Listen to "I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead" by Set it off for this chapter, trust me. I'm a doctor.
Chapter 1, *no title...suck it*
Preston slammed his hand against the desk. He glanced at the clock, 5:30 AM. Groaning and stumbling out of bed, he grabbed his phone, and dialed up Sarah's number once again, praying that she would pick up.
"Preston?" she answered after two rings, sounding exhausted.
"Five days Sarah. Five fucking days. I don't know what to do!" Sarah understood perfectly, the gamer called her every night, unable to sit still, let alone fall asleep. Was he tired? One way or the other his body refused sleep, and he couldn't do anything about it. Fans have begun noticing his lack of focus, stumbling over thoughts, and it had become quite the noticeable issue.
"Preston, you really have to get this worked out, I'm really worried."
"You think I would if I could?" He grumbled back.
"Look, I'm coming over tomorrow morning and we're going to figure this out, just try to sleep, please." she finished, sounding quieter and more serious.
"I'll try Sarah, love you." she sighed and hung up. Did he want to face this? How long would he last like this?
(Time skip because Peter Capaldi is awesome)
"You look really tired Preston."
"No shit, Sherlock." the boy mumbled. She gave him a disapproving look and he sighed in response, sprawling across the couch. "Sorry, I just...feel like crap."
"Its fine, you've got to see a doctor (a/n doctor? doctor who?) about this though." Something broke inside of him with that statement. He realized it was that bad...He was sick.
"It smells like something crawled in here, had a family, and they all died." Sarah laughed a bit, lightening the mood. He laughed along with her, but the distressed look never left his face.
"How are the guys?" she asked.
"Haven't talked to them for a while, can't exactly record, I don't want them freaking out." he replied, as if he'd planned it. She stared at him for a few seconds, thinking.
"Come on," She said, grabbing my hand. "We're gonna get this fixed." she said, dragging me out to her car.
"You don't have to drive Sarah."
"There is no way I'm letting you even touch this steering wheel." she said with a laugh.
(Time skip because I have a problem and I really love time skipsssssss)
While the two sat around, waiting for the verdict, (a/n I just really wanted to use the word verdict...) Preston decided to check his phone for the first time within the past few days. 75 messages from Kenny, 189 from Choco, he stopped and thought, Did they really worry that much? His eyes widened and a slight chuckle escaped his mouth, 736 messages from Rob. It rung once again, making the boy jump, not expecting the volume of his ringtone.
Preston srsly please answer one of us it's been five days
Preston please
your fucking scaring me
just say something
He stopped and thought for a second, he couldn't just ignore them...Or could he?
Something.
I swear to god Preston you scared the shit out of me! Where the hell have you been!
Home.
goddammit Preston that's not an answer
Look, I'm sorry I scared you...I've just been really sick.
He shut his phone off, He wasn't in the mood for conversation, and he didn't want to fess up to them now. Or ever.
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So...it's a new fanfic...HYPE! Not sure where I'm going with this, but I can assure you stuff, as well as things will happen. (such description, much specific) Gonna recommend songs for every chapter because personally I like having something in the background when I read. I've been watching Bash and Cib's Harry and Hatty video over and over again, and dying of laughter. "you've got jokes coming out of your ass!", "Watch your language, fucker." r8 it 8/8 m8.
People on the Arkham prisons won't shut up about anal rape...I'm scared.
Bye!
*Third person-ified*
