The Youtuber Inn

All In Favor

(Joe's POV)

I swung the door open rapidly, revealing my sister, who was lying in bed with her face pressed against her sleeping ex-boyfriend's chest, tears slipping down her cheeks.

The room was destroyed.

Sheets were torn off the bed, glass was smashed on the ground, furniture was flipped, and at one point, I noticed a blood stain on the pale beige carpet. I gulped.

"Zoe..."

She sobbed quietly, arms wrapped around alfie.
"What have I done?" She choaked. I rushed over to comfort her.

"You didn't do anything, Zoe. I don't know what's gotten into Caspar...but this is his fault. Not yours."

I wiped my thumb under her eye and pulled a small reassuring smile.

"What happened here?" I asked, taking another look around the disastrous hotel room. She put her head in her hands.

"Oh god, Joe, it was awful. You're lucky you didn't see it."

She explained what happened;

***

"SHUT UP ALFIE! NO ONE'S FUCKING ATTACKING YOU!"
Caspar screamed, throwing a pillow at the spaced out-alfie. Alfie's brows narrowed in confusion. He shook his head, the frantic arguments acting as a background soundtrack for his wild acid-fueled movie. His eyes rolled back in his head and then slowly shut as he drifted into a sleep.

"Marcus your being an ass. Tell her the fucking truth!" Tyler shouted at Marcus, though he kept his eyes locked with Niomi's.
"Tyler, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your such a lying asshole!" Troye joined,
"I know for a fact that Tyler would never, ever, make a move on you, Marcus. So you have two options. You can either shut the fuck up and let me beat the shit out of your girlfriend, or, you can admit that you tried to kiss tyler and let her beat the shit out of you. Either way you're fucked, but that's the price you pay for trying to kiss a gay guy when you have a girlfriend."

"Troye, you couldn't beat up Niomi. To beat up Niomi, you'd have to beat up me. And we all know that's not happening because your a teenage twink with the body of an anorexic 13 year old."

"Damn, you guys have some serious shit to sort out." Shane stated.
He left the room, Joey following closely behind.

"Marcus, you can't talk to him like that." Connor said furiosly.

"But he's allowed to talk to you like that? Connor, do you understand what this boy did to you? He accused you of ruing his life and, as a young gay man, told you that you should have stayed in the closet. He accused you of spreading pictures of the two of you making out all over Tyler's room, and you had absolutely nothing to do with it!"

"Wait, how do you know Connor had nothing to do with it?" Troye asked, sticking his hand out as if he were the sassy-girl emoji.

"How did you know about any of it? I didn't tell you, and im sure as fuck that Troye and Connor didn't." Tyler asked, putting his hands on his hips.

"It was you, wasn't it?"
Connor asked, folding his arms across his chest.

There was a pause. Marcus stared directly at Niomi, tears building in his eyes. She shook her head.

"You fucking bastard." Troye muttered. His voice had dropped nearly 3 times deeper than usual.

Jenna stepped forward. "Everyone needs to fucking relax, ok, you're acting completely insa-"

Troye charged at Marcus, but he had no chance. Marcus immediatly grabbed his shoulders and tossed him to the side, flinging his fragile figure against the nightstand. Troye collapsed, clutching his stomach and coughing up pain. Marcus stormed over to Troye and plunged his fist against Troye's cheek, getting a good 3 hits in. His eyes looked apologetic as he hit Troye repetitively, blood gushing out of Troye's thin nose and plump lips. Caspar rushed over pulling Marcus away from Troye and beating Niomi to the job.

Troye pressed his hand against the side of his face, then pulled it away to look at the blood smothered all over his fingers. Tyler and Connor quickly made their ways to Troye, each grabbing an arm and pulling him up. A large blood stain now plagued the beige carpet under the nightstand.

Caspar pinned Marcus's arms tightly behind his back, pulling him away from Troye and the others. Tears fell rapidly from Marcus's eyes, which were clamped shut, scrunching up his face so that he looked like a whiny toddler. Caspar held a straight face, leading Marcus out of the room, slamming the door in his face once he was removed.

Dan sat in a corner with his hands on his neck and his eyes shut, slightly rocking himself to a peaceful state like a little girl trying to block out the sound of her parents fighting. Phil sat closely beside him, rubbing his arm and whispering reassuring messages.
"Stay calm, stay calm, just on more week, everything will be fine. Stay calm. Don't hurt yourself. We're alright."

Grace stood beside a sobbing zoe, hugging her and letting Zoe's tears fall on her shoulder.

"EVERYONE NEEDS TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN!" Caspar shouted. The room quieted, aside from the sound of Zoe's jittery sobs.

"This trip has fucked all of us up pretty bad. I say we all go home, and give everyone same space. Hopefully this will all work itself out." Caspar announced. Zoe nodded, as well as the majority of the room.

Phil stood up.

"No." He said, looking around at the room. Dan stared up ar him in confusion.

"Phil, please.."

"No! No, if we all go home, this is never going to be solved. We'll all be separated and everything will be ruined. I agree we need to take a break but we can fix things right here. Going home isn't going to make it any easier. We go through shit storms of hate everyday. We can survive this."

"Phil, as much as I respect your confidence that we'll get through this, well...we won't. Look at Alfie. Heck, look at Troye! We're a mess. Everyone needs to get home and sort themselves out."

There was a pause.

"All in favor of staying, raise your hand."
Caspar said.

Phil raised his hand.

"All in favor of leaving?"

The rest of the room raised their hands. Phil looked at Dan as if begging him to lower his hand. Dan kept his hand up, staring directly at Phil and gulping.

"Fine." Phil said. Caspar nodded, and everyone left the room.

Caspar stopped in front of the door, then looked back at Zoe.

"Zoe, pack your things."

***

Zoe sat in front of me, still crying after telling the story.

I sat beside her, putting my hand on her back.

"Phil's right." I said.

"What?" She looked at me with narrowed brows.

"He's right. If we go home, we'll just feel more separated then we already are. We have to stay. We have to get through this, I have to get through this."

"But joe-"

"I need to fix this for me, zoe. I need to fix this."

"How?"

I smirked.
"I think I just found our secret weapon."

(DAMN. This story got real intense real fast. I've been making this whole thing up as I go. Sure, I have an idea for what's coming in the next couple chapters, but for the most part, it's pretty unplanned. I can't believe how incredible and supportive you guys are, by the way. Tysm for helping me write this so far.Ily all, mua.)