Fans || Chessa

7 - Lost

'I miss Chessa. They hardly speak on the vlogs anymore. I hope it wasn't because of us.' - harrison_tK

Walking downstairs, she checked to see if anyone was down there already.

No one.

Today seemed to be an antisocial day.

Well, it had been an antisocial week for Tessa.

Everyone had noticed, but no one pointed it out.

The only sign that showed she wasn't dead was whenever she came down for food or went out to dance (or wherever she'd be going).

Even then, she'd quickly be gone, slipping away quietly, almost as though she had never been there in the first place.

However, deciding that she'd avoided people for long enough, Tessa came out of her room to edit and for schoolwork.

Of course though, it was the only evening when nobody was around.

The team - other than Jake who was at set - were hidden away in their rooms, which was quite unusual for the group.

As much as she hated to admit it, she had breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that no human interaction would be taking place, at least not yet.

Ever since her 'breakdown' with Erika, it's been quite awkward between her and almost everyone.

Of course Erika had never told anyone about the way Tessa felt, she wouldn't do that.

Unfortunately for Tessa, the walls in the house were thin like paper, and the sounds of her crying and yelling were unforgettable, even if they couldn't make out what she was saying.

They didn't mean to avoid her, it just happened.

Tessa decided that it would happen.

She ignored her head that told her she was stupid for doing so because they were her friends.

She ignored her heart that was missing someone.

She convinced herself that she wasn't missing anyone.

"Fake it 'til you make it..." she mumbled to herself quietly in a sarcastic tone, placing her laptop down on the counter.

As she switched on and waited for the piece of technology to load up, her mind began to wander and her thoughts ended up becoming focused on food.

Laziness protested against making a cooked meal, so she decided on a simple bowl of cereal.

Some people would frown down upon having a 'breakfast food' at nine in the evening, but Tessa being Tessa, she didn't care.

She walked back over to her macbook, light blue bowl in hand, and sat down.

Putting a spoonful of cereal inside of her mouth, she began to piece together and edit vlog footage she had collected over the past three days.

Nothing particularly exciting had happened in the week, but she still felt an obligation to upload at least something, even if the vlog would turn out to be quite uninteresting.