This is What It Feels Like (A Ricky Dillon Fanfic)

This is What It Feels Like

Prologue

(I realize I may have gotten a few things wrong in your eyes, but I'm mixing things up a bit)

I never really knew what to do with my life. My parents expect me to be one thing. My friends expect me to be another. What I want to pursue, they believe will never happen. That I won't be able to make a living from it. All I want is to prove them all wrong.

I want to entertain. I'm not sure if it's comedy or singing or what, but I like that category. My best friend Ricky has a YouTube channel, so I figured why not try it myself. For my feelings at risk, that wasn't the best choice. See, Ricky's videos are cool. They're spunky and fun! What most people say about my channel, is the complete opposite. I am constantly bullied for what I post, and for what I like to do. I just don't get it. I started my channel about three years ago, and have now reached 10,000 subscribers. I realize that's not much, but I used to not be that active.

Now Ricky is going away from college, at age 20, he was invited to California to pursue an entertaining career on YouTube. On the other hand, I'm still stuck here, in a crummy old college, without my best friend, and now he's miles and miles away. He was invited to live with three other guys. Apparently their names are Connor, JC, and Kian. They are all around his age. They've chatted over the internet a few times, and I've talked to them on Face-Time and other sites with Ricky before. They seem pretty nice, and they have subscribed to my channel, and claim it's good, they are just forming an all guys group.

Each one of the boys has around 70,000 subscribers on their channel, which I guess is a good start. All the boys are really funny too. There are two other boys in the group too. Their names are Sam and Trevor. They both don't live in the house together, but they are still part of the group.

Today is the last day I am going to see Ricky for a while. He claims he isn't ever going to forget me, and that he will visit and talk whenever he can. I hope it's true. As much as a want him to achieve his dreams, I don't want to lose my best friend. But, I'm happy for him. He gets to do what he loves. Make people happy. That's all he cares about. I'm proud of him for that. Who knows, maybe one day I will get to see his name on billboards all along the road!

I'm driving Ricky to the airport. He is currently at his parent's house, saying goodbye and who knows what. I know Ricky makes the right choice in whatever he does. Hopefully the next few days won't hit me too hard. I hop into my car and start the engine and drive away.

This is what it feels like to not know the future.