Not gonna fight it

It's hard to believe last night is real. But Jeffree, it's gonna take a bit to call him dad, has been here a lot and never left my side during questioning. My mother wasn't even given trial. All the evidence is there so she'll be spending the next 7-10 years in prison. Jeffree, Jayy, and even Andy waited on me hand and foot. Andy sneaks me in yummy food because the food in here is shit.
"So are you ready to stop by your old house and pick up some things before moving in with me?" Jeffree asks.
"Yeah, dad. Btw I hate pink." I say climbing in the tour bus.
"Well, we're on the bus for now. You'll paint your room when tour is over." He plops down on the couch in the front lounge.
"Andy!" I call leaning out the bus door. He turns to me with a smile.
"Yeah?" He asks arching his left brow. I toss him his jacket.
"I thought you may want it back." I smile softly. John calls for his and he waves at me

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