The Editor • Hatfilms Book 1 ✔️

Chapter 7: Feelings

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Chapter 7: Feelings

I woke up feeling groggily hangover; my head aching so tremendously. Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was a familiar wooden table and some parts of the duvet. It was warm and the cold air surrounded my enclosure.

I looked around once more to see the familiar dresser and door at the end of the room. The wardrobe at the side and the door leading to the small shower room was at the left hand side of the room. I now realised that I was in my room in the Hat house.

‘The boys must’ve put me into bed’ I thought while sitting up slowly. I scratch my head to feel the wig I wore nearly falling off. Looking at myself, I was wearing my clothes from last night. Then, I winced again as my head ached like it has been hit by a rock.

I felt horrible and thought of refreshing up. Then someone knocked on the door.

“Marcus,” Ross from behind the door knocked. “Are you awake?” Quickly, I adjusted my wig and got out of bed. I patted the creases of my t-shirt while I walked in front of the door to open it for him.

“Oh hey,” I said with rather a very low voice than before (maybe it was the whisky).

Ross waved and said, “Hey Marc, Trott’s makin’ breakfast downstairs.”

“Yeah okay mate,” I answered. “I’ll come down, I just have to change.” He looked down at my clothes and understood.

“Okay,” He said before he ran downstairs and left me at piece. The door slammed shut with force by my hands and I sighed in stress. My brother wasn’t answering and it felt like he forgot about me. I ignored my stress feels and took out some clean clothes from the dresser and my underwear hidden under the pile of clothes I’ve bought. Quickly, I changed into them and brushed my teeth before sprinting down for some food. My tummy was grumbling and I seriously needed some foodies.

The food smelled nice from the staircase as I then entered the kitchen. Across the room was Trott flipping pancakes while Ross came up to me with two plates: one for him and one for me. I then wondered who was missing from the three.

“Is Smith still asleep?” I asked the two and Trott gave an answer.

He said, “He got really hung-over, more than you really.” Trott flipped the pancake in the pan while saying: “He doesn’t usually be this hangover and end up waking around 10 in the morning.” Searching for a clock, I saw one on the wall and it said - 10:09am. Did I slept that long?!

“I never woke up as early as that,” I chuckled at myself as Ross placed a pancake on my plate. “I’m usually fine and wake up at least 8 in the morning.” I sat down on one of the chairs and put my plate onto the little table. Ross then sat down after and started eating his.

“So what games have you been recording then?” I asked to start a conversation. Trott turned off the hob and sat down with us; with his own plate of pancakes.

“We’re carrying on with some SHATBlock; some more Gmod and sh*t.” Ross spoke as he gulped down his food. I nodded and placed a small portion of pancake in my mouth.

“I really wish you accepted the offer we had,” Trott reminded, sounding quite sad at my answer yesterday. In my mind: I really wanted to join those hooligans, but in the back of my head said no: it was going to ruin Marcus’ plan. The month was at its peak; only 2 more weeks to go, two more weeks of acting...

Just I was about to ask a question to the two until I got distracted by Smith walking in; moaning heavily. His ginger hair looked like wild fire, he had an unshaved beard and his eyes were droopy. ‘Definitely he was ‘not’ hangover’ I joked in my head as he sat down.

“You look horrible Smith,” Ross pointed and a slight chuckle whisked into my head. I saw the ginger glare back and then silently ate his food quite fast. He must be hot-tempered whenever he drinks then.

The whole morning, or so I meant as ‘late morning’:  we got ready for work and hopped into the car. Ross was driving and Trott was in the back with me luckily. I just hoped that they forgotten what happened last night.

“Oh by the way,” Trott started. “You and Smith looked very peaceful at the back last night.” He cheekily smiled and both Smith and I scowled back whilst Ross laughed.

“Hey!” Smith protested. “Okay... we are not gay!” I was silent after he just said that.

Smith carried on and looked at me, “And no offense: I wouldn’t date you if you were a girl.”

It was then I felt my heart sink. I wouldn’t classify the emotion as sadness, but less hopeful. Those words felt it stabbing each part of my body like death was waiting for me. I tried to ignore it, but somehow it was bouncing right back.

I didn’t speak nor make a sound as we pulled up into the private car park of Yogtowers and all of us got out quickly. Entering the building, I went up quietly with the trio and settled into my normal spinny chair and turned on my computer. I didn’t bother to see Minty – not that there was a reason: but I just felt that I didn’t want to. Hatfilms started recording straight away and the room was crowded full of swearing, shouting and protesting over their headsets. It did make me laugh at one point, but all of my head was focused onto my own screen at what was one of their Minecraft Hat Pack videos.

After editing at least 3 videos, I expected a knock on the door and Anya waving through the glass. I got up from my seat and entered the deserted corridor. I looked down to see her optimistic face in front of mine.

“Hey Anya,” I said and she replied back a greeting.

“Hey,” She just said and there was an awkward pause.

I stopped the silence and questioned, “So how’s it going with the new people?”

“Oh? You mean Christelle and George,” Anya sounded confused but then it ticked into her brain. “Yeah there great, got settled in. Do you want a coffee?” It was unusual to have her striking questions, but I quickly accepted and followed her into the small kitchenette. The kettle started boiling after Anya turned it on and started preparing two mugs of coffee.

“A shame that the two can’t meet Lewis and Simon at their first day,” I stated as I saw her pour the hot water into each mug and stirring it with a teaspoon.

“But they’re alright,” Anya spoke. “Christelle said she’s a friend with Lola and Pippa.” It took me a second to sink into the two names and figure who it was.

I said, “That’s good.” The subject finished while Anya handed me my freshly brewed coffee. We both took a sip and sighed.

We both laughed.

“Everybody does that you know,” I said and she chuckled over her coffee. After I’d finished my coffee, Anya put hers down and she spoke.

“Hey um...” She mumbled. “I was wondering if we should go out sometime? I mean like for coffee, not really fancy or anything... we don’t have to real...”

“Yeah sure!” I tried to be enthusiastic; with a bit of shock in my voice. “Maybe tomorrow at lunch? Sorry about the bad timing though.”

Anya gleamed and said, “That’s great! Starbucks then?” I just smiled and nodded.

“Ok,” I plainly said and she looked at the clock and said she had to get back to work. Before she left, I gave weak smile and waved.

Oh god... now I have a date with Minty! This is getting weirder and weirder?! Sighing, I lean against the counter and felt something vibrating in my pocket.

My phone.

Tissues were piled into my small pocket until I felt the device in my hands. I took it out and looked at who was calling. Finally it was him.

Caller – Marcus