Jake Webber
With great power comes great responsibility, they always say, whoever the fuck 'they' are.
I always thought that as you grew older and became more wise you'd understand how to deal with these emotions, and tough situations. I guess not, These past few weeks have been something else. I wish I knew what to do.
About three weeks ago I left Layla's apartment, she smiled at me as her soft hands lingered in mine and the door eventually closed. I remember smiling to myself as I left that apartment, something changed between the both of us within those few hours. The air even felt different as I walked down to my car.
Though I was so happy and so grateful for her to be in my life I never texted her, I never called, I never even came by. Every time I wanted to send a message there was this small voice in my head telling me to leave it alone, leave her alone.
As much as I possibly can leave her alone, I can never escape her. she's our part-time camera woman and makes a lot of content with the two of us because she's blown up a lot recently.
I want to tell her I'm proud of her, I want to hold her, I want to feel her smile into a kiss but I simply can't. She quickly picked up on my signal after only three days, she's not happy with me. She may never tell me but I can feel her eyes on me, the betrayal.
We play up a lot for the camera, no one has any idea what's going on. the viewers even ship, well, her and Johnnie. They both like the attention and make a lot of suggestive jokes in almost every video, and I act disgusted for the bit. The fans love it, they love it too. They've been hanging out a lot recently, a lot without me.
So, that's why I'm sat here at this couch watching her, Layla. Dancing with Johnnie in the kitchen of another lame influencer party that we just had to make an appearance at. They were both laughing, smiling, and bugging each other. I should be happy, but I simply can't be. I'm angry.
"Look at these two, Layla and Johnnie forever." Tara yells with her flashlight in one hand and camera in the other, she was smiling as she recorded them.
"We're so fucking married." Layla drunkly yells at the camera, making Johnnie laugh. In between laughs he quickly picks her up and tosses her on his back.
"She's too drunk, don't listen to her." Johnnie laughs, yelling too.
"Please, take me home you need to take care of me." Layla yells, then loudly laughing.
Once the laughter finally dies down and the jokes end Johnnie finally puts Layla down, and Tara puts her camera away than stop recording. The three of them were laughing once again at whatever joke Tara made. One thing I couldn't stop staring at was Johnnie's lingering hand on Layla's waist.
I take a sip, well a chug of my drink. Desperately trying to drown out this party until I feel the pressure of another person sat on the couch with me.
"Aren't you the life of the party." Johnnie laughs, Layla sits next to him.
Examining the two of them, I noticed that Johnnie rested his arm on Layla's shoulder with absolutely no hesitation. Almost like they've done it a million times, he doesn't know her like I know her.
"Yeah this is uh, oh fuck." Layla pauses. "Tara, who's party are we at?"
"Vinne Hacker babe." Tara replies, softly tapping Layla's thigh then sitting next to her.
"As I was saying, this is a Vinnie Hacker party you should be having fun."
I lightly laugh at her words, the bright smile on her face begins to frown and lose its light as she hears my laugh. I wish I knew what she was thinking right now.
