You're My Superstar!

Chapter 37: Not The Same

     Have you ever gone through something... completely insane? If you have, then you understand the way you're life never feels the same again. It doesn't feel wrong, necessarily. Just different.

     The past several months were what I'd certainly call wild and unhinged.

     Every night when I went to bed I would go over the events following my employment at the Mega Pizzaplex, playing the memories like a movie on repeat.

     Meeting the gang, befriending them, the Pizzaplex closing, reuniting with Jeremy, seeing my parents, losing Jeremy...

     At that point, my eyes would start to well up. The 'movie' would keep playing though, I couldn't stop it.

     Losing Bonnie, losing Foxy, losing Vanessa... I couldn't pause it.

     But between each sad scene though, was a happy scene. One with Freddy.

     There was the time we'd accidentally held hands in the daycare, the time he'd told me he could listen to my voice all day, when he'd placed me high up on his shoulders, when he held me after my meltdown, us dancing together on Valentine's Day, falling for him...

     After that, I would slip into a dream state where him and I could dance all night, my darkest memories so distant that they didn't even exist anymore.

I said I would never fall in love

Until I found her

I said I'd never fall unless it's you

I fall int-

     "Y/N!!!" someone screamed in my ear.

     Not even caring who it was, I groaned and picked up a pillow and threw it in the direction of the voice. They'd interrupted my dream. I was not going to take that lightly.

     "Oof!" I heard a thump, then shot up.

     "Oh my gosh, Gregory! I'm so sorry!"

     I saw Gregory stand up and hide something behind his back, then say hurriedly, "It's fine! It was just a pillow."

     I squinted my eyes, "What's that behind your back?"

     "Nothing!" he held up his hands for me to see, but not before I heard a muffled thud.

     I untangled myself from my sheets and got out of bed, marching up to the spot behind Gregory. But when he saw what I was doing, he picked the thing up and ran out of the room.

     "GREGORY!" I yelled, running after him. Unfortunately for me, he'd run into the bathroom and locked the door.

     Dang it!

     I sighed, then went back to my room. I had to get ready for work.

. . .

     "Buddy, are you coming?" I yelled as I was about to leave the apartment.

     Gregory came running out of his room (which used to be Vanessa's) and replied, "Yup!"

     I observed him for anything that might've been off, but he looked normal. He followed me out of the doorway and into my car, then we headed to the Pizzaplex.

     I finally asked, "So what were you doing in my room this morning, mister?"

     "Waking you up," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the whole world.