"I'm drowing drunk in love."
~*~
Kian Lawley
People from all over the YouTube world piled into my apartment. There were at least one hundred people in my living room and kitchen, all with one thing in common. Andrea. My camera was set up at the front door, currently filming everybody walking in.
My plan was that I'd speed up them entering and I'd make it the introduction to the video. Then I'd actually introduce the video, then the video would start, which is why everybody was currently in my apartment.
Eleven minutes later, everybody was standing or sitting in my living room and kitchen, waiting for instruction.
"Alright," I raised my voice so that everybody could hear me, "I know this was planned only half a week ago, but I thank each and every person who came here for Andrea. She's lucky to have so many of you as friends and such. I wanted to make this video for her. She deserves it."
A few of them cheered, clapped, or whistled.
"As many of you know, she was a very important person to me. We had a history, one that I can't easily ever forget. I just want to get a couple of clips of each and every one of you saying something good about her, or a memory. Something that connects you with Andrea, that'd be amazing. Thank you."
They all nodded in agreement, signifying they understood me.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to make my introduction. So, you guys can just pile into frame when it seems needed." I announced.
I moved my camera in front of me and sat down on the couch. Everybody in frame, asides from me, moved so they were not seen just yet. I cleared my throat, then filmed my introduction.
"Hey guys, it's Kian. This video is a little different. I wanted to do something special for Andrea Russett, my best friend and the love of my life. As many of you know, she and I were in a car wreck and she was hurt more than I was. She's not here today, but I know that she's here in this room, in my heart. She's in everybody's heart. Everyone has a piece of her in their hearts. And I think it's about time we all shared how we remembered her, so here is this weeks video. I don't know it's title, but I do know that the description will be long as hell with everybody's social media links!" I forced a small laugh. I looked around, "come on guys."
They all got into frame and smiled.
I sighed and then cut the camera, "all right, let's go."
One by one, they sat individually in front of the camera and shared a memory of her.
"Andrea, gosh, it's been a while." Jenn sighed and played with her nails, "I was not at all prepared to speak in front of the camera about you. I've been avoiding it so much. I didn't want everyone to see my cry in front of them, not at all. But you're special to Kian, and he wanted to film this, so here I am." She sniffled.
I looked away from Jenn, I was behind the camera, but I still felt like I couldn't stand there and listen to her memory. I felt like it was nosy.
Jenn smiled a little, "remember when we walked up that dirt road? We saw the Hollywood sign. God, that was one of the best moments I had with you. There were so many of them though. This one sticks out to me the most though, I'm not sure why though. I just know it was amazing and I can't ever forget it." Jenn started to cry.
My hands shook as I watched Jenn cry.
Jenn continued, "we whined so much about walking. I'd walk miles with you Andrea, I would, just to be with you again. I would walk miles. I miss you Andrea, I miss your quirky self. You were always the star, the one who made everyone feel special. And I'm so lucky to have known you. I miss you Andrea, please come back."
I wiped my tears.
Jenn looked away from the camera and at me, "I'm sorry Kian, I'm done." She quickly stood up and moved out of frame and straight towards Arden, whom she hugged and cried.
Once everyone was finished, they filed out. I sat down in front of my camera and filmed the outro.
"We miss you," I whispered, my voice was barely audible, "please come back to us. I need you."
I cut the camera off and then cried even more. That was the most heartbreaking video I'd ever filmed. My heart felt so weak, my cheeks were soaked, and my hands were shaky.
I sighed and dialed the Los Angeles hospital's number.
"Los Angeles' Hospital, how may I help you?"
My hands shook more, "h-hi. Is Andrea Russett--"
"I regret to inform you sir, Miss Russett is still in a comatose state, I will inform you if anything changes. Would you like to visit her?"
I wiped my tears away, "yes please."
"Our visiting hours are from 6 AM to 10 PM, unless you wish to stay the night."
"I'll come tomorrow, thank you."
"No problem, anything else sir?"
I sighed and closed my eyes for a second, "no, thank you."
The lady hung up, and I quickly rushed into my room with my camera, preparing the video for her.
