Concussion •Miniminter•

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     I took a sip of coffee, only to realize that the cup was empty.

     "Damn," I whispered under my breath. I got up to throw it a way, picking up Simons empty cup and throwing that away too.

     "Thanks," he said while I walked back to the couch, "what was the reason why I came here anyways?" He asked. I heard a chuckle from the bed behind us. I looked over there to see Jay wiggling his eyebrows at us like a child and I shook my head. Simon looked over and Jay quickly looked back at his laptop acting like nothing happened.

"You are such an ass!" I annoyingly laughed at him. He moved his eyes to look at me.

"I know," he said and looked back down.

"Oh yeah! You came to see the things I drew," I remembered. I excitedly went over to the side of my bed and unzipped my luggage, bringing out a thick folder of papers. I brought them over to the couch and dropped them on the table. Simons eyes widened.

"That's a lot," he commented.

"Yeah you draw, a lot," Jay added as he made his way over to see the pictures, running into the couch. I chuckled as I sat next to Simon on the couch.

I opened the folder revealing all the pieces of art as I picked up one; there were different animals, perspectives, scenes, sports, portraits and more. But the ones that always stood out to me were the pictures of the Sidemen; the ones that took up most of the time because I needed them to be perfect. The ones that always made me smile when I looked back at them or when I started sketching another picture. The ones that remind me of how much the Sidemen really mean to me.

I snapped out of my thought and realized Simon and Jay were sorting through all the papers. I warned them to be careful.

"Damn, you are so talented," Simon complimented. I thanked him and smiled. I like know that people actually appreciate my art.

As I watched the guys look, I noticed Simon holding all the pictures I drew of the Sidemen. I let out a laugh and Simon's gaze left the paper and looked to me.

"What?" He questioned. I pointed to the papers.

"You're only holding the Sidemen ones," I said. He smirked.

"It's just, I love the Sidemen sooooo much," he mocked me. I gasped.

"Wow! That is so- true," I admitted, starting my sentence about to defend myself but didn't. Simon smiled as he pointed to the top picture of the pile he was holding.

"This one. I remember seeing it in twitter, and this one, and most of these, all of these," he realized as he fanned out the pieces.

"I've put all of them on twitter," I said as an idea popped into my head. I took out my phone and snapped a photo of Simon looking at all the photos, "including this one." I posted it on twitter, adding the caption 'seeing the greatest artwork in person now' and tagged him.

"Ay! I didn't agree to that picture!" He accused me, but then nonchalantly took out his phone. From where I was sitting, he could hold up the fanned Sidemen photos and have me as the background. When I noticed he was taking a picture, I didn't know what to do at first but I soon put my middle finger up. Simon smirked as he went on twitter and posted it.

I looked at my phone to see a notification that someone tagged me in a photo, and he used the same caption as me. I looked up to him and he was looking at me, waiting to see my reaction. I laughed and looked back at the phone. I liked and retweeted the photo, as did 200 other people at that moment. I also saved the photo.

"So," I started, shutting off my phone and placing it on the table, "do you think you and the guys could-" my question got interrupted by the ringing of Simons phone. He looked to see who was calling, but it was an unknown number. He answered it anyway.

"Hello?" he answered. All I heard from the other line was mumbling, but Simon was saying 'mhm' like the person was explaining something to him. "Alrightie, I'll be over to pick it up. Okay, see ya," he hung up his phone, "they replaced the battery and tires in my car, I have to go pick it up now or else," he explained.

"Do you need me to go with you? You're gonna need someone to drive your car and the other car you take," I offered, but he shook his head.

"Nah it's fine, I'll go wake up Tobi and we'll take his car," he stood up and made his way to the door.

It was quiet, other than footsteps making their way to the door and whatever Jay was watching on his laptop. As he made it to the door, he spotted a can of Pringle crisps sitting there, and he took them. I shot up and went for him, but he was already half way out the door.

"Bye Bailey!" He yelled as he fully made his way out the door, slamming it shut. I chuckled.

"Bye asshole! Damn I just lost a can of Pringles," I said defeated. Jay laughed at me. "Ya know what," I aggressively said going over to him and closing the laptop.

     "Ass," he muttered.

     "That's what you get," I said back. I went to the papers and put them gently back into the folder. Sitting on the couch, I sat on something that I knew was a phone. I felt my phone in my hoodie. I looked behind me and saw Jay's phone next to him.

It looks like he have the Simon Minters phone, I thought. Of course I wasn't gonna give it back to him quite yet. I took the phone from under me and flipped it to see the screen. It was unlocked.
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What should Bailey do with his phone? Who knows 👀👀👀 hope everyone had a good day :) 🤙🏼
ALSO I'm gonna be tweaking the story at parts that didn't really make sense but nothing major, so watch for that 👌🏼

~Natalie 🤘🏼