The New Guy//roadtrip bxb

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so wattpad decided to delete this part straight after I published it. I rewrote it in less than an hour, so it's not edited at all. It's not as good or as long as it was before, or as I would have liked it to be, but it's the best I can do as of right now.

All that was left to do was tell the roadies.

Rye's POV
Mikey had gone home for a few days to tell his family that he was leaving Roadtrip. For good.

Whilst he was gone, me and the other boys were going to record and film a cover to put up on our YouTube channel. It would start to ease the roadies into him being gone, as well as give him a starting point to be able to tell his family.

As we were recording our vocals for the cover, it was starting to hit me. This was our first cover without him. We would never have another studio session with him. Ever.

Mikey's POV
I'd gone home for a few days to tell my mum and the rest of my family that I would no longer be a member of Roadtrip. I was extremely nervous to find out what they would all say. I had high hopes that they would all support me, but then again, what if they didn't. I mostly had a plan for what I would do with my life after, but what if they didn't like it? Or what of they didn't agree with it?

I guess the only way to find out, really, was to go in and tell them. So, as soon as the boys put out their cover of 'ME' I pulled it up on my phone and went to show it to my mum. 

"Hey, mum? Can I show you something?" I asked, knocking on her door. 

"Sure, what is it? One of you and the boys' covers?" she questioned.

"Yeah, but this one's a little different, and I wanted your opinion on it. Just watch," I told her.

And she soon found out just how different it was. At first, she acted like she would with any other cover. But when she realized, about a minute in, that I wasn't in it, her face grew concerned. I think by the end, she'd figured out what was going on, because there were tears in her eyes.

"Did you know they were going to post that without you?" she asked after awhile.

"Yeah, it was part of a plan me and the boys came up with," I said, nervously.

"A plan for what?" she asked, very confused now.

"I want to explain it to you, but I don't want you to be mad about it. Hear me out, please, because I think it's for the best." She just nodded, so I continued. "I haven't been doing very well, mentally, lately. It's been going on for a few months. I've felt down and depressed a lot, and just, really haven't been motivated to work much. I've been missing home a lot, missing you and everyone else. I thought maybe over Christmas it would get better, being home and seeing everybody. But, really, it just made it worse when I did go back to the boys. So, anyways, I decided that it would be best for me if I left Roadtrip. I know those types of decisions require a lot of thought, and trust me, I put a lot of thought into this. It's been going on since about October last year, and I really do think that this is what's best for me and my future," I breathed out.

"Okay. Why would I be mad about that, Mikey?" she asked me.

"I don't know. I just didn't want you to think or feel like I was throwing my career away, or something like that," I answered.

"Well, what are you going to do with your career?" she questioned, genuinely wanting to know.

"I imagine that once we tell the roadies I'm leaving, that a bunch will unfollow me on all of my social medias," I started.

"Right, well, they don't have to support you anymore, if you're no longer in the band.

"I know, I know. But anyways, I do think that a majority of them will stay and continue to support me. I feel like I can work with other creators a little bit, try to get my name out a bit more, and become a social media influencer. Like, start a YouTube channel of my own, maybe vlog or something," I was starting to get excited, just talking about it.

"Well, for the record, I totally think that's something you can do," she smiled.

"Thanks, mum!" I told her, hugging her. I got up and made to leave her room, let her get back to whatever it was she was doing before I interrupted her.

"And, Mike?" I heard from behind me.

"Huh?" I questioned, turning around to face her.

"I'm proud of you for making this decision. I know it took a lot of thought, and that couldn't have been easy. I'm so extremely proud that you can know and stick with what's best for you, without having anyone else influence it," she told me, smiling.

I just smiled back and walked away.

808 words
again, thank you to wattpad for deleting this part in the first place. sorry if this part sucked, but thanks for reading it anyways.
~Soph