"What is up my Buttercups!"
Two roommates, living in Chicago and both in the career of youtube, soon became best of friends. Even with the jokes and laughs, is there something hidden with them?
(I am horrid at Bios, and yes I made the thumbnail myse...
(The Chapters tell you who's Point Of View you're in and, unless stated, the art will be mine. I also don't know Smii7y's proper name but I'm calling him Lukas)
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Pacing quietly around the small room, heart pounding with adrenaline. Breaths came out in short gasps, body straining to get away. Tears dripped, rolling gently down the skin. "S-Stop!"
I laughed out, squirming to get away from my attacker. Hands trailed down my sides, tickling the flesh in it's path. My hands shot out, attempting to push the body above me, causing such torture. Wonderful laughs escaped his lips, eyes sparkling with mischief. "S-St-op!" I cried out in laughter, feeling an ache in my check and stomach. Laughs soon turned to gasps for air, coughs ripping out from what air I had in my lungs.
The male above me finally stopped, sitting on my stomach to stop me from sitting up. Soon enough, I calmed down, cheeks flushed red and aching. Quickly glaring to the white haired male as he grinned up to me. "Fuck you" I mumbled out, catching my breath still. A grin split on his face, finally getting off me, before helping me up. "We should go get some food." Was the first reply to me. Of course he was thinking about food. Quietly, I walked towards where I left my vape pen, looking to him. "I'm not that hungry." I inhaled the vape, slowly breathing out a cloud. His face scrunched up a bit as I did so. "Do you have to vape everywhere?" I looked at him. "Do you have to smoke all the time?" Narrowing my eyes in challenge, as he fell silent. I quietly got up, looking at him "C'mon, you wanted to eat." I spoke as we walked towards the kitchen.
After finally getting food for Smit, we headed to our rooms to our separate ways. It grew quiet very quickly, and my thoughts soon invaded, even the darker ones. Running a hand through my hair, I fell forward and onto my bed, clutching a pillow to me. I took in more vape, slowly blowing it out while thinking. I did this often, spending time just lay, thinking. I'll spend hours drowned within my thoughts, and no one but myself knew why I did this. Sometimes, Lukas will come in to calm me down, but he usually doesn't.
Hours past and I'm still lay in bed, an in scent burning next to me. The door creaked open, however I didn't realize. "Jahn?" I heard the familiar voice, barely turning to look at him. Worry had filled his eyes as he clutched a glass of water, walking over. "It's happening again?" I nodded quietly in reply. He sat on the edge of the bed, gently pulling me up even if I didn't want to be. Water was passed to me, gently taking it. Eyes were filled with worry while staring at me, making me look away while sipping the water. "John I'm here to talk if you need it." He spoke soft, like he was scared to hurt me. Nodding quietly, I thought to myself, attempting to get rid of the horrible thoughts. They stayed there, stirring around my head. I could feel Smii7y trying to comfort me, bringing me into a friendly hug. Friendly... Friends. That's all we'll ever be, and I don't mind that. Quietly, I leaned into him, just seeking comfort for the moment.
