The Youtuber Inn

"I think he's on acid?"

(Grace's POV.)
January 5,
1:00 pm

"Hi!!!" I exclaimed, pushing open the heavy glass door of the small cafe where all my youtuber friends sat. They all smiled brightly at me, rushing over to me.

"Grace! You're back! Awesome! Are you alright? What even happened? How's your leg? Is that brace permanent? Why were you gone so long?"
All of their frantic questions made me dizzy.

"Guys, don't worry about the leg brace. it's only for like a week at most until my bone fully heals."

"Was it really that bad? Can you walk?" Phil asked, obviously feeling incredibly sorry.

"Oh, no it's fine. I can walk. It's an awkward, slow, and kinda painful walk, but i can walk."

We made our way back to out seats, Connor allowing me to sit next to him. I noticed the arrangment, everything seemed wrong.

Tyler and Troye sat on complete opposite ends of the table, Connor also keeping his distance. Zoe and Alfie sat seperately, Zoe now sitting with Caspar, Joe with alfie. Niomi sat with Jenna, and Marcus sat away from the two. I turned to connor.

"What the hell did I miss?" I whispered. He shook his head and sighed.

"By the looks of things, Zoe and Alfie have broken up, Niomi and Jenna have become best friends, Troye, Tyler and I all hate eachother, Phan is real, Caspar and Joe are fighting, and Shane are Joey are just quiet and awkward."

My eyes widened.
"Wait, back up, phan is real? Like, they came out?" I asked.

"Well, not really, but like, it's obvious." He nodded toward dan and phil's legs under the table, and I saw what he meant, considering dan's hand was resting on Phil's thigh.

I nodded.
"Right. So, im assuming TCC isn't a thing anymore?"

"Hell no." He chuckled.

I pursed my lips, giving another slow nod.

Everyone ate almost silently, the only noise in the room being our forks scraping against our plates. After finishing I looked around the table, eyeing everyone seated. Phil met my eyes and gave me a smile. I smiled back.

That's when I caught Alfie.
I looked closely at his eyes, which where were bright red and slightly dilated. He focused on the brightest thing on his plate, the strawberries, and he had a long grin on his face that I had never seen before.

He was fucking high.

"Is everyone done?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. There were a few nods and murmurs, and I asked for the check.

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When we got back to the hotel, We all gathered at the elevators in a messy bunch. Alfie began to enter one, but I grabbed his arm to stop him. I pulled him into a separate one with me.

"Hello, Grace." He smiled, slightly chuckling.

"Alfie, listen to me."

"Mmm hmm." He hummed.

"Alfie, are you high?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"yeAAAHhh"

I sighed.
"Alfie!?! Who the fuck did you get high with?"

"My favorite person."

"Who's that?"

"Amanda!"

"Who's Amanda?"

"Pssst.." He whispered, setting his arm on my shoulder.
"I'm a little drunk too."

"You're a little drunk too?"

"Juuuussssttt a little." He slurred, although he said this while extending his arms to imply a large amount.

"So, you smoked pot, and got drunk, with this girl Amanda?"

"Not pot."

I noticed the beads of sweat on the side of his face. He started to shiver a bit.

"Why are you attacking me?" He asked, no longer looking at me. His goofy drunkenness suddenly became a state of worry and terror. His hands shook faster.

"What?"

"Zoe, why are you attacking me?!"

"Alfie, are you ok?"

"STOP ATTACKING ME!!" he was now shouting. The elevator door slid open, and I ran out as fast as I could, leaving Alfie in the elevator which closed slowly behind me.

I rushed to Zoe's room.

"ZOE, IT'S GRACE! WE NEED TO TALK RIGHT NOW ITS, ITS ABOUT ALFIE ITS KIND OF AND EMERGENCY!"

"Uh... one second!!" I heard from behind the door.

It quickly swung open, revealing Zoe and a shirtless Caspar who was struggling to fit in a closet. There was a pause, but i decided not to get distracted.

"What is it?" Zoe asked.

"I, uh, I think he's on acid?"

(Woops.)