Good thing this is called fanfiction.
idea from: SUCKURHOES
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Nick is hunched over his desk surrounded by piles of his unfinished works. His room was dimly lit by the fluorescent lamp. There was something wrong with his new flavored-balm. They keep on changing something because it was never enough and Nick is already running out of ideas. He didn't know what to do anymore. There are papers strewn across the desk, the glow of the computer screen illuminating the dimly lit room.
With each passing moment, Nick could feel the agitation rising up. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. His alarm rang and he stopped what he did. It's time to edit their Wednesday video. Nick went to the files and clicked the video they shot last Monday. He clicked the play button, not only 10 seconds after playing it, he noticed that there were no sounds coming out of it at all. Nick clicked the fast forward button, hoping that it was just the intro. Hoping that they just did not film a video with no sound at all.
Nick felt the hope died when he was already at the end of the video and there was nothing. No sounds. Nothing. A sigh escaped his lips. In the moment of frustration, Nick slams his fist on the desk, a wave of exhaustion washing over him. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to alleviate the pounding headache that has been plaguing him for days.
All of that for fucking nothing. He has been working for days and days yet everything still keeps on piling up. It feels like he never get one work done when in fact, he did most of the work for the last few weeks.
Feeling overwhelmed and on the verge of burnout, Nick decided to step away from his work. He should go get some water first, his throat is already dry because he was in his room for hours with no food, no water. Standing up, Nick realized how hungry he is too. His knees keep on trembling and his stomach was suddenly rumbling, he was pretty sure it never did this a minute ago.
Nick dragged himself out of his room and walked towards their kitchen. There was no one there, not until Matt came in and he heard Chris shouting downstairs.
"Matthew Bernard! Put the car back in the garage! I'm gonna go sleep, I'm deadass dying!"
He don't understand what Chris is saying because in all honesty, Nick feels like he's floating. Nothing feels real, it feels like anytime soon, his body will give up on him too. He turned around to see Matt's tired face, his brother's hair was soaked because of the rain, right. They ran some errands today and Nick told them that he couldn't come because of some things that be's working on. Nick wondered if this is the right time to tell Matt that they just filmed a muted video.
"Jeez, get out of the fucking way, Nicolas." Nick winced because of the harsh tone.
Probably not.
Matt reached out for a glass of water after putting the car key on the kitchen table and let the glass of water sit on the kitchen table too as he reached something on the drying rack. On the other hand, Nick also walked towards their fridge to look for something to drink aside from water when his elbow accidentally knocks inti Matt's glass of water. Sending it toppling off the table and crashing to the floor, splashing water everywhere.
Matt looked back and his eyes immediately scanned the broken glass and the splashed water everywhere. He looked back at Nick and Nick knew this isn't going to end very well.
