The Youtuber Inn

"So Get Your Fucking Broom"

(This chapter is really frickin long and it's a mess. I realize how big of an error I made in this...but i didn't realize until I had written the whole thing and I really didn't want to try and change it because that would mean rewriting the entire chapter. If you don't notice it, great, but if you do im sorry, I know it doesn't make sense and it's unprofessional but please let it slide ok ily)

(Marcus's POV)

"Listen mate, I don't think you should go back in there. Let them have their fun, then apologize tomorrow."

I lay flat on the hotel bed with the phone pressed against my ear, Jim Chapman's incredibly recognizable voice squeaking through the speakers. Every time he lifted the end of his words up a tone (which he does often), i winced.

"Ugh...what am I supposed to do for the rest of the night? Plus Niomi's in there...and im not sure if I really trust her around Joe
anymore, especially at a party with like, alcohol and stuff."

"Marcus, don't turn this away from yourself. By the sounds of it, you were being a complete dick. And if she trusted you around Tyler, you should be able to trust her around Joe."

"But I didn't even-"

"You didnt even what? Marcus, you tried to kiss Tyler, then you leaked private pictures of Troye and Connor making out, then you beat the living shit out of Troye! And why? Why the hell would you do any of this? Whats up with you, mate?"

I sighed, shaking my head slightly.

"I dont know, jim. I dont fucking know. All i know is that im an idiotic twat who can't get his priorities straight."
I put my hand on my face, covering my teary eyes.

"Marcus...it's alright. You'll be fine. This trip of yours ends in what, a week? You'll get through it. You always do"
I could hear Jim's smile through the phone. It was nice hearing someone who cared.

"We love you Marcus!" Tanya said in the background.

"Thanks mate. See you soon."
I hung up, tossing the phone to my side and letting out a long sigh.

"You're a monster, Marcus. You're unstable. You're temperamental. You're aggressive. You're devious. You're a mess.
You're a mess that no one but you can clean up, so get your fucking broom."

I listened to myself, making my way to the closet and digging out cleaning supplies.

***
11:00 pm

I had cleaned every room but one.

I figured I might as well try and do something nice while I wait for the party to end, and cleaning always helped relieve some stress. So I got my broom-and I cleaned everyone's hotel room.

This was the last one.
Tyler and Troye's.

I pulled the door open slowly, staring down at my feet-which were placed on top of one of the pictures I had so cruelly put in the room.

The majority of the pictures had been picked up, but a couple still strayed. I sighed, staring down at the pictures that had completely ruined me.
Funny how a couple pixels could fuck everything up.

I picked up the pages spread across the room and tossed them into the large trash bag i had brought with me. Once I cleaned up the rest of the room, I decided to take one last look around.

And then I found it-
Troye's journal.

I had almost walked past the small leather book. I could've done it. I could've kept walking, I could've left. I could've done my task without a single disobedient act.
But i didn't.