Human After All. (Motionless In White Fan-Fic)

August 2nd, 2013/ Chapter 8

Korn blasted from my stereo speakers as I pushed myself up off the floor from my sixtieth pushup. Sweat trailed down my cheek and I moved my arm up to wipe it off my face. My heart was pacing in a calm manner, unaffected by the jerky movements I put my body through.

Calm and steady. Exactly what I would like my mind too be like right now.

I positioned myself too lay on my back and pulled my knees up, getting in the proper position to start doing sit ups. Putting my fingers on the back of my head too support my neck, I left myself up, feeling the smallest of burns in my abdomen; from not being used too the movement in a long while. I was in for a painful day if they were all going to be like this.

One. That night kept playing over in my head, and that wasn't going to change. Two. That was five fucking days ago. Three. I think I've exceeded my exercising limit. Four. Not that, that is going to stop me. Five. Maybe I should stick to running? Six. Because this is actually starting too fucking hurt. Seven. My head did a 360, and went straight back too Devin. Eight. Devin said he likes me. Nine. Possible correction, did like me.

I blew out a frustrated breath, hating this rut I was in emotionally. I kept up my pace, doing at least thirty more until my muscles screamed in protest. I felt like screaming and crying all at once when I stopped and stared at the ceiling. My breathing and heart was sent into chaos when I let the emotions wash over me.

What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just leave it alone and let Devin be? It's not like he's going to answer anytime I try to call or text, or even let me see him when I go to the tourbus. Each time, the guys would have it in a way that I couldn't even see Devin. Although I knew personally that they meant no harm in doing so, and they were doing it under their friends request; it still hurt too some degree that they were preventing this from being solved.

They would all give me sympathetic looks every time too; it was all in the open now, everyone knew what happened and knew what I felt for Devin, and maybe even know what Devin feels for me. No one could have prevented this, even if they wanted to.

I glared at the ceiling, as if it was the reason for this disaster.

I remembered Chris' disheartened face the last time I saw him, after my tenth failed attempt too talk too Devin, and it was one of the few times I actually had to be there. The other twenty times when I was there, it was their friend, not their assistant.

Chris apologized to me, like it was his fault this all happened. I almost punched him in the goddamn face. One for even thinking that this was his fault. Two, for trying to play matchmaker with Devin and I. Three because it almost worked.

I looked over to my stereo when it changed from Korn too ZZ Top's I Gotsta Get Paid. Literal irony. I started laughing, the sound startling me, since I haven't heard it in a long time.

I did have too get paid today, which made the song funny as hell.

I snorted, slapping my forehead for even laughing at the stupid irony. Knock. Knock. Knock.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard someone's fist tapping against the metal of my door. I scrambled up and looked at my clock on the stove. 5:40AM. I furrowed my brow, wondering who it could be at this hour. Not many of my friends are up this early, let alone mobile and knocking on doors.

"I know you're awake, Al." Oh, I guess Josh finally figured out how to use an alarm clock.

"I'm coming." walking all of four steps towards the door, I turned the handle and he practically barged in, like the undead were nipping at his heels.