Only a Mask // Cryaotic

'Sup?

The sun was just barely peeking through your hotel room's curtains by the time you got up to get ready for the day. You tossed your camera and a few ballons that hadn't been blown up yet into a drawstring bag. After taking a quick shower, you pulled your hair into a messy bun and plugged your phone in to charge and send a few confirmation texts to the bands you'd be meeting. After checking the time, you noticed that none of the action would start for another two hours. With a sigh, you collapsed on your bed.

Knock knock. 

It was six in the morning. Who could it... Ryan. The events of the previous night flooded your mind. Everything was a little fuzzy, and the fellow brown-haired Youtuber was probably waiting at your door, keeping his promise. You kinda hoped, anyway.

"Ryan?" You moved to unlock your door with a sudden urgencey. His lanky figure was indeed hovering outside your door. He sported dark jeans and a green hoodie, with his brown hair combed to look a lot better than the night before. The Cry guy smiled. "Hi friend."

Friend? You shrugged and leaned on the door frame. 

"Whatya doin today, y/n? Felix and Marzia went to the beach already. And Mary an Ken are lazy little fucks... whoops. Heh, sorry." He scratched the back of his head and studdied you.

"O-oh. I'm going to the Augustine Festival. To do band stuff." You replied with a smile. You normally didn't act like this around guys. You'd met hundreds of attractive men in bands; yet none of them gave you this kind of feeling. It felt foreign... and you enjoyed it.

"St. Augustine? Right right. The music festival on the coast. Mind if I come? I mean, if you're cool with that." Cry asked as he kept his eyes locked on your own. A male companion would keep the band flirting down. And he'd double as a filmer.

(**Aye this jazz is a little short. Thanks for the comments though! Wasn't gonna keep this going, but your kind words be pushin' me on. Thanks kindly, mentlgen.**)