6 Hours ( A Nash Grier Fan-Fic / Features All Magcon Boys)

Chapter 9: Her

    The annoying vibration of my phone woke me up. I woke up for the second time today. Sleeping again made the whole thing feel like one big dream, as if it never really happened. The clock on my bedside table displayed 11:00 am. in bright red. The Magcon performance starts in 6 more hours. I wasn't excited. I didn't want to see him as anyone else but the boy I met last night, and I didn't wanna risk him seeing me. Because if he sees me, he'll see me as just another face in the crowd. I didn't want that.

     I slid my phone out from under my pillow to see a series of new tweets. All the tweets seemed to relate to one another. I scrolled down to see the oldest one. It was Jack Johnson.

     " some of the fam is leaving for good. Makes me sad. But hey they will always be my homies," it read.

I kept started scrolling up to see more of the tweets. It went from them talking about some people leaving Magcon to Magcon ending itself. Everyone seemed to be on different pages, and I was confused. I started reading some of the fan's reactions. They were freaking out. People were hurting themselves. I don't understand. I don't get it, they have a show in a few hours. How is this even possible? Is this a prank? A huge misunderstanding? A few of the boys didn't even seem to know what's going on...Then it hit me.

Suddenly I remembered what Nash said last night. I wondered if whatever he did about Magcon treating them like what he said and taking advantage of them had anything to do with all this. I don't know why, but I felt guilty. I felt involved. Involved in a huge lie.

I climbed out of bed and decided to take a shower to freshen up and clear my mind. The warm water felt nice against my soft skin. Taking a shower felt like washing off memory. Washing off where he held my hand. Washing off where he ran his fingers through my hair; making it feel even more like just an over night dream. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I stood in front of the mirror as the fog slowly dissappeared to reveal my face. I stared at her for a while, wondering what happened to her. I asked her, but she didn't answer. The girl in the mirror didn't have any answers.

I dried my hair and pulled out a light blue v-neck and a pair of dark jeans. I stared at her again. The blue in her shirt reminded me of his eyes and how the moonlight reflected off of his eyes when it got watery. He felt guilty because of what he did. He felt "like shit." I felt him while he felt that way. I left him when he needed someone the most. It was me. I was the one that lost him, so it's my responsibility to find him. And I swore to her that I WILL find him.