1 a.m Habit

Ten.

[Hayes' Point Of View:]

Are you serious?

I wanna laugh.

A article. On us?

And there's school in three days.

And it's on a Saturday.

Kill me.

- - - - - -

We alighted at Kirsten's house and chilled in her living room.

I dropped our bags filled with various items on the kitchen island and went ahead a opened the fridge.

I don't know why I did though.

OH GOD. THERE'S PIZZA.

I immediately thought of tossing it into the oven and while in the brief thought of that, I actually had done it.

And even set the oven to the right temperature too.

I should try that with calculus.

Ugh.

Anyways after that whole Article on Eighteen, I wrote a list on:

(I don't really know why exactly I did this. I'm confused.)

What I should expect in the next two weeks:

- Meet and Greets.

- Shows

- Interviews

- Film new Youtube Videos.

- School (Obviously.)

Nevermind.

I'll get started filming videos with my girlfriend. Well, filming won't seem like a chore anymore, especially when Kirsten's here.

I desperately watched the oven; waiting for my cheese pizza.

I eventually got bored so I headed to the couch and hopped onto it, placing myself right next to Kirsten.

I nudged her shoulder and whispered, "Hey, to cut short all the interviews because of that article, let's film a video then we post it on both of our channels, huh babe?"

"Haha, okay. Later at night, at my room, so it looks better huh?"

"You're saying my backdrop is ugly."

"Well if you interpret what I said that way, then. Yeah."

I let out a playful 'ugh'.

She leaned in and pecked my cheek with her lips. At that same moment, the oven sounded a 'ding'.

Oh yeah. My pizza's ready.

I brought my pizza out to the living room and placed it on the table and practically everyone locked their eyes on it.

"C'Mon. I baked this one."

I sat there on the couch, pouting.

Kirsten swiped the whole tray of Pizza and went up to her room.

Oh no. My pizza. Oh wait.

Kirsten signaled me to go up by pointing to her room with her thumb, mouthed the words 'let's film' and turned her back and got into her room.

[Kirsten's Point Of View:]

I got into the room and fixed my room up a bit, propping my pillows up, smoothing out my bed and I did up my fairy lights.

I reached for my tripod at the back of my closet and laid it on the floor. I took my camera out off my 'special drawer' and put it on my bed.

Okay. It looks like I'm ready to film.

Pizza, check.

Tripod, check.

Camera, check.

Backdrop, check.

Computer, check.

Confidence, check.

Hayes? No. Oh my God.

Where is he?

"HAYES WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? I JUST CALLED YOU AWHILE AGO."

"Still walking up the stairs, hehe."

"YOU'RE NOT CARRYING ANYTHING C'MON HAYES."

"Okay! Fine, let's film."

Hayes walked into the room with his phone in his hands, typing. He's been doing that ever since I called him out of the couch.

What is he doing?

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