Sleepless, a Poofless ff

"I'm going to help you."

Listen to "Crash" by Fit For Rivals... and stuff. (I'm so enthusiastic.)

Chapter 9, "I'm going to help you."

"We're home!" Jerome yelled as he shut the door. The three had stayed back at the pavilion for a bit, and it had gotten late quicker than they had expected. Matt trudged up the stairs to the bathroom, so Mitch went to look for Preston. At the top of the stairs he could notice the faint light shining through the closed door of Preston's office. "Preston, are you recording?" Mitch asked, and he could barely hear the response.

"No." Preston said simply. Leaning back into his chair, overrun with misery. Mitch opened the door, a joking smile on his face, although Preston didn't find it amusing. "Can you just fuck off already Mitch." He groaned, abruptly turning the chair. The older boy was taken aback by Preston's statement, pausing for a second before backing off, closing the door quietly.

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"WHAT THE FUCK VIKK?!" Rob yelled, his emotions a mix between anger and worry. The younger man jumped, knocking his head against the wall, groaning.

"Wha..?" He froze up. His gaze met Rob's hands, firmly gripped around his bare wrists.

"Rob..." Vikk trailed off, fear evident in his eyes. Rob's eyes were fixed on the jagged, red lines running along the other boy's wrists. Vikk couldn't seem to form a proper sentence, his eyes watering. "It's really nothing " he whispered, unable to look up at Rob.

"Vikk... it's not nothing." The older managed, wrapping his arms around Vikk's waist. They sat in silence for a while; Pondering whether to cry, and be upset, or yell, and be angry. Rob shifted, "Why?"  The one word Vikk dreaded more than anything. Why. Do we need a reason for the things we do, the mistakes we make? He choked back his thoughts, Rob's eyes searching him over, trying to decipher his emotions.

"I...I don't know." Vikk said, tears spurting free. How was it that he could feel such misery with no clear reason? He felt angry at himself. Attention-seeker. Pathetic. He wanted to stop thinking. Telling himself to shut up. Everything seemed right yet everything felt wrong. He could faintly hear Rob's whispers behind his thoughts. His thumb brushing the tears away. Vikk couldn't cry anymore. He didn't feel like crying. He didn't want to think either. He couldn't quite pinpoint if it was anger boiling up inside of him, but he couldn't seem to say a word. He felt frozen in place. Why? The words made him cringe. One sentence stuck out in his mind, as Rob continued, whispering things into his ear. Reassuring him.

"I don't care how long it'll take, I'm going to help you."

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"Where's Rob?" Jerome asked, cutting a bagel.

"Stayed over at Vikk's." Matt said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, making the other two roll their eyes. Today was Minecon, and the guys were up early. "Where's Preston?" Matt asked, reflecting Jerome's question.

"Moping around in his office." Mitch added, purposely messing with his hair in the hallway mirror. (A/N Am I the only one who can Imagine him doing this exactly?) Jerome had lost interest in the conversation, and hurried off to get his camera bag. In all honesty, Jerome wasn't sure how to feel about Minecon. He knew that he should be excited, but he was mainly nervous. Not nervous about the signings, or the fans. He was nervous to meet up with the other youtubers, as he felt so disconnected from them now. It had been so sudden, their entire group had cracked apart, and before Jerome could figure out what was happening, they were all gone. Adam's going to be there.

It was tough on him, looking so many people and having no control over it. One day Jerome, Mitch, and Adam were running around like madmen, living in the same house, doing what they loved together, and the next day he didn't even talk to Adam anymore. Enthusiasm for the once incredible job had been dwindling, and for the first time, Jerome had no motivation to record, and to joke around. Mitch pierced through his thoughts.

"Preston are you ready?!" He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Jerome heard a muffled response from upstairs, and hustled to make sure he had everything he needed.

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That's a wrap.

I just really wanted to use that phrase. So yeah, schedules for updating might be a bit sketchy for a while with school. Maybe not, depends. But I'm trying. I keep on getting ahead of myself, and sometimes I just want to write the ending, because my plan for it is huge. Oh and...ADAM, JEROME, WILL, OKWARD, AND RYAN FILMING TOGETHER. I FLIPPED MY SHIT. All I can say is,

there is a god.

Bye!