Bubble Wrap Boy (Joe Sugg) *On Hold*

Chapter 6

It's been really awkward around Joe for some reason. After the day in town he's barely spoken two words to me. Like for instance, yesterday I needed to go and get supplies for school which is tomorrow so I asked Alfie and he already had plans and told me to get Joe to take me and when I asked him all I got was a "no" and that was the end of that.

I ended up taking the train but still, it'd be nice to know what I've done wrong. As far as I know, he's completely fine around the others so it's not one of his 'moods' Zoe was telling me about.

"Hey Vi, Alfie and I are going to run some errands and do some shopping and we'll probably be awhile. Joe's here so you won't be home by yourself. Is there anything you need?"

"Uh nah I think I'm right," I smiled and then a thought came to my head. "Hey, where's Marcus, I haven't seen him for a couple of days."

"Oh you didn't know? Marcus left for America early in the morning yesterday for some interview thing. We didn't wake you because it was some ridiculous hour in the morning, but I thought someone would've told you? Joe maybe?"

"Your brother and I aren't really on speaking terms at the moment," I said, looking her in the eyes.

"Oh, how come?" She queried.

"That's the thing, I have no idea. He just won't speak to me."

"Well maybe today you can confront him about it, he gets distant sometimes. But anyway, I really have to go now. Good luck hun," she said and sent me a smile before backing out of my room and down the stairs.

Just talk to him Viola.

What's the worst that can go wrong?

"Go away."

"No."

"Viola, go away." Joe finally looked at me, shifting his gaze away from his phone.

"Not until you tell me why I'm suddenly not important enough to acknowledge."

"Fine. You're annoying and clingy," he replied, a blank look on his face. My stomach dropped when I heard those words come out of his mouth and when I didn't reply he shifted his eyes back to his phone. "Shut the door on your way out."

Just to annoy him and make a point of myself, I didn't shut the door.

"Fucking hell Viola," is what I heard, followed by a slam.

"Asshole," I muttered before walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. Since I've already packed everything for school and the only person in this house isn't talking to me, I decided to make something.

I plugged my phone into the dock that was on the bench and put on Numb by Linkin Park. Singing along to the relevant lyrics I began putting ingredients together to make something that would hopefully resemble a sponge cake.

When I put the 'cake' into the oven a familiar song came on. It was Not About Angels by Birdy. This song held so much emotion, it was impossible for me to change it. Not long after I found myself dancing around the living room, letting the song completely take over my body. I don't know when, but somewhere throughout the song I found myself silently crying.

"I thought you didn't dance."

"Holy fuck Joe, what're you trying to do, give me a heart attack? How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough. Why did you tell me you couldn't dance? You obviously can," Joe said, moving to stand near the couch.

"Why does it matter? It's not like you care anyway," I replied grimly, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Right, yeah. Of course I don't," he mutters, too quiet for me to hear.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. You're right, I don't care. I just came to tell you your music was too loud so if you could turn it down that'd be great," he said with a look of slight annoyance.

"Of course, whatever you want Joe," I say sarcastically, walking over to the dock and purposely turning it up louder as another song came on.

"Fucking hell Viola," he snaps.

"You seem to be saying that a lot today," I reply smugly. I pull my phone out of the dock, about to check a few messages.

"Because you're annoying," he retorts.

"You seem to be saying that a lot too, be more original Joe," I respond, a smirk making it's way onto my face and I cross my arms.

"Fine, how about this. I want you to stop walking around like you own this place. I want you to stop pretending to be this perfect, innocent person when I know what you were like. Sorry I mean what you are like."

"Fuck Joe, I've been here what, four days? And you already think you know me and who I am and what I've done. Newsflash, you have no idea. You have no idea what I've dealt with and for a 17 year old, I've dealt with a damn lot. Get your head out of your ass, I can't believe I actually liked you." I mumble the last part.

"You didn't let me finish; most of all, I want you to leave. Things were fine before you came." How he managed to say all of this with no emotion or anything in his voice is beyond me.

"What in Christ's sake is going on here?" I only just noticed Alfie and Zoe standing there, shock and anger evident on both their faces.

"Nothing, I was just leaving. I'm smart enough to know when I'm not wanted here," I say sharply and I shoot the harshest look towards Joe before I begin to head to the door. I almost make it when a hand grabs my arm.

"No Vi, Joe was just leaving," Alfie said, with more anger in his voice than I'd ever heard.

"Fine by me," the 22 year old snapped, before walking to the door, opening it and slamming it in the process.

That was the moment where I burst into tears, not caring that two of the last people I ever wanted to see me like this were present.

"Vi," a soothing voice came from beside me. I didn't say anything, just shook my head and headed towards the staircase but not before taking a glance behind me. Alfie was seething and Zoe just looked heartbroken.

I did this.

Joe walked out because of me, Alfie looked like he was about to explode because of me and Zoe looked like she could burst into tears any moment now because of me.

I couldn't stay here. If I leave Joe will come back, Alfie and Zoe would be happier and by then Marcus would be arriving back.

They'd have their lives back.

But where would I go?