Where the Consoles Lead, The Heart Will Follow

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Jackie's pov

Its been several weeks since I've joined the guys, and realized something. Have we gotten more followers?

I headed over to Conor's house, figuring he'd be home, since it is the weekend.

I opened his front door, expecting the usual swearing and cussing, but to my surprise was only met with silence,

"Conor?" I called out.

"Yeah, I'm upstairs, hold on!" He called frantically, followed by some shuffling.

I was too curious to not see what he was up to. I hurriedly and sneakily ran up the stairs then peaked into his room.

"Conor? Were you playing with your Woody?" I asked, sure he would get a little embarrassed.

"You have no proof!" He said trying to hide the screen monitor.

"Okay, whatever. Hey, let's check out our views on the past few videos. I'm curious as to how your followers like me." I said walking over.

Before I could even reach his computer though, he stopped me in my tracks. "Hey, why don't we play some games instead? Or have some old time fun?" He said wiggling his eyebrow. "Come on, checking that stuff out is no fun." He continued as he was pulling me out of his room. But while he was away from the computer and out his door, relinquished my hand from his grasp and locked the door on him. "Jackie! Please don't!" He begged.

"No way Conor, I want to make myself a better part of the team. How can I do that if I don't know what I'm doing wrong?" I entered his various passwords, and logins. When the results of the last few videos came up, I was surprised. The views were way down than normal...or before I joined... I became even mire curious and ogled every single comment. To sum it up, no one liked me. "You're just a pretty face, you don't even belong on this team." Read one of them. Another read, "you're only on the team because you're Conor's girlfriend, you slut. Bet you sleep with him just to stay on the team."

I got up and let Conor back into his own room. He saw my face and worry spread over his. "I asked you not to look at it." He drawed me into a comforting embrace.

So there we sat, for a good ten minutes doing nothing in particular. "Do you want some pizza?" Piped up Conor. I had asked him if we could get some bread with it too, and he happily agreed.

About twenty minutes passed and finally the pizza guy came with our pizza. Again, we just sat there in silence. What Conor didn't know though was I was planning on whether I should drop out or not. This is his team and I'm just making it worse.

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Ashley's pov

Both of the boys, Cathy, and I are all out, just having fun. Little thing we learned was that she loves art, but not games. Says she's "old fashioned compared to modern technology's art". Though I don't understand how someone couldn't like videogames. But hey that's just me.

"So Ashley, why do you call Jackie, Jack" asked Cathy, in attepts to breakthe slight awkward silence between us all.

"Simple, I just think she looks more like a Jack, besides, it just rolls off the tounge better."

She just nodded her head in response. As of now, we're heading back to Conor's house. We would've gone over sooner, but he said to come over later instead.

We walk in, expecting Conor to greet us. With our surprise, he wasn't, instead he heard his door and yelled down from his room to head downstairs.

After a couple of minutes, both he and Jackie finally came down, though it seems like Jackie just got done crying.

"Hey, Jackie. What's wrong?" I asked comforting her in a simple hug. But to my reaponse all I recieved was some sniffling.

All of us had the same thing going through our head, and I could tell by simply looking at each of their faces. Conor put in Jackie's favorite game, Far Cry Primal. It always cheers her up, that and Conor. But no luck, she didn't even look at the screen.

After what seemed like an eternal standstill, Jack finally spoke. "I quit..."

Sorry it's a bit late, technical difficulties have been sorted out now.