A Day (Vikkstar123/Sidemen Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Sophie's eyes flew open as the shrill sound of her alarm dragged her into consciousness. She fumbled under her pillow for her phone, only to find that it had fallen to the floor due to her restlessness that night. Sighing heavily, she reached down to pick it up to turn off the alarm, and her heart skipped a beat when the she saw the time. Damn, she was going to be late again. Her professor was going to bar her from his classes if she kept up with this routine. Throwing off the covers, she ran to the bathroom for another 2 minute shower. Why do I do this every time? She thought to herself. Making a mental note that she knew she wouldn't remember to get up the first time her alarm rang, she hurried into the first pair of jeans to hand, and a Game of Thrones t-shirt. Before leaving her apartment, she took a quick glance in the full-length mirror by the door and sighed again. She'd never been happy with her appearance, and so all she saw was another plain Jane, late again. Grabbing her bag, she opened her door, and slammed it shut behind her, the sound echoing down the hallway, drowning out the clapping of her converse on the hard floor as she ran for the stairs.

The day dragged on after her early morning rush, and Sophie felt her eyes drooping as she slipped into a seat on her bus home. Determined not to miss her stop again, she pulled out a bottle of Pepsi Max from her bag and took a large gulp. The fizziness caused her to cough as it bubbled down her throat, and she almost spat it back out. She never could drink them quickly. She took a smaller sip to clear her throat and leant her head on the window. The city lights at night were fascinating when seen through a foggy window pane, their blurred luminance passing by as the bus made its way through the traffic.

Two stops left.

A flickering in the corner of her eye caused her to look up. One of the ceiling lights was struggling to remain on, and its attempts were starting to irritate her. She stared at it, willing it to turn off completely and put the passengers out of their misery.

One stop left.

Someone slumped into the seat behind her, and she resisted the urge to look, instead taking out her phone and opening Twitter. She flicked through the daily updates, retweeting a few here and favouriting a few there. Then she went to the search bar and typed in 'Vikkstar123'. The account came up instantly and she tapped on the name to go to the profile. Vikkstar123, or just Vik, was a Youtube personality, part of a group called the Sidemen. Sophie would never admit it, but she was a huge fan of their videos, and watched them all as much as she could. Scrolling through Vik's tweets, she noticed one in particular that had caught her eye. It was a mention from another member of the group, Simon, aka Miniminter. It read: '@miniminter7: @Vikkstar123 If they ain't worth it, it ain't worth worrying about man'. Sophie frowned at the words. She kept tabs on all the guys, Vik, Simon, Ethan, Josh, Tobi and JJ, as well as Cal, even though he wasn't a Sideman, but this tweet seemed so out of place. They almost never posted about their private lives, with the exception of JJ of course, so she was intrigued as to what it was hinting at. Already there were loads of fans demanding an explanation, but no more was said about it. She returned to the home page to post a tweet of her own, '@sophiewho: never-ending bus journeys really are the highlight of my life', before closing the app. The bus turned a sharp corner, and she pulled her bag onto her shoulder as she stood up. Finally the bus stopped, she walked out onto the street and started for her apartment.

The mid-December air was frosty and burned her lungs as she drew in a breath. There was only a few days left until the term was over and she would be on a train to see her brother. She cursed herself for choosing to study at a university so far away from everywhere, but she knew it was for the best. She needed as much distance from her mother as she could get. She only remained in contact with her brother now; he was the only real family she cared about. After he left for university, her mother had sold their house and bought a smaller one-bedroom new-build in the village over from their old town, and neither of them saw her again. Not after last time. She shook her head to stop the memories from overwhelming her, and looked up to see that she had walked all the way to her apartment block already. She punched in the passcode to open the main door and hurried into a closing elevator. She was too tired to walk the six flights of stairs up to her floor. There was one other person in the lift, stood in front of the buttons, blocking her from hitting the one she needed.
'Excuse me, could you press no. 6 please?' She asked the stranger. They turned around, and smiled at her, before pushing the button. When the lift arrived at her floor, she made her way to her door, unlocked it and immediately unloaded her bag onto her desk. The door shut softly behind her as she made her way over to her bed. Kicking off her shoes, she quickly changed into joggers and slid under her duvet. Opening her laptop, she clicked resume on the video she had paused the previous night. It was a Cards Against Humanity video on Simon's channel, the latest one. At the end of term, she rarely had much work to finish, so she could catch up on all the videos she hadn't managed to watch yet. The hours ticked by and she eventually closed her laptop again. Glancing at the time, she saw that it was 2:30am. A groan escaped from her lips as she buried her head into her pillow and fell into instant sleep.

The week slowly drew to a close until it was the last day of term, and Sophie began packing her bag once again. She hated leaving her apartment for any length of time, but it was always worth it to see her little brother, Tommy. They were always close, and it had been a few months since they had last met up. This time it had been his turn to choose the location, and so early the next morning she would be on the first train to London. A tradition had been created where the two of them would rent out a flat for a couple of weeks, or stay in a cheap hotel, and tour the city together. However since it was his second to last year at university, he had wanted to stick close to home to save money, so she would be staying with him and his friends at their shared house. It would definitely be difficult, living with them, but she didn't really want to spend all her money on renting a place for herself either, so she had agreed. In summer, they would take time out to go hiking around the country, be all adventurous, so finding a place to stay wasn't that much of a priority. Sophie had always hated camping, but any time she got to spend with Tom was always good, and she had grown to love it.

Throwing a few snacks into her suitcase, she flipped over the lid and zipped it all the way round, flopping to the floor when she was done. It was way past the time she had said she'd go to sleep, and her limbs were heavy with fatigue. She checked her phone to see if her alarm was set for the next morning, and set a few earlier ones, knowing she was likely to sleep through the majority of them. Then, she opened up Twitter and scrolled through the latest tweets from the guys. Most of them were just links to videos they had just put up, all of which she had seen already, or to their twitch accounts, where they would be streaming in about 20 minutes. Maybe. She wished she could stay up and watch them, but she could feel she was on the brink of passing out on the floor. Slowly, she got up and got ready for bed. Before she knew it, her eyes had closed and she was drifting into dreamless sleep.

A/N Thanks for reading, I know it's slow going, but it will get there, I promise ;)

If you didn't read the prologue, you probably should. It may seem irrelevant, but why would it be there otherwise?
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