried to keep his relationships as private as possible, but sometimes shit just gets leaked. Would this all change when quarantine lifts and paparazzi are around more?
"I didn't mean to stress you out." Dom nudges me.
I sigh, resting my head on his shoulder. "I'm not stressin'. It's just....I dunno, when all this shit is over I'm just scared that things will change too much."
He pulls me into a snuggle. "Darlin', you two are fookin' incredible. You'll get through whatever is thrown at you."
"Thanks for not telling me I should talk to him about it." I whisper to him, enjoying the comfort of my best friend.
"You should, but I know you'll do it in your own time." He says.
"All over my woman I see." Colson grins at us as he joins the group.
Dom tightens his grip on me. "She's decided that she wants her grandparents to cut her out of the will so she's in love with me now."
I laugh, pushing him away. My grandparents were traditional Irish, meaning there was still a bit of hatred towards the British. The first time that Dom had come to visit me in Ireland, my grandparents had a fit. They thought that we were dating. Now they've grown to like him, but only if he remained as my best friend.
"I could be British." Colson tries to say with a British accent.
I shake my head. "Hun, let's just not talk like that."
"I could be Irish as I could be then." He says attempting the corniest Irish accent.
"No that's even worse." I laugh, dancing away from his outstretched arms. "I think I prefer it when you go full Cleveland, even though I can't understand a word ya fuckin' say."
When Colson drinks too much it unlocks this overly Cleveland side of him. I can't understand him when he's in that state. Only Dub, Slim, and Baze seem to be able to translate for him. It works both ways though. I get too drunk and it's all Irish. No one can understand me, not even Dom, when I'm in that state. There's a few videos of Colson and I both in these states just screaming at each other because we think that it would make it easier to understand.
"Fine, no more imitating you tonight." Colson compromises as he steals my beer from me with a smirk.
