Not All YouTubers Are Human {1}

Chapter 25

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"I'm sorry for being so cold, the fact of who you are just baffles me, and I don't know how to deal with it. I'm scared, shocked, nervous, angry, fascinated, and utterly surprised. There's just so many emotions and I'm not sure what to do. I don't blame you if you want to eat me now or something, I've been a complete jerk to you. Thank you for saving me and Wade, for restoring hope in our lives and keeping that faith that there's always someone who's going to be there for me. It's amazing how I'm always there for others, and it's you that's there for me. You've saved my life a few times now, on the bus... Just now... And even when Jack and Wiishu broke up." I hear a faint chuckle, "I'm sure he was going to beat my ass in that time. You've saved all of us on the bus, and for that we owe you our lives. You're like our guardian angel, my... Guardian angel." I feel something press lightly against my temple."And I'm glad you are. Goodnight, Sam." I hear soft footsteps then a door softly close.

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I sit up quickly, looking around the room, my eyes flashing from object to object. I'm still in my room, and Jacks still here. I remember the dream I had last night, or rather memory. Who was in my room? Who was talking last night? Was it Ken? Bob or Wade? Jack? No, they wouldn't be up that early and Jack had passed out a little before me. And Mark, I'm pretty sure he's scared of me or something. He didn't look too friendly last night when I came through the front door, but the voice said something about being cold to me last night. Was it him?

I shake the thoughts from my bed-haired head, and comb my fingers once or twice through my hair. I looked around the floor for a hair elastic, then silently cursed when I came to no such avail. I stand up, letting the blanket fall around my ankles and give Jack the extra blanket. Softly opening the door I walk down the hall and down the stairs, making my way to the kitchen.

"Morning." Bob greeted, then sipped on a mug of coffee.

I smiled, then grabbed some coffee for myself, adding some milk afterwards. Bob seemed to be the only one up, so we sat in silence for a while. Finally, I spoke up, "What time is it?"

He looked at the clock on the stove, "almost 9:45, I'm surprised you haven't slept in later considering you and Jack have been talking since maybe early o'clock."

I nod thoughtfully, then take a sip of coffee. "Yeah, I'm still tired. I might just record a video then go back to bed. Jet lags a bitch."

He chuckles into his coffee, then gets up after a piece of toast pops up from the toaster. Taking the toast out, he grabs the butter and knife and spreads it on the toast. "Don't tell Ken I'm eating his Auntie." He jokes.

I laugh out loudly, my head back and legs tucked with my feet in the air. He joins in my laughter and soon I'm on the ground having a laugh-attack. "Geez Sam, my joke wasn't that funny." He points out, staring at me.

Soon Jack and Ken walk down the stairs, rubbing their eyes. I guess all the commotion had woken them up. "What the fuck's going on?" Jack asks, looking from me on the ground to Bob eating toast.

"IS THAT MY UNCLE?!" Ken screams noticing Bob, who looked at him and smiled.

"No, this is your Auntie. I was going to give Sam your uncle." Bob answered, making me laugh even harder.