Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 20, There's Always Going To Be Haters

Samm's POV(: -

"Hey, I'm going to go head out for a bit Samm." Damon said around three in the afternoon.

"Alright. See you later then?" I asked hopefully. Of course he'd be back, he was sleeping here.

"Yup. Bye dear." He smiled his amazing smile at me and walked outside. I locked the door after he left and sighed.

Suddenly, my phone was vibrating against the desk.

"Jello?" I asked as I picked it up.

"SAMM!" Someone screamed into my ear. Confusion hit my face and all I could do was wonder who was on the other end.

"Uh, hi. Who's this?" I began pacing across my room, waiting for an answer.

"It's Charlie McDonnell." I smiled into the phone. Okay, so that's better then who I was thinking it was.

"Hey Charlette, how are you doing?" I teased him, using the nickname I had created for him the moment I met him.

"Well, Samuel, I'll have you know that I am doing quite fine. Alex is upstairs with Carrie filming a video and I actually need an idea to film. I haven't been filming much lately..." He trailed off sadly and I actually felt a little bad for my friend.

"How come Charlie?" This wasn't a time for nicknames. This was serious business.

"I... I'm scared. There's just so many people watching my videos and I'm just so terrified that people won't like me or the content that I put out, so I just don't even put out anything. I've been going through the comments lately and so many people are so mad at me for not posting and it makes me so terribly sad. I understand that people aren't always gong to like me, but even my fans are starting to hate me because I hardly post.... Or only post once a month." Charlie's voice cracked towards the end and I realized it was my job to comfort him.

Secretly, I agreed with his fans. When a YouTuber I watched didn't post a video for a really long time. I'd hate on them, only to myself though. But, if you really truly cared for that person, then you just had to suck up your problems and let it happen.

"Charlie, I want you to listen to me and listen clearly. You've been doing YouTube videos for longer then any of these people knew what YouTube even was. You are the one controlling what you put out and when. There's always, always, ALWAYS, going to be haters that just dislike everything about you for a good reason or a bull shit reason. You just have to remember that you're Charlie. You've made a name for yourself. Whenever people hear that name and they've been in YouTube long enough, they go, 'Oh! That British guy. He's friends with everyone, yes?' That's special Charlie. I know a lot of people who YouTube and even they don't get responses like that. You. Are. Special."

Charlie was silent for a moment before taking a breath. "I guess you're right. Would it be a good idea to make a video just telling everyone what I told you?"

"Charlie, that would be an amazing idea. I think people will finally get on their path to understanding why you hardly post."

He was silent for another good amount of time before he began speaking. "Thank you Samm. I needed to hear that. Thank you so much love."

"It's my pleasure, my dear old pal from across the pond." I said, using the British saying for on the other side of the world.

Once the heavy was gone, Charlie and I talked about anything and everything.

"Hey Samm, Alex and Carrie are done. I'll have a talk with you later on. It was fun chatting with you." Charlie told me after a twenty minute conversation.

"Ah! Alright, bye Charlie. Tell Alex that I said hi."

"Will do. Bye Samm!" Once Charlie hung up the phone, I sighed. I had told him about my situation with Damon. How I had a crush on him, but I didn't want to do anything because if I did, I knew, just KNEW that he wouldn't feel the same way. I mean, who would want to date me?

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"SAMM! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" My mother shouted. I rose from my bed, stretching my cramped muscles. I had fallen asleep watching "Shaytard" videos.

Sighing, I went towards my mother who was standing in the kitchen with a pissed off look on her face.

"Yes Mother?" I asked, keeping sarcasm out of my voice. She wasn't a mother, she was a demon sent to make my life a living hell.

"What's this?" She shouted, raising her voice as she threw a used condom at me. Okay, first of all, ew. That's disgusting. Who throws USED condoms at people?! Second of all, Damon and I just barely had our first kiss. We are not some desperate horny people who put it in for five minutes and then never see one another again.

"This is not mine!" I immediately said too quickly. It wasn't because I was guilty, I was just really bad when it came to confrontations.

Instead of saying something, she grabbed me by my collar, and dragged me up and close to her face. Her foul breath hit my nose and I just flinched.

"If you have a fucking kid at fifteen, your ass will be on the fucking streets. You better not be fucking bastards. They'll just use you. Hell, why would anyone fuck you? You're just a piece of ugly shit that didnt get cooked enough when I was pregnant with you. When your father and I saw you, we immediately gave you to the nurse. We didnt want you, but your stupid fucking brother made us keep you. You're a mistake and you dont deserve to be breathing."

She pushed me to the ground, stomped my face, kicked my stomach, and walked outside.

I wanted to cry but at the same time I didn't. So, I just sat there in silence.

"There's always going to haters. Don't let them get you down." The quote immediately ran through my brain and I then began sobbing on the ground.

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Uhm. Woah. What a person, what a person.

Happy Saturday guys! It's spring break! It only took for fucking ever to come -.-' 9 days away from the faggots that go to my school. (Do you how many yolo and swag fags there are there, omfg.)

My turquoise hurr faded too fast ;-; it's okay doe. I'm just gonna dye it next weekend xD. It actually turned to a really super light green.

Thanks for reading all!(: See you next Saturday with chapter 21 ^.^

Love you!(:

:]Samm[: