Tuesday, June 18, 2019
12:34 pm
I was late. I am late. How could I have let this happen? I am never late, or at least I used to be.
I did the walk of shame down the halls of the office, my head hung low, eye glued to the floor, hands clinging to the strap of my handbag. I made my way to the editors' quarters, walking as fast as my legs would take me. Shuffling through the final hallway, I turned into the doorway, heading straight to my desk.
"Hey, you finally showed up!" Jenny snickered.
"We were going to start placing bets on if you would come in or not." Benjamin joked, leaning back in his chair.
"Haha, very funny." I sneered back at him.
"Woah, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Liam chimed in.
"You know what guys, I'm not in the mood for this and I would rather if you just left me alone," I said in a flustered manner.
Liam just put his hands up 'surrendering' as he turned back to his work, the others doing the same.
I got to work editing. My mind being immersed in the Maricraft video. I watched as Wes and Mari went on a quest as Damien and Joven stayed back to "keep the base safe." My heart clenched each time Wes's face popped up on the screen.
I have been spiraling into a dark place. My head just keeps hearing what he said to me on that one foul day;
"Maybe because you're a little slut."
It just keeps ringing throughout my head, never stopping, even for a second. It's been two months since I have talked to him, not a word since I told him to leave on that day.
I keep going back to the place I was when I was with the one before Wes. The darkness that surrounded me then surrounds me now. I'm always super irritable, I spend most of the day alone in the dark. I rarely turn on the lights in my home anymore and the blinds remain closed. I cry for a large portion of the time I am awake and I sleep the moment I get home from work and don't wake up until the next morning. I'm not very social anymore, and I rarely eat.
The only times that I talk to anyone are the times when people ask me questions or when I am forced to be in conversation, and I hate it.
The moment that Damien's face pops up on the screen, my heart flutters, and a genuine smile spread across my face.
Damien makes me feel like I am leaving the darkness as if I finally have some clarity. He makes me feel like Wes did, happy. I have had a few conversations with Damien over the last few months and each time we talk, I feel like I am in an alternate universe. A place where I can be myself and I am actually happy, where it isn't fake or an act. It is legit. Then as soon as the conversion is over, I'm dropped back into reality.
Damien has been my haven but, I still have yet to get close to him. He is a reserved guy and I don't want to open up either. Even though he has not given me one reason to not trust him, I still have doubts. The same thing happened with Wes, there were no red flags but we all know how that story ended. I can't just get past the thought that Damien is going to be the same as Wes. I don't want him to be and I want to get to know him beyond the level that I know him now. I like the way that he makes me feel and I want to continue feeling that way but-
"Y/N?" My train of thought was interrupted by the person that I want to be around at all times but the person who I want to distance myself from for eternity.
"Hey, Damien. What's up?" I responded.
"Can we talk?"
"Yeah...sure," I said as I pressed the save button on my current editing project.
The two of us walked into the hallway and Damien started the conversation:
"Is everything alright?"
"Oh...yeah, totally," I said with a smile.
"Really? Because I was passing by when you walked in late, and you're never late. Plus I heard you lash out at Jenny, Benjamin and, Liam. And just overall, you have seemed pretty washed up these last couple of months."
Wow. He nailed it.
"Well... you cracked the code. I've just had a stressful couple of months and I'm not taking it very well."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Damien said, looking directly into my eyes, as he gently touched my arm and something happened that I absolutely dreaded.
I felt a spark.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"This is going to sound kinda creepy but I checked your schedule and I saw that you have Friday off, and I just so happened to take the same day off because I figured that you need a fun day... So, I thought that I could take you out as a friendly gesture to get your mind off things."
"Damien, I don't know about-"
"It's not a date and you can't say no." He smiled and he took my hands in his and gave them a shake.
I don't know what made me give the answer I did. Maybe it was because I really wanted to go or because I saw Wes watching the interaction that Damien and I were having from the common area in between hallways, but I said:
"Okay, fine. I'll go with you."
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YAY A NEW UPDATE! So I finally added another chapter to this work of mediocre art.
Sorry that I was absent for a while, but senior year was quite hectic at the end of the year so it took up most of my time.
On the bright side, I am going to have a lot more free time to write and come up with a story plot since I GRADUATED!!
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I hope that y'all are enjoying the "book" as a whole.
I know that I am leaving smosh members that are no longer in smosh as characters in this fanfic and I hope that does not bother you guys too much.
On another note, I want to start having a "Question(s) of the Update" segment in these little end caps at the end of the chapters where you guys ask me questions about literally anything and I will put my answer here.
I want you guys to know me better and I want to know you guys better so I figured we could try something like this and see how it goes.
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emily :)
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