Magic // Joey Graceffa Fanfic *rewriting*

Chapter 40

Based off a true experience. No seriously, this just happened to me. 

We all walked out laughing and talking about random shit. And then this happens.

A small black bug, heads straight for my eye. I try to duck, but it's too late.

I have a bug in my eye. I scream and flail around holding my eye.

"What happened?" Joey asks rushing.

"THERE'S A BUG IN MY EYE!" I scream.

"Then hold still!" He yells grabbing me by my wrists.

"NO NO NO GET OFF ME!" I scream shoving him. I rub my eye furiously, and it burns, until I feel the satisfaction that it's out. Then a crowd of other bugs surround me due to the fact I killed one of their own.

"Are you okay?" Lillian giggles.

"How would you feel if a bug flew into your eye." I muttered glaring hard at her.

"Aww." Joey pouts hugging me.

"Lets just go." I groan waklking ahead.

"Where are we going?" Niall asked.

"No clue Horan, no clue." I said shaking my head. Ohh I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.

"Well, do you know anyone else in Canada?" Joey asks.

"Joey Joey Joey. You did not just ask me that! Let me think, oh yeah I was BFFs with Justin Bieber an Avril Lavigne and we were all besties and went skipping in the meadows!" I sarcastically said.

"Pushyanya." Joey pouted.

"You know I still love you Graceffa." I smiled hugging his side.

"So how many more concerts do you have?" Claire asks.

"Styles?" I direct to Harry.

"Officially about 6 more concerts one more interview and two meet and greets." He stated.

"Great." I muttered. Joey put me on his back.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Back on the bus?" Joey stated. I nod an we all head back to the tourbus.

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"Did you know that men live less as long as most woman?" I ask. I was on my laptop, supposed to be studying because I had enrolled in a college in California that starts soon, once again key word 'supposed to be'. It lead to me looking up the dumbest things on Ask.com.

"Probably because men don't have to bleed through their man-holes every month." Lillian responded from the kitchen. She was making the three of us (Claire, her, and me) sundaes while the boys were out doing whatever boys do.

"Why do we have to go through that every month though? Why can't they be the ones to give birth?" Claire complains.

"Totally." I mutter. Lillian walked over handing us the ice cream and I took mine and wrapped up in my blanket. This was after todays concert and we were stopping for the night here.

"Have you realize that human faces have changed over time?" Lillian says pouring orange juice.

"What?" I ask.

"I mean, have you ever seen another person look like Marilyn Monroe? Or your grandmother or something?" She asked. I laughed and nodded agreeing with her. We sat and talked and soon everyone but me falls asleep. Because well I was planning on video chatting with like I don't know, what feels like half of the youtubers in the nation in a few minutes. My laptop buzzed, which was a Skypecall from Connor which I quickly accepted. The rest of o2l were already there.