Waiting For You // sequel to N&F

Chapter 17

(Just to let you know, this chapter is longer than usual so be prepared...)

PART 1

I woke up to the sound of my bags being rolled down the stairs and being put into a car. I got up, got dressed into a black loose t-shirt and black leggings, with my high top converse throwing my hair into a messy bun and grabbing my matte black sunglasses. I walked down the stairs with my carry on and my earbuds in hand.

I stumbled into the kitchen and grabbed a banana and a VOSS water, then walked outside to see Gilinsky's jeep with my luggage and Nate, Johnson, Emily W, and Gilinsky putting the rest of my bags in. "Guys, I can just grab my bags myself?" They turned to me and smiled. "Look she's finally up!" I rolled my eyes at Johnsons comment. "Wheres Samuel?" They shrugged. I put my carry on, my banana and water in the front seat of G's jeep, and I ran inside to try to find Sam.

I looked in the living room and found him drifting to sleep on the couch. "Sam, Sammy. Samuel." He wouldn't wake up. "Samuel Howard Wilkinson get your ass up." He still wouldn't move. "For fucks sake Sam WAKE UP!"

He jumped up and got startled by my face right in his and I started laughing. "I'm leaving soon, so can we talk?" Sam pulled me down, so I sat next to him. "What's on your mind?"

"Well we haven't really talked in 4 years, I just want to talk about our careers before I leave and other random stuff. I don't know, I'm just gonna miss you right when I leave."

Sam nodded. "Well I know all about you, since we did have that conversation at dinner. You know I'm rapping with Nate?" I nodded. Nate had told me that a while back. "Okay this is stupid, I'm gonna go arrange my bags." Sam shook his head. "No its not, I like talking with you. Its just weird, now we have careers and shit." I nodded and I moved closer to him.

I thought about what he's been doing and his relationship with his fans. Out of nowhere, I said, "Why don't you interact with your fans that much? I mean like, you're never online or anything or checking in on them."

I looked up at him and I instantly regretted what I said. He looked angry. "Why would you bring that up? I'm putting that aside all for you. Don't you care about that?"

"Of course I do, but I'm just saying! Go on twitter, and see when and what the last thing you tweeted was. When was the last time you interacted with your fans?" Sam shook his head and argued with me. "Remember the video we made?"

"That doesn't count, it was my video and we didn't even talk to any of them. You need to realize that they need you, you've saved so many more people than you think. Maybe talking to them would help, you haven't done one thing. They're desperate to get your attention but all you do is promote your merch and upcoming shows." Sam shot up and stood in front of me. "How dare you say that I don't care about my fans! I'm trying to relate to them and talk to them, it's just hard when so many things are happening!"

Sam started to get really angry. "I'm not saying you don't care about your fans Sam! I'm saying that it's important to interact with them more so you don't loose them! I talk to so many people everyday and I follow people and I try to interact with so many of them every day. If they need me, I'm there. I just noticed that you're loosing fans because you're not even online anymore. You know what, I shouldn't have brought this up. I should have just let you figure this one out." I tried to get up but Sam was blocking me.

"God, you're just jealous of me because I created your fucking career! You would be nothing if I wasn't here to even help! People only like you because you're pretty and you're with me and the jacks and everybody that actually has talent! You're not shit compared to what I am, so accept the fact that I might be lacking, but you, you are just wasting your time. All of your fans are just losers that can't support anyone else because they don't know shit about fucking social media! Have a fun time in New York, maybe you can find a job and actually do shit for once." Sam stormed out of the house and I was crying. I shouldn't have brought that up, none of this would have happened. Maybe I was a nobody.