There's No Editing THIS Love! [COMPLETED]

19. The Call

It's the next day. You're at your apartment, working on a painting for your mom. The time is 1:17 p.m. It's a lovely day out and everything is good so far. So far.

Your phone starts ringing so you quickly answer it, putting it on speaker so you can still work on the painting. You didn't really glance at the Caller ID, but once the person starts talking, you wish you had.

"Hello?"

"It's John."

Your body tenses and you feel like throwing up.

"What do you want John?"

"Do you even comprehend how much hate I've been getting ever since you uploaded that highly screwed up Saltine Cracker Challenge video?"

"Oh I'm sure I can understand that."

"I had to post a video apologizing for something you did. Yet I'm getting the blame for it."

"Well, I am just an editor, right? You're the star here, not me."

"I won't be anymore thanks to you! My number of subscribers has been dropping more and more and people are hating on me with no mercy or fucks given."

"Maybe you deserved it. Oh wait, that's right. YOU DID."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! All I did was confess my feelings and now you hate my guts!"

"I accept how you feel John, but you won't accept the fact that I don't feel the same way about you! I'm dating Max!"

There's a moment of silence before John completely loses it.

"You're such a stupid slut! I've known you way longer than that angry asshole and you date him over me?! You're so fucking thirsty, (Y/N)! He's more famous than I am so you choose him! It makes sense though, knowing you. Jesus Christ! I can't believe this! What did I ever do wrong, (Y/N)?! We could have dated, grown older, gotten married, and possibly had kids! You're my editor! I swear to God I should have never asked you to get me fucking rubber bands!"

In the middle of the rant, John's voice begins to waver. It seems as though he were holding back tears. You're completely speechless. John has never talked to you like this.

"I'm sorry," is all you can manage to say.

You hear John burst into tears. But that's not the only thing you hear.

"J-John what is that clicking sound?"

"What does it matter to you? Shouldn't you be getting back to Max?"

"W-Whatever you're doing John, stop. You're s-scaring me."

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

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*Bang*
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A thud is heard from the other end of the call and you drop your pallet. Paint gets all over the floor but you don't pay attention to it. You stand there, eyes looking around all crazed, not believing what has just happened. You want to scream, cry, run. But you can't. It's like your body has just completely shut down, except it starts shaking. The call is still going.

John...