roia jean king
i groan, fluttering my eyes open. the stinging feeling coating my irises and a bitter taste in my mouth.
"david?" i mumble out as i attempt to lift myself off of the bed.
"hey baby, i'm here. i'm here." i feel him sit next to me, helping me sit up against the wall.
"my glasses?" i ask, feeling around the side table.
"here." i hear liz say.
she places them on my face and my blurry vision clears slightly.
"diazepam." i groan, sticking my tongue out.
"umm...are you okay?" david chuckles, running his fingers through my hair.
"she's recalling the side effects and guessing what kind of sedative they gave her. she does it anytime she's given medication." i hear tom say and i see him, harrison, and matt bringing in plates of food.
"what-"
"i knew you'd be hungry. so we all went out and got you food. welcome to our weekly dinner. welcome matt and david, first timer and second timer." tom bows mockingly as he set the serving plates onto the bed.
"and, here. ice." matt smiles as he hands over a glass of my favorite kind of ice.
"guys..." i pout, leaning my head on david's shoulder.
"ah ah ah. eat." liz stops me, shoving a chicken nugget into my mouth.
i groan, chewing the warm crispy bit of chicken.
"i love you guys." i choke out through a mouthful of chicken nugget, making everyone chuckle.
"we love you too." david says, kissing the side of my head.
"well...eat. i don't wanna eat alone." i motion towards the food and everyone digs into it.
we spend the rest of the night, eating and laughing. completely forgetting the events happening a few hours prior. and for a moment, i finally felt as though everyone was at peace. as if my life had finally calmed down. but of course, this is no movie. these are david's vlogs.
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tom and i sat on the floor in my room, our books cracked open and a bowl of grapes between us.
"hey, do you wanna get some food? i'm kinda hungry." i sigh, sliding my books over.
"yeah whatever." he mumbles, not looking up from his books.
"hellooooo. earth to tom?"
"i said whatever, ro." he sighs, raising his eyebrows at me.
"okay, what the hell is up with you? you've barely spoken to me last week and now that we're hanging out, you're being a div."
"a div?"
"yeah. i picked up on your slang."
"if anyone's being a div, it's your stupid boytoy." he mumbles, roughly flipping the page in his textbook.
"wait wait wait. i thought you two were at least civil with each other? i thought we were over this! i mean easter was beautiful. we had the best weekly dinner last week. everything was fine!"
he scoffs, throwing his notebook closed and standing up.
"he didn't even know you had anxiety, ro! he had no clue! he didn't know your favorite foods. i mean come on! this guys a total flake!"
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paranoia // david dobrik
Fanfiction"what was the question? why'd you point at me?" "don't worry about it davey boy. it wasn't a big deal." "if it wasn't a big deal then why can't you tell me." "what do you take me for, davey? some kind of rule breaker?" ***** [COMPLETED]
