Reality {a sam pottorff/jc caylen fanfic}

Long time no see

"Em, em wake up. We've gotta go soon"

"Huh?" I say opening one eye and squinting at the bright light coming through the window.

"Oh" it's Trevor.

"WAKE UPPPPP!!!" He screams walking out of my room leaving my bedroom door open..

I hop out of bed and walk over to the bathroom. I really love mornings. I always have. I love lights. Trevor thinks I'm absolutely crazy.

I twist the shower knob all the way to cold. It burns more calories, I try not to think about what I'm doing, I'm trying to make this day of being stuck with 6 boys that I'm not particularly in love with, well. Except for Trevor, the best I can.

I winced as water ran over my scarred arm, "god dammit" I mumbled to myself.

After stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a plain white towel around myself and walked down to my mirror. I'm going to be in a car with 5 extremely attractive boys, the least I could do is make myself look presentable.

I started off with concealer, then foundation, loose powder, eyeliner, mascara, and to top it all off, lip gloss.

I took a pair of hollister shorts out of my bottom drawer, and a plain t-shirt from my closet.

I stared at myself in the mirror, my bra digging into the fat covering my bones. I blinked away the tears and threw my shirt over my head.

When I was finally clothed, I walked into the kitchen to find trevor stuffing a cinnamon poptart into his face hole.

"Take a picture it'll last longer" he says, "thanks! I will" I say back, pulling out my silver iPhone.

"Trevor Moran everybody!" I tweet. Attached is a picture of him with poptart crumbs covering his lips. Instantly getting favorites and retweets from a bunch of O2l fans.

See, my brother is a part of a youtube collab channel called o2l. I actually really like it and I think the boys are all really attractive, I just don't like how they treat my brother sometimes, maybe it's just because I'm so protective over him. Anyways, they have a ton of subscribers who are also really big fans. Which Is why we go places like digifest, Vidcon, and playlist live. My mom and dad are not the traveling type, neither am I. But id do anything to make Trevor happy, even if it means having extreme anxiety attacks while being stuck in a car for three hours.

"Hey em so I heard you w-" Trevor's sentence was cut off from a loud honk outside my garage.

"That's them!" He calls running to his room to get his suitcase.

"No shit Sherlock" I mumble to myself before picking up my suitcase and dragging it across the floor.

I pushed the medal door open, burning my hand from the sun, which had heated the door.

"Ah shit!"

"Are you okay?"

"Fine" I say pulling my heavy suitcase to the front of the driveway. I'm greeted by an extremely attractive boy dressed in black skinny jeans, a plain white tee, and red vans. He has caramel brown eyes, and mixed brown, quiffed hair. "You're jc right?" I smile "yeah, let me get that for you!" He says referring to the suitcase causing the pain in my back. "Oh, thanks"

All of the boys were out of the car, greeting Trevor,

Connor was wearing a black t shirt with all of the boys last name on it, and black jeans

Kian was wearing a red striped tank, and white skinny jeans

Ricky was wearing a blue Tank, with black skinny jeans