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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

(I edited the end of last chapter if you want to re-read it!)

-13 days-

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Jaycee's POV

I woke up to the sound of 'Before You Start Your Day' playing in my ear buds. I fell asleep on Tyler, I didn't mean to. I felt bad, because he he seemed really sad last night. It was about 9:00 am, and the song ended. I put my ear buds away, and turned the music off.

I walked out of the room, and seen josh and payton attempt to cook pancakes, and since tyler wasn't out here, I was assuming he was in his room.

"What the hell are you two doing?" I asked josh and pay.

"Attempting to make food." Jishwa said.

"Oh my god, we suck." Payton laughed into his chest.

I laughed. "Mhmmm, let me make the food." I sighed. I didn't really feel like doing anything, but I wanted food.

"Thank youuuuu" I heard payton say.

"Yeah, thank you loser." Jishwa said

I rolled my eyes, and started making the pancakes. Josh sat on a barstool, with payton on his lap. We kept making conversation, then I finished the pancakes.

I gave them their plates of pancakes with syrup, and I only had one because I wasn't much of an eater.

When we were finished, I put the plates in the sink and josh and pay went to watch a movie.

I decided to go up to Tyler's room, I was outside of his door and I could hear him playing the ukulele.

I can't help falling in love with you was the song he was singing.

I cracked open the door, and seen him sitting on his bed, with a lamp on, the rest of his room was black.
He must've not noticed me walk in, because he didn't turn his head and he kept singing, and he had a beautiful voice.

"Like a river flows surely to the sea
darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be.
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you."

He put his ukulele back where it was supposed to go, and seen me in the doorway.

"Hi, ty."

"U-um hi." He said.

"You really di have an amazing voice." I said, smiling

I seen blush creep across his cheeks.

"Thank you."

"How are you feeling? Have you ate yet?" I asked.

"I-I'm fine. And no." He stuttered.

"You're not fine."

"I know." He whispered and sighed.

"What's wrong? And can I come in?"

"Sure." He said as I walked, and he closed the door.

"What's wrong?" I asked again as I sat down next to him on his bed.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because you're very important to me."

"I'm depressed, which you should already know. And it's gotten worse, like way worse. And other stuff I don't want to talk about." He mumbled.

I hugged him, and sighed.