Little Things Change (A SkyDoesMinecraft and DeadloxMC Fanfic)

Chapter 2- The Guys

I laugh, sitting at the computer. The recorded voice of Adam screams angrily as he and his friends lose the game. I've been watching his videos, and each and every one of them so far has made me at the least crack a slight smile or intrigue me.

I've watched them all from the beginning. Right now, I'm in the middle of a video called Minecract Mini-Game: Creeper Soccer from about 8 months ago. The video comes to a close and Adam does his signature outro before the screen fades black. I smile to myself. I can't believe this guy's my brother.

The next video's thumbnail isn't like the others. It's simply a picture of what you'd see walking around the lobby of his server. The title of the video is called Real Talk. I click it, curiosity edging at me. The video starts, saying it's a recording from an 18+ Live-stream at one in the morning.

I'm kind of worried now. I continue watching, and as I get farther and farther into the video, I start tearing up. Then after a few minutes those tears spill over. Oh god. After the video ends, I just sit in my chair and lean back, staring at the ceiling.

I take a deep breath, going back to the computer and clicking the next video. I continue watching, but as I do, my thoughts keep flitting back to Adam's video.

It's about four in the morning, and that's my emotional part of the night. 2-6 in the morning is when I used to cut, and when I was bulimic, purged. I pause the video. I don't sleep usually. When I do, it's every nine to ten days, just to let my body go into REM so I don't die.

I just want you guys happy, like, that's my whole goal on YouTube, that's everything to me. And I owe you guys everything, because I would not be here, without you guys. The line echos through my head.

I sigh and continue watching. Time flies by. Four-thirty. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Eight-thirty. I hear movement outside and pull out my headphones, and hear footsteps going down the stairs. I finish the vid and close my computer.

I walk over to my dresser, pulling out a t-shirt I got off of Hot Topic. It's a black TFIOS sleeveless with a galaxy design behind a quote from the book.

Some infinities are larger than other infinities.

Then I pull on some shorts and my cuff and studs, putting some bracelets on as well. I have an intricate way of putting my hair up on rare occasions. Since the guys are coming over, why not?

I brush my hair to the best of my ability. I get so many knots, it's not even funny. I leave my bang alone, letting it arch down across my forehead. Then I braid strands on either side and wrap them around the ponytail in the back, securing them with a second band.

I apply a bit of concealer to cover up acne scars from ninth and tenth grade, and then a tiny bit of eyeliner and brown mascara. I'm trying to be as neutral as possible color-wise.

Once I'm done, I head out of my room and down the stairs heading into the kitchen.

Adam is the only one in there, pulling a box of Cheerios out of the cabinet. He has a yellowish-tan t-shirt on and grey plaid sweatpants. His hair is kinda puffed up and super tangled.

I can't help but laugh.

He turns around with a confused look. "Wut," he asks weirdly.

I laugh harder. "Y-your h-hair," I say, struggling to take in air.

He pulls a face that makes him look half-armadillo, half-owl. "Stahp it," he says.

I take deep breaths and calm myself down, going and pulling out a bowl and some milk. "I've been watching your old videos for the past few days," I say casually.