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•Crowd // Alex Mercer•

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"Just stay with Steve, he'll keep you safe." Alex says.

"But I don't know who Steve is, why can't I just go with you?"

"Because they'll be pushing, to get to me. You could get hurt if you come with me."

"This is why mom said we should just have a movie night at home."

"Don't be mad at me, I thought I would be able to have a normal dinner with you for once."

"You're in a world famous band, you don't get normal dinners anymore, unless they're at home." I huff.

"Just stay with Steve, I'll meet you in the car, okay?"

"Okay." He gives me a soft smile before he walks away - and out of the restaurant, surrounded by security.

"Right. Which one of you is Steve?" I shout. Everyone who is left in the restaurant turns to look at me, and finally one guy raises his hand. "Right Stevie, let's get this over with so I can finally have some quality time with my brother."

I grab onto Steve's arm as he leads me through the crowd. However, by the time we get outside, the swarm of paparazzi and fans is so thick, that we can't move, although Steve tries to push us through, we end up getting stuck in the middle of the fan group.

I know this is probably something that Alex is used to, but for me, being overwhelmed is not a feeling that I can easily control. Nor can I control what my body does in response to that overwhelming feeling.

Unfortunately for me, the way my body decided to react, was to completely black out in a group of about 100 fans - who only cared about catching a glimpse of my brother.

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I open my eyes slowly, and luckily the room I'm in, isn't very bright. The shades are almost completely closed, and it looks like it's early morning - so the sun isn't too harsh.

I look around and see Alex, asleep, in a chair next to my bed. I look down at myself and see that my hand is in a cast, and my arms have bruises all over them.

I try reach out to wake alex up, but I can't move much, so I do the next best thing.

I look on the small table next to my bed, and see a bright green apple. I grab it and throw it at Alex - accidentally hitting him straight in the balls.

He hunches over in pain as I laugh my ass off. Eventually the pain seems to faux away for him, and he stands up - next to my bed.

"How are you feeling?" I can already tell that he feels guilty for whatever happened.

"Fine? I think. Why? Am I not supposed to feel fine?"

"Considering you got a broken wrist and you got trampled, I would say you do have a reason to not feel fine." He smiles and waits for me to process his words.

"I do feel fine. Nothing hurts that blandly, and I'm sure I'll be healed in a few weeks, so don't feel guilty. Cus I know you already do."

"It was my fault though." He sits down in his chair again.

"I'll forgive you on one condition." I look at him with a serious look.

"Anything." He stands again, gripping the side bar of my bed.

"No more going out when you wanna bond. At-home movies and pizza will be more then enough for me."

"Fine, we can try again, whenever you get released from here."

"Deal."

I hold my hand out for him to shake. He smiles before gripping my hand and shaking lightly.

"You know what I just realized?" I say out of nowhere.

"What?"

"I'm high as hell on painkillers right now." I giggle, which causes Alex to laugh at my giddiness.