Not so Normal ( A Sam Potorff FanFic)

Heartbreak

"No" I say quietly, then look up at Ricky. "They will find out when they find out, but I don't want to just tell them. I don't want any sympathy from them." He nods in understanding before we walk out of the bedroom.

When I get downstairs I see the others in the living room. Jc on his phone, probably tweeting. Connor sitting with Jack (as in ThatSoJack, who I think is afraid of me after I went apeshit meeting him. Again, I'm a bit of a fangirl) making a video, and Kian eating. I'm not surprised at all.

"Hey Kian?" I ask quietly, not wanting to disturb Jack and Connor's video. He nods his head and looks up." Have you seen Andrea lately?" "Nah, she's on vacation with her family right now. Won't be back for a week or so. Sorry."

"Oh" I say. Honestly, I really need some girl talk at this point. "Im gonna head home" I say, trying to smile but failing miserably. Connor looks over to me, "Do you want any of us to come over with you?" he asks sweetly. "Nah, I think I need to be alone." I say getting a frown from Jc. "Be safe" he says as I walk out.

••••••ONE WEEK LATER••••••••

This week has been complete hell. I honestly have no idea what has come over me. Is this what heartbreak is like?

Sitting alone for a week? Ignoring your phone? Ignoring your family? Living off of hot pockets and doing nothing but laying bed?

I've also recently went back to tweeting on my old fandom account. I had only ever gotten a Jc follow, so nobody really knows about the account. I just sit there tweeting sappy shit. Pouring my heart out to 1,000 followers.

I've also changed a lot, look wise. I've gotten skinnier. Im not sure whether it's a good or bad thing. I've lost at least ten pounds, but I should be eating more. A hot pocket a day isn't doing much.

I also dyed my hair again, this time it's black with teal bangs and tips. I guess I like it.

I know Cici has let a few people over, but I kind of ignore them until they leave. I know I need to let out this bottled up energy, but I don't want to.

Today is the 8th day I've been in here. Sleeping, eating, bathing, showering. The same thing over and over, that is until I get a knock at the door. "GO AWAY!" I yell in a strained voice. "Ry, it's me" I hear a familiar voice say before the door opens.

••••••••••••

GUYS

GUYS

GUYS

LAST UPDATE I GOT 430 FOLLOWERS

THIS UPDATE I HAVE 1,200 FOLLOWERS

A RICKY FOLLOW A CONNOR FOLLOW A JC FOLLOW AND A TREVOR FOLLOW

AND A RICKY TWEET

AND 5K READS

OH MY GOSH THANK Y'ALL SO MUCH ILY