Imperfectly Perfect [Book 1] ~ {A TBNRfrags fanfic} COMPLETED

4- Prestons POV

I skype Vikk to talk to him. He picks up almost immediately and I can tell something's wrong. His eyes are bloodshot and he looks depressed. Really depressed.

"Hey, what's up man?" I ask.

"I'm sick of this. Why did they cheat on us?" He cries out.

I run my face with my hands. "I don't know man, I don't know..."

"I hate it! I hate him so much!!!" He yells out in rage.

"Me too... But we'll get through it," I try and comfort him.

"Yeah, yeah, let's just start recording mate," He says.

"Okay, let's start H2M," I respond, and we start playing.
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After the recording, Vikk and I talk for a little while longer, and I realize I forgot about something. The ring. I grab the ring from the box and hold it up to show Vikk.

"Oh man, me too. I was gonna do that too," He cries, and I follow suit. God, why does life have to be so hard?

"I'm returning it, I can't live with it in my house," I say, hanging up the Skype call and running to the store to return it.

I come home and grab a beer, and break down. I look out the window to see it snowing, here, in Texas! I was about to call up Rob when I remembered. We are over. I take a sip of my beer and before I know it I'm passed out.
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I wake up and immediately run to the bathroom, where I throw up in the toilet. Man, I don't feel too good. Fudge.

I decide to stay home and record another video, but with Mitch and Jerome. Before we started, they comforted me and told me that Rob wasn't worth it... Maybe I can change.

After we finish recording the lucky block match, I decide to go downstairs and eat. I grab a banana and get on Twitter. Apparently Rob tweeted something out.

My heart breaks even more than it did before when I read his tweet.

|Hey guys, it's woof here, and I don't know how you all are going to respond to this, but #wooflan is 100% real. Sorry poofless fans.|

I don't know how to react to this so I just stare into space for a while before deciding to go for a run.
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When I come back I realize that it's 11 pm... I need some sleep. I throw on some sweatpants and fall asleep.