Are we just friends ~ Scobby

Chapter 2

Scott Williams' Point of View

14th November 2023

We got up and walked out of our room. I followed Rob who seemed to know which room the Irishman was staying at. We walked down the hall and suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I stopped walking and I bit my lip hard. "Ow, fuck." I said quietly. Bobby stopped walking too and he turned to look at me. He looked at me with a concerned expression across his face. "Are you alright?" he asked sounding worried. "Y- yeah, I'm fine." I lied, convincingly. I straightened up and we continued walking towards the room. After a few more minutes we seemingly made it there. Rob knocked on the door and we heard footsteps walking towards the door. To both our surprise Daryl Gurney was the one who opened. He looked at us for a moment before saying something. "Josh, your friends are here." he said. Josh came running and looked up at us. We took a step back and he stepped out as well. He slammed the door in the older Irishman's face and smiled at us. "What's up?" he asked with a bright smile across his face. "We both agree that you've been busy lately." Rob said. Josh raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked with a confused laugh. "You haven't hung out with us in almost a month." Rob said crossing his arms. Hah, Rob Cross crossed his arms, that's hilarious. I bit my lip trying to stop myself from suddenly laughing because of the stupid fucking pun that just spawned in my head. "Really? Oh, I'm really sorry, I have time later, you have a match today, right?" Josh asked. Rob nodded. "I'll be there when you get back." Josh said with a big smile. Suddenly something else crossed my mind. Why was Daryl here? He's not in the Grand Slam either... Josh opened the door and closed it behind him, leaving me and the other Englishman in the hallway. Rob started walking back to our room, and I was behind him. I was wandering in my own thoughts. Sure, I'm here with Bobby, but... why is Daryl here with Josh-- I mean yeah, they're good friends, but... "Hey, Rob... do you have an idea why Daryl was there?" I asked feeling a bit puzzled. Rob turned looking a bit concerned. "Are you doing alright Scotty?" the Hastinger asked, looking the most concerned I have ever seen him. "Why... are you asking that?" I asked feeling a bit uneasy. "You never call me Rob... and you sound... sad." he said as he placed a hand on my shoulder. For a moment I was completely frozen, then I pushed him off. I continued walking back to the room in silence, but was stopped as he spoke up once again. "You can tell me if something is going on..." Rob said. "Can't you just stay out of it!" I shouted at him. We locked eyes and a tear slipped down my face. His eyes widened as he saw the tear. I turned back around and hurried back to the room. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I slid down to the floor and buried my face in my knees. I heard the door to the room being shut which was followed by silence. I sobbed quietly, and I knew Rob was just standing there, listening to it. Fuck my life. I can't even hold in the tears in front of my best friend anymore.