What did he mean..
We don't understand.
"You're all simply flawless." He said.
But we're not. We never were, and never will be.
"Please, tell us what you meant all those years ago." I begged, clutching onto the phone.
Static. Then a reply.
"It's sim...
^I didn't know about this song for a long time.. WHERE HAS THIS BEEN MY WHOLE LIFE^
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I'm probably having a PTX related gif or picture in every chapter.. You're welcome children! (Who may or may not be older than me).
Kirstie's POV
"Sh*t sh*t sh*t." Waking up to a familiar voice and a loud crash, I opened the curtain to my bunk and leapt down, hearing another loud and prominent "SH*T!" From Mitch.
We were currently on our world tour, our next stop being Vancouver.
"Mitch you're waking everyone else up!" This time Scott's voice shouted from a different area in the tour bus, hearing my small, barely audible thud.
I wiped away any tears that had streaked my face from the typical nightmares I had before walking towards the 'family room,' and saw Mitch running in and out, trashing the place with Scott on the couch who was watching with a small smile.
"Did he lose his phone again?" I ask, plopping onto the couch next to Scott. He nodded in response while laughing.
It was nice hearing anyone in Pentatonix laughing. Especially after the incident. We didn't laugh as much now than we did before then. Thankfully over the years, we've recovered from not even being able to move from fear, to laughing at least once in a while.
"I swear, if you hid my phone again, I'm literally going to kill you." Mitch threatened, earning a laugh from Scott.
"Well then, we know who to report to the police then." I countered, earning a glare from Mitch, who continued to question (more so threaten) Scott who just continued smiling as if he just met Beyoncé.
"Wait, since when were you two the ones who got up first?" I intervene in their small argument, Esther entering the room with a tired Avi.
"They didn't," She answered. "Kevin woke up first and practiced playing his cello 'quietly,' which woke Scott up, and Scott being Scott, woke Mitch up." Esther explained, grabbing a cereal box from our tour bus pantry.
"Who proceeded to hit Scott repeatedly, until they were dragged out into the family room." Mitch piped up, forcefully searching Scott's pockets for his phone.
"Where's Kevin then?" Avi asked, somewhat sleepy.
"Trying to tune Beyoncé." Esther replied, balancing 6 bowls in her hands.
"Well the real Beyoncé doesn't need any tuning, so tell Kevin to get his ass here." Mitch snapped. He was now diving head first into Scott's already messy suitcase.
"Before we do that, can you please stop searching through my stuff? I don't have it, I swear." Scott pulled Mitch away from his now turned over bag, which looked like as if Wyatt had played in it.
"Just tell me where it is!" Mitch turned to face Scott, who had two phones in his hands.
"Guess which phone is yours." He smirked.
"I thought you didn't have my phone, smartass." Mitch remarked, reaching up to grab either one of the phones. Which failed due to Scott's long arms.
"I don't have your phone, my hands do."
"Which are attached to your body and used to grab things and claim that they're yours or that you have something." Mitch jumped up and down, grabbing one of Scott's arms and basically climbing his body.
"First of all, whatever I'm not smart. Second of all, I am not a jungle gym. Third of all, since when were you so athletic?" Everyone laughed at Scott's shade towards Mitch, in which was still climbing Scott's body in a (failed) attempt to retrieve his phone.
"Give pity on the guy Scott." Kevin said as he came into the room, Esther now pouring milk and cereal into the bowls.
"But it's not fun that way." He pouted.
"It'll be tons of fun for me though!" Mitch exclaimed, now hopping on Scott's back.
"If any of you break your limbs doing this nonsense constantly, it's your own fault and would result in many heartbroken fans out there." Esther pointed out casually. "And you know how aggressive a fandom can get."
Scott and Mitch looked at each other for a second, freezing in place before Mitch hopped off quickly and Scott gave him his phone.
"Esther's saves the day again!" I exclaim, grabbing a bowl of cereal Esther prepared for us and dug in.
"She also wants to kill me apparently." Mitch remarks as he picked up a bowl as well.
"I put almond milk in yours." Esther assures. "And plus, we all know that even though you're lactose intolerant, you'd still eat anything and everything containing milk." She smirked.
"Touché."
We all sat in a comfortable silence as we ate our small breakfast, the only sound being the engine of the tour bus and the occasional clink of metal against glass.
If only we had known what was to come. The only small bit of peace we had would be destroyed.
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Short chappie, whoopsss
Didn't really know what to do for it, since it's just a filler (although I want every chapter to connect with the actual plot line.. Great job me, making things harder for me)
I also almost wrote Scoot instead of Scott multiple times, some of them being autocorrect's fault. And then there's when I misspelled a certain word (or not at all) multiple times and it kept autocorrecting to Meat (from Meat and Potatoes).
Ah, the autocorrect life of a pentaholic.
More shall be coming #soon! (Hopefully)
Little warning: next chapter will have.. Possible feels. Depends on how you feel about certain topics or how big of a pentaholic you are.
Some will think I just typed gibberish. Others know I actually said something but was too lazy to properly read it. And the rest will actually properly decipher it and understand and maybe freak out because... You'd understand if you read it
K BYEEEE
HOPEFULLY THERE WILL BE A NEW CHAPPIE ON ANY OF MY BOOKS #SOON
