your phone buzzes on the nightstand again, lighting up the room with the familiar glow of her name. you dont even have to look, you already know its renee but you grab it anyway, thumb swiping up to see the snap she just sent

its her sprawled on some hotel couch, eyeliner sharp and attitude sharper, scrunching her nose with her middle finger half up and teeth bared like shes trying to start a fight through the screen. shes wearing a black shirt that probably smells like her perfume and some rings glinting under the soft lamp glow. you can almost hear her laugh under the image

a new message pops up right after

renee👑: u miss me yet loser??

y/n: literally no. i have peace and quiet for the first time in months

y/n: also your eyeliner looks stupidly good and i hate you for it.

she starts typing instantly and your screen fills with the three little dots for a second before her next snap comes through. its a short video, her pouting dramatically with a fake tear, voice whiny as she says "peace and quiet? bitch you cry when i dont facetime you for six hours"

you chuckle, shaking your head as you text back

y/n: six hours is basically abandonment and you KNOW it

y/n: where are you even right now?

renee👑: boston. show was crazy. my hair is gross. my voice is gone. my drummer’s hot.

renee👑: also this city sucks without you

the last part hangs there a little longer than the others. you read it twice, feeling that weird tug in your chest, the one you only ever get with her and before you can answer, another snap rolls in. its a blurry photo of her hotel bed, one side messy with the caption 'u should be here' and for the first time since she left for tour, you think maybe you should be