Spring Break Vlog

Chapter 9: Keeping Up With Reality

I'm lying on my bed, completely dazzled, trying to figure out what is real life.

Definitely not my life.

After I've answered Kai, he just mysteriously walked away and left me alone with billion questions, one of them repeating; what the fuck just happened?

I seem to question myself that a lot.

I fell exhilarated. Thrilled. Truly incapable of keeping up with reality.

How do you move on from knowing that your crush might have interest in you? (Who is also at the same time insanely hot, gorgeous, famous and freaking wanted.)

The answer is, you don't. You goddamed can't.

I just can't stop smiling. It's the first time in my life that I feel madly lovesick.

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"Please, oh, in Jesus's name, stop screaming," I patiently beg Anna.

My head is humming with pain as she continues to jump on the bed while screaming in high pitch. "Do you not realize how exciting this is? My best friend is going to date Kai," she says as she makes the final jump, landing on her back and sending me in the air.

This girl. Has no damn limits and no self-control.

"That is probably not even happening. I may have even dreamt about it, I'm not sure right now."

"Hey, did you hear that?" she asks, as usually ignoring me.

"I can't hear anything, my head is killing me." She stretches out and looks over the bed on the floor.

She picks something up and shows it to me. "This must have fallen down from the bed when I was jumping."

"It says room 68 on it," she says, reading from the keys.

"Give them to me," I tell her and try to snatch the keys out of her arm, failing.

"These are Kai's, aren't they?" she asks, smirking at me. Her blond hair is messy and her green eyes curious.

"I don't know, probably. Who's else could they be?" I look at the keys like they're the most prized possession.

"I'll give them to you, if you promise me something," she bargains.

"Fine, what," I agree, having no energy to argue.

"You'll have to tell me every juicy thing that happens between you two. I want to know everything," she claims.

"I have no clue to why do you want to know such things, but fine," I agree, being one hundred percent sure there will be nothing to tell her anyways.

She gives me the keys and I take a look at them. I should just keep them, I think to myself. Like c'mon, these are The Kai Bailey's keys.

I could sell them online. With the title saying, These were touched by Kai Bailey, please take caution.

Or I could just put them into a museum. Seems legit to me.

"I think you should return them to him," Anna suggest.

"Hm... Maybe I should." I decide to take them right now. At least I have an excuse to talk to him.

I slowly get up and take a second to sedate the pain in my head.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to be walking right now?" Anna asks.

"Coming from a girl, that almost killed me a few moments ago," I point out.

"Hey, you dropped some news on me, alright. Making me look like a bad gal here," she asserts, looking at her polished nails.

I shake my head, which causes it to hurt even more.

"Ugh, concussion sucks," I whine.

"Stop complaining and go get your man," Anna encourages me and slaps my butt.

"Blondie, someone needs to stop you, before it's too late," I tell Anna.

"I'm unstoppable," she declares. "And if you'll need me, I'll be joining Connor's drinking party."

"K, see ya," I say goodbye and get into the elevator, to the upper floor. If I take the stairs, I might not survive. Not that I'd take the stairs anyway, concussion or not.

When I come out of the elevator, I take a look at the first door's number; 59.

I think about what should I do when I get to the right door. What if Kai isn't even in there? Maybe then I could just casually snitch a little.

I decide that that is probably not a wise idea.

I move on forward, slowly coming to a turn on the right, where the hallway continues.

I'm already at the room 68. His room should be the next one one the right, so I make a turn.

Everything seems dead silent, until I come across a making-out couple.

They're leaning on the wall, being pretty passionate with each other.

My loud caught seems to get their attention.

I gasp in surprise, when I realize who I'm looking at.

It's Tyler Oakley. And Troye Sivan.

It was Troyler making out.

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The things I do for the Troyler fanbase... (But mostly myself tbh.)

(a) What do you think about my new cover, that i made myself, btw (b) how do you like the story so far (c) should i even continue (d) bc my grammar sucks sometimes and other things do 2 -?

Jsyn, i'm only not writing bout the 'deep stuff' bc i want to make you guys happy, not sad, but we'll get to that eventually too.

This story is going to fuck you up at some point, through.

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Oh, and vote pretty pls.

(p.s. the cover has a deeper meaning, which i'm not about to reveal yet, bc i'd spoil shit w/ doing that)

(p.p.s. thanks to @nikkijanel for being awesome)