Lost Without You (A Team Starkid Fanfic)

Chapter 21

I do not own Team Starkid or any of their works. I also don't own people cuz that's slavery and illegal lol.

The next morning, well not really, more like that morning, I woke up to Devin blasting music in my ear. It took me a sleepy moment to place it as the title song from In the Heights. No matter how much I loved that song, I didn't want to get up so I naturally rolled away from her, but sadly I fell off the bed. My morning started with Dev laughing at my expense.

"That's going to leave a mark," I whined at her, sticking out my elbow. Devin laughs a bit and grabs my other arm, dragging me to my feet.

"We need food, c'mon. " The two of us squeeze our feet into Ugg boots and trudge down the hallway and down the stairs. The dining hall was essentially empty except for a smattering of students eating in the corner.

I grabbed a bowl of dry cereal and a juice box. Devin and I sit down at the table and I start shivering, regretting not grabbing a sweatshirt to put over the measly tank top I wore as a shirt with my purple flannel pajama bottoms.

"Gah, what time even is it?" I ask as a nearly fall asleep with the spoon halfway to my mouth.

"Almost eight." Devin said grabbing a handful of dry cereal from my bowl.

"Oh so I had a respectable five hours of sleep." I take a swig from my juice box.

"You and me both sista." Dev gulps down her coffee.

I jump in my seat as the chair next to me scrapes the floor. "Morning girls." Joey sits next to me shoving a cup of coffee into my view.

"Thank you," I mumble, taking the warm mug between my hands and breathing in the coffee aroma.

"You can tell Charlotte is exhausted," Brian said sitting beside Devin. "When she can't even remember to grab a mug of coffee."

I stick my tongue out at Brian instinctively and a laughing Joey kissed me on the cheek. Clark, A.J. and Corey chose that exact moment to join us at the table.

"I really don't want to go to class," muttered Corey, staring, defeated, into his breakfast.

"I mean, who does?" Clark inquired in response.

At first glance, the ragtag bunch of us looked dead tired and desperately in need of caffeine. But we were young adults and beneath all the exhaustion was ambition and excitement. We desired to create: actors wanting to act, musicians wanting to play, designers wanting to create. Despite not wanting to function at the pinnacle of young adult opposition (a.k.a. 8 am), we looked forward to tonight. It was a chance to let our crafts grow and for us to exercise our passions.

"Well, we actually have to go," A.J. told Clark. He glanced at his phone and his eyes widened. He and Clark bid us goodbye and they raced out.

Once again I started shivering, but Joey noticed. A true gentleman, he slid off his hoodie and draped it over my shoulders. In response I squeeze his hand appreciatively. Upon finishing forcing breakfast down our throats, Devin and I promised the guys we'd meet up with them to go to class and we head back up to our room with me still wrapped in my boyfriend's sweat jacket.

Back in the dorm, Dev and I raid our closets for decent outfits. I wind up with gray skinny jeans, a plain pair of Converse and a black tee shirt. I entangled myself in Joey's black and gray jacket which he actually needed for the actual show. My hair was in its natural state where it's sort of wavy, sort of curly, and sort of straight. Devin, as always, looked perfectly put together in light skinny jeans and a burgundy sweatshirt.

Grabbing our bags, we race out of the door and right to the boys' room. As we knock, there's a shouted response of "Wait a minute!!" as we hear the guys frantically rush around, bumping into furniture.

They walk out, laughing their heads off and telling us that they almost fell asleep so they were running a bit late. The four of us race down the stairs, eager to step out into the crisp autumn morning air. We skip down the streets to our classes, playfully bantering and calling out to the other students we know. We seemed drunk, but we were simply drunk on excitement and we were pretty tired.

Classes were rather basic, in my opinion, but I was barely focused. Any spare moment of thought was consumed by tonight's show and any spare moment of time was consumed by sleep. During breaks between classes, we stole little naps on each other or simply on the floor and chairs. I had been so exhausted that I forgot to even put in contacts so I wore my glasses.

All morning, Joey was constantly offering me coffee or Gatorade. "Charlie, are you sure you don't need coffee?"

I gesture to my empty Styrofoam coffee cup. "I just had some. Thank you though." I rise up and kiss his cheek as I move to throw it out.

"Then do you want me to buy you a Gatorade?" He grabs my hand when I return. Laughing a little bit, I shake my head as we start moving down the hallways.

"I promise I'm okay." Joey relaxes a smidge, smiling. "I really appreciate it. Dev and I have a stash of some in our room so I'll make sure I have some before tonight."

Conversations like that happened all morning. For lunch, Joey Devin, Brian and I walked into town. We settled at one of our favorite small cafes. As soon as the food comes, we scarf down whatever we can.

"Well, tonight'll be fun," Dev says smiling. "Are you coming tonight, Bri?"

Brian grins, widely. "I'll be there. I honestly can't wait to see the final cut."

"We'll be at Hair on Saturday afternoon." Joey promised his roommate. I, for one, absolutely loved that show. My first year of high school I was in it and it was one of my favorite experiences.

We finished up our food, joking with each other about our respective shows. Even our lax afternoon class was tedious but it wasn't much. I sat in Joey's lap on the floor as we ran vocals for both class and tonight's show.

It was nice to have Joey's arms around me. It was warm and reassuring as I felt like I could disappear into his embrace. He did, at one point, remind me jokingly that he knew that I had his jacket on.

After class, Dev, Joey and I decided to run straight back to the dorm while Brian was going to nab some dinner for us. Joey grabbed his necessary items and met us in our room. The three of us screeched along to music on Joey's iPod and joked as Dev and I carefully applied our makeup while Joey changed into comfier clothes. I relinquished Joey's sweatshirt to him and my roommate began to maneuver the flat iron to touch up my hair. With perfect timing, Brian bust in with the food right when Dev finished with my hair. As he distributed the food, I secured my tamed mane back with a headband, bobby pins and a low ponytail.

"Dev, can you pass me a Gatorade?" She nodded and grabbed one from the basket under her bed. I munched on my wrap as they all devoured their food.

"Charlie, you need to eat at least half of it," Joey pointed out at my wrap. "You need the energy." He wrapped his arms round me as I shoveled the last bits into my mouth.

As the guys dispose of our meal, Dev and I change into leggings and sweaters to wear to and from the show. Checking the time, we panic. Leaving Brian in the guys' dorm, the three of us race a few blocks to the theatre. The wind was sharp and the air was cold as we towed our things.

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