December 4th
5:30pm
y/n's pov
It was finally time to start posting on social media soon, since I'd been friends with Jake, Johnnie and Tara, my followers skyrocketed which also meant I'd have to post more to avoid uncomfortable backlash. It was constant paranoia whilst staring blankly into my requested messages on instagram. Many messages were nice but a handful were disgusting. Asking if I was dying, if i was a cancer patient and even people telling me to hurt myself and starve more. Of course, I'd never directly tell my followers that I was an anorexic, bpd ridden person that's unable to care for herself. However, ignoring the questions wouldn't make them disappear. That's why I'd put secret messages in my songs to express myself more. My music producer cousin, Matthew, has been helping me work toward an album release. Summer next year is our deadline and I was struggling to come up with new songs. 'Lovebomb' was finally finished and i'd started coming up with some small lyric ideas that could potentially lead to fuller songs. I sighed in fustration. Tara was on her way over with Jake and Johnnie to film a video with me.
My dad had sent me a ton of my childhood favourite snacks from Britain, Tara thought it would be a great video idea as she hasn't had a lot of British foods before. I looked back down at my notebook which contained lyrics, humming along to some lyrics, "and the God's honest truth is that the pain was heaven" I scribbled over that lyric aggressively.
A knock from downstairs beckoned me downstairs, I fiddled with my keys before opening the door to see my friends, and Johnnie. He seemed happier today, a small smile on his face. For some reason it warmed my blood, suddenly all my resentment fluttered away and the only word that bubbled in my brain was 'Johnnie'.
Soon after, everyone got comfortable in my filming room, Tara was setting out all the snacks on the plain table, readying up for a thumbnail. "You nearly ready, y/n?" she asked, joyfully.
"Yeah just let me touch up my makeup" I yelled from my bedroom whilst staring into my mirror. My arms were concealed by my white, long sleeve top, I also wore some hello kitty pyjama bottoms.
Hastily, I reapplied my lipstick and headed into the filming room, Tara wore matching pyjamas but in pink and she also wore a black long sleeve to also imitate my outfit. "jealous of the fits" Jake laughed as if he wasn't wearing his own pyjama merch. I flipped him off before posing for the thumbnail.
Johnnie and Jake's job was passing us the snacks throughout the video, and occasionally they'd pop their heads in frame to try a snack.
"So these are digestives" I said holding up the packaging, "I used to dip these in a cup of tea" I laughed at Tara's shocked face, "So.. are these like a cookie?" she asked whilst examining the biscuit. "no, they're biscuits." I said in a joke like tone. She was pleasently surprised by the snack. We'd already gone through Jaffa cakes, Rolos, Crumpets and proper British tea. I didn't eat many of the snacks as I was uncomfortable eating in front of the camera but I took small bites or sips. "Right, last one for the video are quavers" I said excitedly, passing the bright yellow packet to Tara. "These are so good!" she squealed, offering Jake and Johnnie a few.
"Probably one of my favourite snacks from back home, I'll bring some back for you guys" I smiled whilst trying not to laugh at everyone's reactions.
We ended the video and cleared up the food, I started to feel a bit dizzy, I needed a drink. "I'm going to grab a monster, anyone want anything?" I asked everyone.
Johnnie's pov
I followed y/n downstairs to grab some drinks, her demenaour was much different recently. Not to mention the noticable bags that inhabited her under-eyes, her face was thinner and she seemed weak. Did I do this to her?
"When was the last time you ate a proper meal?" I asked y/n which she froze up at, colour dispersed from her face as she stuttered, "I had- uh lunch" her voice quiet.
"please don't try and lie to me" I sighed, disappointed.
"I'm fine, Johnnie, I've got it under control" she demanded.
"I want to believe you, angel, I really do" I said, taking her cold hand in my own, "how about I take you to dinner tonight? It doesn't have to be a date, I'm sure Jake and Tara would want to come" I tried to reason with her. Her e/c eyes looked up at me, they looked empty. Finally her lips opened to speak, "okay".
y/n's pov
We all sat in a private booth that Tara swindled the waiter for. I had changed out of my pyjama bottoms for some oversized, grey joggers with black crosses on them. I also let Tara borrow some trousers as we were a similar height.
"So y/n, when is Matthew back?" Jake asked in between bites of his meal,
"Matthew?" Johnnie asked inquisitively,
"He's my cousin, the music producer?" I announced, "He's heading down here in a few days before I go to Britain, we're recording my finished song" I let out a weak smile as my fork moved my food around on the plate.
"Sick, when do we get to hear it?!" Tara chimed in.
"Soon" I winked to her and went to take a bite of my dinner.
It was an unusually happy environment between us all, similar to thanksgiving but without tension between Johnnie and I, we even ordered a few cocktails after our food, we all conversed over the future, new music and videos, I even opened up a bit more. "Does you going to the UK over Christmas mean we have to give you presents early?" Tara smirked,
"Yeah, I don't think your McLaren will fit on the plane" Johnnie joked,
My eyes widened, "How did you know about my McLaren obsession?" I laughed in shock,
"He's a super fan, y/n, he's seen all your videos" Jake snickered. Johnnie looked down in embarrassment, I hadn't mentioned my love for formula 1 since the start of my channel.
My eyes met johnnie's azure ones, I started to notice how they sparkled under the bright lights of the restaurant, the sparks in my heart were overwhelming, I needed him to want me, to chase me, to love me.Another update! Thank you for the kind comments <3 enjoy!
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Fanfictioncontent warnings: eating disorders, self harm, mental health issues/bpd, potential substance abuse - y/n is a british streamer and small music artist with bpd who moved to LA at 15 after the tragic, unexpected death of her mother. y/n loves altern...