Friend {Poofless}

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Note: imagine Preston is like Tyler Oakley or Bethany Mota who travel and sometimes, I guess, "tour" because that's what his character is in this book
also I know Los Santos is an imaginary place but just imagine it's a small town outside of Los Angleles where he is stopped

Preston's POV
"Preston!" They all scream at me. The bright lights from their cameras blind my eyes as they shoot multiple questions to me. I try to answer as many as I can trying to keep my eyes open instead of closing them from the blinding lights.

After the ambush of people I'm led backstage safe and dark to the place the place my eyes are most comfortable. "You need anything?" One of the service people ask peeping their head through the door and I shake my head. "If you need anything, Mr. Arsement, don't be afraid to ask." I nod saying a small "thank you" and lean back in my chair as I hear the heavy door click shut. I'm always overwhelmed by how many people show up and all the lights and questions. Would I have started YouTube if I knew this would happen? Maybe, but also maybe not.

I take a deep sigh before taking a drink of one of the water bottles that was sitting on the table in front of me.

"You're on in five minutes, sir." I hear snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Thank you." I shout back combing my hair etc. My clothes were fine. I mean this is what I usually wear on camera. A buttoned up dress shirt, jeans, and black converse.

I looked decent, well normal but decent and I open the door following the people directing me toward the stage before I walk out hearing the screaming of the people who have come to see me.

It deafens my ears every time, but I push through, plaster on a smile, and start talking.

"Goodnight everybody!" I end off with a wave of relief rushing through me as I enter back stage but I'm immediately rushed by interviewers and the press making my headache only worsen. Once I enter the backstage area I grab a bottle of water and walk over to the fans. I quickly answer their questions, sign their papers, etc. and wipe my brow before heading out.

"Would you like anything?" One of the crew members ask and I slightly shake my head making it pound hard.
"Are you sure?" He asks probably noticing my stiffened facial expression.
"Yes, I'm okay." I state gritting my teeth and taking a drink of water.
"Sir, I think you need some Advil or- or something." He tries stopping me but I push him away continuing to walk down the hallway.

My vision soon becomes shaky and sooty as the feeling in my bones starts to fade. Blackness around my sight starts to close in and I feel myself fall.

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"Preston?" I hear a familiar voice ask. "Are you okay?" It was Clark, my manager, and I immediately notice we're in the hospital. I solemnly nod my head continuing to pound vigorously. "I've told them to cancel tomorrow's show, but we need to get to Seattle by Wednesday." He states making me grit my teeth secretively. The only thing he cares about is the tour and money. He could care less I'm in the hospital right now.

"Can you get the nurse?" I ask needing time alone, "I need to ask her something." He nods and gets up closing the door behind him. I dash to get out of the bed taking all the weird machine things off me making it hysterically spazz out. Anytime the nurses could come in so I change clothes in a flash, grab my wallet, and run out the door sprinting down the hallway carefully dodging the traffic of people.

People eye me, but don't try to stop me probably not realizing what I'm doing until someone, I'm guessing Clark, to stop me. It only makes me sprint faster making my feet feel like they aren't even there. It feels like I'm just floating at a really fast speed.

I hear the pounding of footsteps behind me and I rush out the door feeling the cold air hit me right in the face. For Los Angeles it was cold and I was in jeans and a short-sleeved dress shirt.

I hear sirens behind me pondering why they wanted the police in this but push the thought away, and keep sprinting.The loud sirens from the police looking for me blare in my ear. Damn it just leave me alone! I never wanted to be in this big of a spotlight! All of the sudden I'm hit by a strong force and land on the ground hard. I groan and start getting up and see the force I hit. "Here. Let me help you." He outstretched his head, but the darkness of night makes his face unreadable.

I take his hand and he pulls me up and we both run to an alleyway while the police past. He seems to know hidden spots, and where he's going. "So, what do they want you for?" He asks me talking about the police. The light makes it visible to see his face now. He was stunning really. Just the way his pale complexion looks like it's glowing in the fluorescent light, he looked beautiful.

"Oh..." Should I tell him why? I'm surprised he doesn't recognize me really... "Just stuff..." I trail off making him chuckle.

"Do you need help?" He asks noticing my probably pale face and being super sweaty. I realize how light-headed I was so nod. "Here take these." He pulls a small bottle of Advil from his pocket and shakes a few out in his hand and hands them to me. I gratefully smile and swallow them.

"I'm Rob." He states holding out his hand which I shake.
"I'm Preston." Something about his smirk is telling me he's more than he looks, but then again so am I.