paranoia // david dobrik

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roia jean king

"rj, i'm going to david's to film, are you coming with me?"

"yeah, just give me a sec please?"

"one. okay you ready?"

i groan, shaking my head as i throw on a pastel purple zip up over the loose white crop top with rugrats characters plastered on the front.

"you're insufferable, king."

"yeah yeah so are you, king."

i chuckle, throwing my hair up into a messy ponytail and making my way down the hall towards the front door where matt stood waiting for me. i smile up at the tall boy as i hop around, sliding on my white slip on vans.

"you know, you wear a lot of white and pastel colors. you're like...the polar opposite of david."

i shrug as i flick a stray piece of hair out of my face.

"it makes me look more tan."

"you're a soccer player in LA. you're literally in the sun almost 24/7. you don't need to be any more tan."

i roll my eyes, pausing more a moment and staring at the wooden key rack, then grabbing my keys off the middle hook. matt grabs my wrist, smiling softly down at me.

"i can drive rj. it's cool."

i sigh, shaking my head.

"i'm sorry."

"hey, don't be sorry. take all the time you need."

my abnormal fear of driving had officially taken control of my life. don't get me wrong, i knew how. i had my license in fact, i just absolutely loathed sitting behind the wheel. driving terrified me so much, for no particular reason. my parents had officially grown tired of it, but not matt. never matt. matt was the kindest about it. sure, sometimes it annoyed him when i'd ask him for rides to soccer practice at 6am, but he never declined, and he never pushed me.

"you're the best, matty."

"i know." he sighs dramatically, flipping his non existent hair over his shoulder.

i chuckle, rolling my eyes at him as i slip into the passenger seat of the car. i buckle my seat belt as matt pulls out of the driveway.

"rj, listen. david's great, i know that, you know that. but don't ever feel like you need to act a certain way or do certain things because everyone else is or because david needs the content." matt says, taking his eyes off the road to glance over at me every so often.

i smile at him, nodding my head.

"i know, i've known david a long while now. he's one of my best friends and i know he'd never make me do or act a certain way just for his vlogs. and you know, i'm slightly offended that you take me as one of those girls who follows the crowd." i smirk as i swipe some of my peach lip balm over my lips.

matt rolls his eyes as he flicks the side of my head.

"not what i meant, butthead."

"sure you didn't buttface."

"okay now that's hurtful. i'm telling liz, natalie, tom, and harrison that you called david your best friend."

i laugh, throwing my head back onto the headrest.

"just drive, matt."

"yes ma'am."

after about ten minutes of awful singing and strange looks from cars passing by, we pull up to david's house. only about two other cars were parked in the driveway, so i had assumed david picked everyone up and drove everyone to his house for this makeshift 'party,' if you could even call it that. matt parks the car behind the tesla and we both stumble out of the car, and by we, i mean me.