Deep Breath | G.Dolan

Washington Square Park

I woke up the next morning and sat up thinking all of yesterday was a complete dream. I opened my phone to look at the time and it was still on the page I left it on last night. My twitter; where I did in fact have at least 9,000 more followers, maybe more. And lots of interaction notification things. I really don't even want to look at them...what if they're cruel? I mean, I don't have emotions but still! My grandmother telling me I look like a man is enough. I don't need thousands of angry teenage girls who haven't even gotten their period yet telling me too. I went into my contacts and saw the four new names in my phone book. 

"I'm going to throw up," I said quietly to myself. I went into Marissa's room and stared at her for a second. "I'm going to throw up," I said flatly and nodded my head accepting it.

"Well get the hell out of my room, then."

"That's it, I know it. I'm going to be sick." There was a second of silence where we just stared at each other. A good friend would sit me down and bring me a garbage pail. This one—

"Seriously, leave. I don't need any more fluids on my bedroom floor." I nodded, turned into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I sat down on the couch and ate it...I guess I'm not going to throw up. But I did burp. Marissa walked back into the room and said ever so casually, "So when are you going to let me meet them so I can fuck Ethan Dolan into a new generation?" I spit out what I was chewing. "Too soon?" I just stared at her and nodded my head.

"Well considering I don't want them to never speak to me ever again you probably won't be meeting them any time soon." I looked at the clock, it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Maybe I'll just go back to bed until they call or something. I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes for what seemed like a second. I woke up to my loud text message chime. I fell off the couch gracefully. At least I didn't stub my toe this time-

"FUCK!" I screamed as I stumbled over the table as I got up. I looked at my phone and my face went immediately from "I hate the world and everything in it" to smiling like a psycho who forgot to take their meds. Tongue hanging out n all.

Hey just wanted to let you know that we finished all our press stuff. Sorry it ran late. Ethan will text you the address We really hope you can make it.

That text was from Grayson but I got a text a minute later with the address and time. It was a hotel I never heard of...a hotel. Hmmm interesting meeting place. Stop thinking like that. Stop picturing him naked. Stop it! Oh no not Mike too he has a girlfriend and he's too innocent for your mind to defile. 

I got in front of the hotel and there were about 200 people waiting outside. For me? They really shouldn't have. I felt all their eyes on me as I walked through the doors. When I walked through, the man at the front who looked like the cookie monster asked me for my room key. I told him I didn't have one but I was visiting room 413. He had to make a call and then let me go.

I got to the room and my heart started beating really really fast and I don't know why. I knocked on the door and Mike answered. I just smiled like a reject.

"What's the password?" he asked.

"Well I mean, I can only imagine what kind of dirty word it is and I don't want to embarrass myself by saying a whole bunch of them so..." He smiled and stepped aside. "Hey," I said as I walked over and gave each of them a hug. I usually don't like touching people or hugging people or people hugging/touching me but I'll make an exception. An incredibly hot and bangable exception.

"Your face is all red are you okay?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, it's hot outside," I responded without thinking.