[ENGLISH] Jordan's Christmas Adventure//Youtubers

Chapter 2: My Apartment Turned Into A 'EH'

a/n: Jordan Doww noticed this fanfic yesterday on Twitter (12/6/15) –OMG I STILL CANT GET OVER IT xx

btw I'm not too sure if I should to put the casts name (I felt like I just spoiling it lol) so I will just let you find it by yourself while reading—it's going to be fun, I promise you ;) I hope you didn't get confuse in this chapter—don't forget to leave feedback please :) sorry for typos/wrong grammar x

//Kristika.

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Now... what's next? I'm done. I'm so f.cked up.

Mom obviously wants me go to Australia as soon as possible, but on the other hand I just can't leave Los Angeles. My big and secret project is here, still on progress—how on the earth I could just left it like that? My project needs me, and so otherwise.

But I also have been waiting to finally have time together with her. My mom lives by herself on Aussie; it means she's going to spend Christmas alone. I didn't want to imagine how bad it is to spend Christmas by yourself—preparing food for yourself, decorating house by yourself, buy gift by yourself and then give it to yourself—All by yourself to yourself.

So far I'm still lucky because at least I always have someone to celebrate Christmas with. When I was younger I spent my Christmas with my family in Virginia. And when I was in college, I either went home or celebrate Christmas with my roommate. My first Christmas in Los Angeles also didn't as bad as you thought. I invite my mom and my youtuber friends for a close party in my apartment. I never celebrating a big day alone, and thinking about how my mom is going to do it for her literally first time just make me worry as hell.

But my project should be done before next year. I'm running out of time.

As a sigh escaped from my mouth, I stood from the dining table to get cleaned up. Then I back again for picking my phone.

Should I go to sleep now? I asked myself. I checked the clock on my phone: 03:20 AM. I felt a little bit tired but with too much things were on my mind right now, I wasn't sure sleep could help. Afterwards I decided to lie on my couch, hands on my stomach and grab my phone, eyes locked on ceiling. Another part of Jordan Doww's behind-the-camera life: surrounded with completely silence while having a big war inside of my mind. Probably I was also companied by some demons that I couldn't see, but well, just let them enjoy my apartment.

The longer time spent just for think, that there is even more complicated I became. And then I couldn't help from feeling torn. Which one is better to put as priority? My project or the Christmas? For honest I didn't want to sacrifice any, but I know it's impossible. Both happen in December, which messed me further. I wish I could split into two, so I would have Jordan 2.0 to go to Australia and this story would end with happy ending for everybody.

I cover my face with my left hand, sighing once again. Who am I kidding, by the way.

"P-please.... hiks... I-I-hiks—c-come ba-back..."

I shocked and immediately fell off from the couch. "Ouch!" I groaned. All the left parts of my body ache due to hit the floor first. Good thing my baby was fine—I mean my phone—because it was held by my right hand. "Hell... what was that?" I said confusing as I stood up. But then I remembered a strange-sob-voice that I heard during phone call.

Isn't this the same sob that I heard earlier?

So I wasn't hallucinating or else...

Creeps instantly went to back of my neck, followed by increasingly cooled room. Either it's because the temperature suddenly dropped to minus ten below or because I began to fear, I don't know.