Concussion •Miniminter•

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I sighed in defeat. I can't believe I was so stupid to do that.

"Lets go, I'll tell Simon in the Lobby." And with that we left the room. Other people were leaving their rooms as well, because we were all leaving at the same time.

In the elevator I looked on my phone. Hey! Miniminter said something on twitter! I remember I would always look forward to seeing if he posted something new. I mean I still do, but now he's following me and has my number. This is all still so crazy to be true.

We exited the elevator and I looked amongst the groups of people. From the point I was standing at, we were at the top of three stairs that went down to a main area, so I could see everyone. I soon stopped my gaze on Simon, who was talking with other people. He looked up and around, and soon he found my eyes, and smiled. It seemed like he was looking for me. I then walked over to him, Jay going to talk with other people. I'm glad he's getting along with everyone.

"Hey," I started to say as I approached him, "um, I sort-of le-"

     "Let me guess, you forgot you football bag in my car when it broke down. Well," he moved his arm from behind him, showing his and my bag in his hand.

     "Dude! You knew, you sneaky little shit!" I hugged him then and there. "Thank you," I said. This was the first official hug I've gotten from him. His sweatshirt was comfy, but I could feel his hard chest under. He felt so comforting.

     "Awwwe, look at how cute!" I break from the hug and see Calfridge on his phone, smiling like he'd done something mischievous.

     "F you Cal," Simon chuckled, his face red, "here." He handed me my bag. I smiled and made my way through the crowd.

I didn't want to ride with the boys this time, because I thought it would be awkward, being in a car with all guys, once again. I made my way to Jay, who was talking to Greg.

     Greg was a guy who is also in the match, and who was also Emily's sister; he has a fair height, brown hair and hazel eyes. He has a funny and sarcastic personality, so he's cool to hang around. He is also lowkey hot. I stood there for a minute before Greg noticed I was there. He gave me a smile.

     "Hey Bailey you ready for a dank practice today?" He asked in a fun sassy tone.

"Only the dankiest!" I laughed. "Yea and I'm also gonna need a ride sooo-"

"Well I could drive you Emily and Jay if that's cool with you guys?" Greg offered, since he lived so close he just drove. I guess Greg spoke loud enough so that Emily could hear him, because now she was trying to jump on my shoulders.

"Afh- Emily girl chill!" I yelled to her as her dark brown hair went in my face. She soon gave up on trying to hold on and jumped down, now out of breath. She laughed.

"Well I tried," is all she had to say. I looked over to Jay, who was scanning the crowd. He soon stopped his search, nodded, and turned back to us. I looked at the door and saw the family of Youtubers and visitors making their way out. I looked back at Greg, who had a smirk on his face.

     "First one to the car gets shotgun." I returned the grin. I purposely pushed Jay and Emily over and ran out the door, them soon following.

     I'm a fast runner. I once did track at my old school, and I was the fastest runner on the team. Balanced between the two sports, I was pretty athletic. But also a huge nerd.

     I ran passed the crowds of people casually making their ways to their cars, walking on the sidewalk between the hotel building and the street. It was hard to find the Youtubers throughout the crowd, because it was an altogether type setting, not segregated; I liked it. The only one I found was Harry. Well, Harry's blue sweatshirt. I looked behind me, as I had passed everyone, and saw Emily break from the crowd. I ran faster. And faster. A grin on my face.
Until I tripped.
On uneven sidewalk.
Broke my fall with my hands,
and landed onto the hard concrete.