Sleepless, a Poofless ff

"Incredibly."

Listen to "Violet" By hole. I'm still and will always be a doctor.

Chapter 7, "Incredibly."

Preston hooked up Rob's go-pro, a wild look on his face as he vlogged.

"Rawbieee!" He yelled into Rob's ear, making him chuckle.

"What Pearston?"

"I'm gonna teach you how to be a pro like me." He said, putting the most serious face he could muster on. There were some random people, Choco, Kenny, Caleb, Daka, Mitch, Matt, Jerome, and Vikk gearing up and arranging teams in the pavilion. Rob turned around and Preston had already ran off, and he was talking to his dad about something in the Vlog.

"Rob!" someone yelled from the pavilion. He turned around and saw Vikk gesturing for him to join them. Looking back at Preston he hesitated, but he was busy with his brothers, so Rob jogged over to Vikk.

He smiled and hugged Vikk, he hadn't seen most of the guys in real life (A/N Sp33dy's potato farm...in real life) for months.

"How's it going Rob?" Vikk said, grinning wildly. Rob stopped for a second, looking at him.

"Incredibly."

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Vikk felt a bit uncomfortable,  surrounded by so many people. He wasn't one for meet ups, but honestly it was still nice to be with the guys again. Things were pretty quiet at home. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand being alone.

"Are you gonna use a go-pro?" Kenny's voice penetrated (A/N heh..penetrated) through Vikk's  thoughts.

"Oh, I'm gonna set one up on my gun." he replied. Looking around Vikk noticed Rob at one of the tables.

"Rob!" He called, and Rob's head snapped around, Vikk waved at him and he seemed to think for a second before walking over.

(Shit goes down)

Vikk high-fived Rob, and Kenny came up from behind me and tackled them, laughing his ass off.

"DOGGY PILE!" Matt yelled, flopping onto the ground. Vikk winced a bit when his arms hit the ground, but he played it off with a goofy grin.

Eventually everyone settled down and started talking about random stuff. Vikk zoned out, fiddling with his vest. He looked around. Matt was talking to Mitch, looking incredibly focused. Choco, Kenny, Daka, and Caleb were staring at Preston's dad as he did something with the paintball gun. All the way at another table, Preston had his head buried in his arms, and looked exhausted. Then at the end of the table was Rob, tapping his fingers, looking insanely bored. Vikk slid out of his chair and walked over to him.

"Do you wanna come back to my hotel, this is sorta boring." he asked.

"Oh, sure, What's the address?" Rob replied, grinning.

"We can just go together..."

"Sure."

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Did Preston regret last night? Yep. He felt like he was going to pass out after a single game. Preston cracked his knuckles, and buried his head into the warmth of his arms, and his phone went off. Groaning, he grabbed his phone out of my pocket. Sarah. Oh god.

"You dick."

"What?"

Preston was completely confused, if either of them had done anything wrong it would of been her.

"Rob."

"What about him"

"I know you cheated on me."

"Sarah, I didn't do anything wrong, your the one that called things off."

"Faggot."

With that she hung up. Preston stared at the screen in disbelief. Just the fact that she thought he would do anything while we were together was enough to piss him off. He slammed his phone against the table, Getting a weird look from Kenny. Preston ignored it and stormed off. Driving home as fast as he possibly could.

Preston squeezed the wheel as tightly as he could, his knuckles turning white. He turned harshly, almost causing an accident, speeding home as fast as he could. Last time this happened, Rob was there for you.

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Went to Dinosaur BBQ today and ate an entire bacon cheeseburger. The thing was like a whole cow. No regrets. But an A/N is coming tonight, explaining some things I have planned for this. But I'm to lazy to write an in-depth A/N right now. Get over it.

Blah, Blah, Blah

Bye, or whatever

*Third person-ified*