Corbyn Besson's P.O.V.
My phone rang, disrupting my deep slumber. I groaned, forcing myself to open my eyes. I looked at my clock before grabbing my phone, "Sam, it's 2am. On a Saturday morning. Why are you calling me at such an ungodly hour?"
Ignoring my question, she asked another, "Corbyn, have you seen this?"
"Seen what? Just tell me later. Bye Sam." I hung up and closed my eyes. It wasn't even a second before my phone rung again. Seeing that it's Sam, I clicked decline. Then, I received a message.
Sam 😜 - You do know that I won't stop.
So it's best that you just answer it.
And my phone rung again. I put Sam's contact on do not disturb until 11 a.m. and finally closed my eyes to have a good rest. Try to call me now.
Jack Avery's P.O.V.
"God, Sam. 2:30? Why the fuck are you still up?" I groaned, rubbing my eyes.
"Have you-"
I groaned, starting my rant, "I'm a growing boy. I need my sleep. What could be so important at 2:30 in the morning?"
"Have you-"
"I'm just gonna go back to sleep. Night, Sam. And don't get so cheesed off." It was silent for awhile before she replied, "Cheesed off?"
"It's British slang for pissed off." I answered.
"Anyways, have you been on YouTube?" I rolled my eyes. She probably just seen a vine or something.
"Um... No. I don't watch YouTube." I said, hoping to get more sleep.
"Well, you better start watching it now. Cause you're in it."
"Okay. That's nice." I said, my mind still asleep, "Goodnight."
I hung up, loving the feeling of my warm blanket. Me? On YouTube? That's cool. I thought, not fully registering with what Sam said. Me? I chuckled, on YouTube? I jolted up, sitting up straight. I quickly dialed Sam's number. She answered, "So-"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M ON YOUTUBE?! I groaned, feeling my head ache, "Nevermind. Tell me on the morning. Bye." I hung up again. Realizing how fucked up I am sometimes. Nope. I just needed some sleep. And some sleep is what I'm gonna get.
Daniel Seavey's P.O.V.
"Okay, so you called Corbyn, and he hung up on you. You called Jack, and he also hung up on you. Give me a reason why I shouldn't hung up on you on 3 in the morning." I groaned, now realizing how much of a persistent person Sam is.
"You guys are on YouTube." She quickly stated. I laughed, "That's funny, Sam."
I received a message. I clicked on it and it was an actual link from YouTube. I rolled my eyes, This is probably some prank. As the video loaded, I realized that it was us. When we were performing from the last three weeks. My heart drop, "You believe me now?"
"Um, yeah." I cleared my throat, "But, so what? It's not like it's gone viral or anything."
"Uhm, have you checked how many people have watched it?"
"Um, no. And it doesn't matter." I said. Well, that was before I scrolled down. My eyes widen, "One hundred thousand?!"
"And nine hundred ninety four." She checked.
Zach Herron's P.O.V.
I was just having a good nights sleep until I got this eerie feeling that I was being watched. I didn't think anything of it until I opened my eyes and saw Sam. I fell off the bed, rolling onto the floor. I looked up at Sam's laughing figure. "WHAT THE FUCK, SAM?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!" She scratched the back of her head, "Calm down. I'm not deaf. It's like the whole neighborhood can hear you."
"You can't just come into my house in the middle of the night." I protested. She shrugged her shoulders, "I just did."
"How did you even get in?" I asked, standing up. She looked around my room, grabbing various things and inspecting them, "You left the door unlocked."
I sighed, "Stop picking up stuff."
I organized whatever she unorganized, my OCD kicking in. She raised a brow, "Anyways. The real reason why I'm here."
I laid back in bed, putting my covers over me and a pillow over my head. I felt a dip beside me, "Dude, listen."
I pretended that I can't hear her, hoping she'll give up and leave. But deep down, I know that it's impossible. I gasped as I felt the pillow removed from my grasp. She looked at me intently, "Have you been on YouTube?"
"Nope. Goodnight." I closed my eyes. I felt her presence doing walking around my room then stopped at my computer. I heard the clicking of the keyboard then a smash of pillow on my face, "Oof. Sam!" She pulled me to my feet and sat me down on the computer. I scrunched my eyebrows, seeing a loading video on YouTube.
"What is this?" I asked, scrunching my eyebrows more. As the video played, I realized that it was our performance three weeks ago. And it went viral. I turned my chair around, "Sam, what's the meaning of this?!"
But she was nowhere to be found.
Jonah Marais P.O.V.
I ordered another meal for Leia and I. Late night snacks are a usual thing for me. And since Leia was hungry, I thought I'd invite her too. We've been here since three in the morning and all we do was talk about different things about us.
"So what are your other hobbies?" She asked, taking a sip of her smoothie.
"Well, I sing, paint, draw. Does being lazy for one day counts?" I asked, playfully raising a brow at her.
"Of course, it counts." I laughed, "I decide to be lazy for a day all the time. Order a pizza, watch movies in bed wearing leggings and a large sweater and eat ice cream straight from the carton. I give zero fucks."
"Ooh, not to mention, reading Harry Potter and having a movie Marathon." I beamed, smiling brightly. Harry Potter is the best
"Harry Potter's my favorite!" She beamed, "Or the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. Or the Maze Runner trilogy. They're all such good books."
"You know, you're so cute when you fangirl." I smiled.
"I don't fangirl."
"You just did."
"I did not." She pushed on. I chuckled, "Alright. But, I'll wait for the day that you do."
Just then, my phone rung. I picked it up, only to see that the caller was Sam.
"Who's calling you?" Leia asked.
"Sam." I said, a bit confused at why she's calling at four in the morning. I answered it, "Hey..."
"Have you been on YouTube?"
"Nope."
"You guys are blowing up."
"What?" I asked, confusion bubbling up inside me.
"Check the link I sent to Leia."
"Uh, okay."
"What link? I didn't get a link to anything." The call dropped and Leia's phone vibrated. Leia took her phone out, clicking the link. I scooter closer to her and I smelt the sweet scent of her shampoo, which smelt of strawberries and vanilla. I mentally shook my head, Dude, what the hell? Why am I acting like this? She pressed play on the video, showing us our performance back in school.
"W-woah." I said, "Who recorded this?"
"I don't know." She responded. I looked at the viewers.
"What. The. Fuck." I whispered under my breath.
"You guys went viral." She said, smiling a bit.
"I..." I started, not knowing what to say, "How did this happen?"
"I don't know."
"Well..." I clicked my tongue, "Let's just forget about it. They'll probably forget about it in a month."
"I doubt that."
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