Concussion •Miniminter•

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That little heart. That simple, random heart next to his name. One of small gestures, but a lot of meaning. Or, perhaps, no meaning at all. This is what happens when I let little things get to my head. But actually, last time I checked romance  wasn't a little thing.

I was sat on a little couch next to Emily, who has become one of my closest friends because of this trip, and of course because we were the only girls here. We sat there, chatting with each other and people around us, mostly about the sketches that were gently scattered on the table.

     I also got the rest of the sidemen to sign the sketch of all of them, which was good. And how I wanted to tell Emily about Simon, but there were too many people around, they would probably hear in on the gossip pouring out of my mouth, and spread it, and- yeah, I'll just wait.

     At one moment I glanced over at the door to see Callux talking on the phone, but I didn't know who with. I moved my eyes to the right and saw Simon, JJ, Joey and Mikey going at it at pool, probably being the loudest in here. I couldn't  see on because there was now someone standing in my view, I looked up to see my brother. I raised an eyebrow at him.

     "Can I help you?" I asked in a flat tone, not enthusiastic about his appearance here.

     "Scoot," he commanded while gesturing his hands, creating imaginary space in the air which he clumped to the right, which he wanted Emily and I to do. Scoffing at him, we both moved down so he could sit.

     "Thanks, I can really feel the love," Jay thanked, obviously sarcastic.

     "Sorry, but Simon took all the love," said Emily, shoving me with her elbow.

     "Oh grow up," I repeatedly slapped her arm, until she stopped. She scoffed, only it wasn't meant for Jay this time.

     "No, you grow up. It's so obvious, you two were totally meant to be," she defended. I was starting to get a little ticked off, but also a little happy to know that we were wanted together.

     "I've heard that too many times. This is more complicated than you think," I say, getting more snug in between her and Jay, remembering the little talk I just had with the boys. I looked at the wristband on my wrist that said 'miniminter' on it and spun it around my wrist, revealing the #7 and captain as I spun it more.

     "Phhpt, yeah right! You two will date, make love, get married, make more love, make little minier-minters running and live happily ever after," she summed up in one take. The only thing that made me let out a laugh was 'minier-minters'.

     "Oh jeez, just stop," I said, acting like that was too much to think about right now, which it actually was. I rubbed my eyes. I then felt very tight arms go around me, squeezing me like a teddy bear. Jay was holding me- no, he was suffocating me.

     "No one's gonna do anything to my little Bay. Unless I approve of it," I let out a gag, because of him holding me and the fact that he thinks he's gonna stop me from being with anyone. I heard Emily let out a giggle at our act.

     "Ah, yeah right," I simply said. He raised an eyebrow at me. I could tell he was trying to tell me something through the look of his face- then, it hit me.

     That party.

     "Okay, that will never happen again," I assured. Emily put her hand on my shoulder to get my attention, as I somewhat had my back towards her. I positioned myself to her, and she took her hand off.

     "What won't ever happen again?" She asked in a sincere voice. I sighed. I leant over to her ear.

     "Can I tell you a different time? It's a long story," I whispered in her ear so no one could hear. She nodded.