Clickbait, baby (david dobrik)

chapter twenty-one;

A/N: I feel like I've really been slacking on this story. I've been busy with school and work and writing when I can.. and I feel like my heart just hasn't been fully in the story because I'm trying to post as frequently as I can. So, I tried my hardest on this chapter to make it the best. I hope you enjoy.

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The day had finally arrived: my twenty-first birthday.

Well, almost.

I was packing my things at my apartment for this weekend. We were all getting on a flight tomorrow to head to Vegas and the Artic Monkeys concert is that night, the actual night of my birthday. To say that I was excited was an understatement.

I was going through the checklist of items I had on my phone that I needed to pack when Gabbie came into my room and slammed down on my bed, face first.

"Well, good morning, sunshine," I said, smirk on my face.

She groaned in return, which just made me chuckle. I continued to pack as she rolled over on her back to look up at me. "Will you pack for me?" She asked, almost begging me.

"Gab, you haven't even started packing?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

She grinned up at me and said sheepishly, "No?"

"Oh my gosh, Gabbie." I scolded at her as I zipped up my suitcase, ready to go. "We can't be late for my freaking birthday party."

"Okay, Car, you do realize that this concert is not thrown in your honor, right?" She asked, looking up at me now.

I smiled coyly and shrugged as I say, "it is if I say it is."

She rolled her eyes at me and leaned back down on the bed. Now, Jessi walks in and throws herself on my bed as well.

"So," jess said, addressing the elephant in the room. "The audition is today."

"That it is," I said as I continued to look through my things as I packed.

"How do you feel about that?" Jess continued.

"What are you, my therapist?" I asked, finally looking at her and she shrugged. "I feel.. excited. Nervous. Happy. Scared."

"That's a lot of different emotions," Gabbie chimed in.

"That it is. My analysis as you therapist would be that you have mixed emotions," Jessi said.

I have Jess a thumbs up with a sarcastic smile. "Good job, Sherlock."

"Sherlock is a detective. Not a therapist," Jessi said, holding up one finger as she corrected me.

Gabbie looked over to her as she said, "Should have went with Dr. Phil." And Jessi nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay," I said loudly as I pushed my hands out. "I get it. Today is a big day. Liza will be there. You guys are worried. I get it."

They just give me sympathetic smiles as I say and lay down on the bed in between them.

"You've got this, Car. You're incredibly talented." Jessi said.