chapter eighteen ; oops

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Zach hasn’t showed up in a week. I’m still devastated but, my friends have been keeping me a bit happier. There were questions on Twitter, too.

Who’s Mer?

Where are the Grautumn videos?

Are you two still together?

Even I don’t know the answer to that last question.

@TwinTwo: I :) Don’t :) Even :) Know :) Anymore :)

I stood up from my computer chair and fixed myself. I decide to make another video for TwinsSing… I know exactly what to sing today.

I whipped out my guitar and recorded.

“Hey guys! There hasn’t been much content on any of my channels lately so here’s one. Today, I’m singing Half A Heart by One Direction.” I plucked the strings and sang.

“So your friend’s been telling me that you’ve been sleeping with my sweater and that you can’t stop missing me… Bet my friend’s been telling you that I’m not doing much better 'cause I’m missing half of me…

“And being here without you is like I’m waking up to only half a blue sky. Kinda there but not quite. I’m walking 'round with just one shoe, I’m half a heart without you. I’m half a man at best, with half an arrow in my chest. I miss everything we do, I’m half a heart without you…”

The song finishes. “Thanks for watching once again. Bye!”

I edited and rendered on YouTube. I hope they enjoy that…

That’s it, I’m going there.

I went downstairs to find Summer lazing around.

“Summer, I’m going out.”

“Wow, really? Finally. Where?”

“Zach’s.”

Her eyes widen. “That’s a bad idea, my dear sister!”

“He hasn’t showed up in a week! I’m getting worried here! I miss him. I know I’m being clingy but I need to make him explain. I’m gonna forgive him no matter what.”

She sighs. “Okay, fine.”

I roll my eyes. “See you later!” I smile.

Finally, I miss him so much.

I arrive there and knock on his door.

When nobody answered, I tried opening it and it worked.

First thing I heard? Moans.

First thing I saw? Zach. On his couch. With ‘Mer’. Making out. And he seemed like he was enjoying it this time.

That was the second time.

And to think that I was actually gonna forgive him. Fuck him.

I’m not crying. Not today.

He pushes Mer off then looks up at me, eyes wide. “Aut-“

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