A week has passed and we were all packing. Our tour was going to be starting soon and we needed to get everything packed before it was too late. At least I did. If not then I would forget almost everything important. I got my big suitcase out and started to pack my clothes and other things first because they would be the most important after all. I hummed quietly not knowing what else to do to break the silence while I packed until the door rang. Silently sighing, I got up and answered the door to find Scott there. He must have forgotten his keys again.
"Hey Mitchy" He said smiling. He always came to visit me. "so, when are we doing the next episode of Sup3rfruit?"
"I don't know, whenever he have the free time I suppose"
"then how about now?" I thought this over for a minute. Why not?
We thought it over and decided that we should do the medley we were working on instead of just a regular video. So that day we made Hip Hop on Broadway and posted it not long after.
I wish we could do this all the time but it wouldn't happen. Scott was busy and I'm a loner. I watched him from the balcony as he left my apartment and away altogether. I hated this. I HATED this feeling. This numbness I felt...the tears falling, making my cheeks wet. I hated feeling so hollow.
My hands began to shake again and I leaned against the door. I didn't want to black out, I knew that for a fact. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and got a water bottle and an apple. It would be best if I stayed away from the crew for a little.. I'm sure.
YOU ARE READING
Lead me to the brim
Fiksi Penggemar" . . . where my breaking point is thin, you try to pull me in like fire in the wind . . " Mitch sighed and drew in another shaky breath. His hands couldn't stop shaking and his head was spinning. "Mitch? You in there?" asked the person he least w...
