“I think that you have something to say to Natalie”
“That I have a crush on her?”
[…]
“I’ll say like one main thing. 100 percent. It’s fucking weird but like, every time I’m with you, my mood comes up. It’s really weird.”
[…]
“I slept on her bed four times and I never pulled a move.”
“Everyone there was like, Ilya thinks he’s gonna hook up with you tonight and I was like, ok”
“But would you have”
Hesitation
“No”
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David sat in his bed, propped up against the dozen pillows he had laying around in his bed. The vlog was ready to be uploaded, Joe had just left. It was late, too late, as it always was around the time the editing was done. Usually, David could hardly keep his eyes open while the video uploaded, on several occasions Joe had to wake him up again to remind him of tweeting about it. It was at such times, when vlogging really was nothing but a burden for David. This time, it had been a burden too, but for other reasons. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, so instead he hit the replay button, again and again.
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“Everyone there was like, Ilya thinks he’s gonna hook up with you tonight and I was like, ok”
“But would you have”
Hesitation
“No”
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They had returned from Chicago several hours ago. Ilya had to have his wisdom teeth removed and of course, the only logical thing was to get there and film everything. The arrangement had been made several weeks back; David appreciated the footage he was going to get from it. In retrospect though, did he appreciate the footage, David asked himself. Sitting in pitch darkness, only illuminated by his laptop screen, he wasn’t too sure of it anymore.
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“But would you have”
Hesitation
“No”
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His eyes hurt from looking so intensely at the too bright screen and his ears buzzed from Natalie’s silent hesitation. How could her silence be so damn loud in his head? He knew that it was because it got louder with every millisecond it lingered. But why had it been so long?
David pushed his laptop from off his legs and sat on the edge of his bed. Now that the light from his screen was gone, he couldn’t even make out the furniture in his bedroom, let alone the walls that enclosed it. He didn’t need that though, because David knew that behind the wall where his tv hung, Natalie was in her bed. And behind the wall against which her bed stood was the living room, in which there was the couch, on which Natalie was too. Not literally of course. But he remembered so vividly what had happened there that they might as well still be there.
A lot had happened since then, but only two days had passed.
David had been jolted awake the next morning by the loudest noise outside his front door. With shock he became aware of two things at the same time: next to him one the couch was a very naked Natalie pressed against his own, also very naked torso, and outside his house were people banging against his front door. And wasn’t his front door made of glass? Wasn’t glass see-through? In a moment of reflexive genius, David had pushed himself a few inches deeper into the cushions, dragging Natalie with him. She was facing away from him and he couldn’t make out whether she had been awake before or woken up by his sudden movement. “What the –“, David fastened his grip on her waist when she tried sitting up. “There are people outside and if you get up now, they’ll see you”, David pleaded with her in a low voice. Images were swirling in his mind, of fans coming to his house, invading a privacy that wasn’t his alone anymore. With a single movement she was from her side on her back, looking up at him with big eyes, realization hitting her consciousness. “Fuck. We’re supposed to go to Chicago today.” And in that moment, it had hit him too. They were going to meet up Ilya and Jason in Chicago to have Ilya’s wisdom teeth removed and film the whole ordeal. Carly and Erin had volunteered dropping them off at the airport and were presumably the people outside. The prospect of getting caught by them was better than having some 14-year-old witness them standing up from the couch in all their naked glory, and so a rush of relieve washed over his body, but the situation was still far from ideal. For some seconds they just starred into each other eyes, both feverishly trying to figure out how to escape the situation. It got very quiet. Then, David could make out Carly saying, “Let’s walk around the back and see if the back doors are open”. That was it, they had a timeframe of several seconds and they realized it at the same time. The following action was like a frenzy of untangled limbs, hastily picked up clothing items, and the quickest sprint into two separate bedrooms. Their doors closed simultaneously as the indeed slightly opened back door slid open. David took a moment to steady his breathing, but a quick glance to his phone revealed that Carly and Erin had been right to bang so persistently against his front-door: they had less than two hours until their flight took off.
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The Best Things Happen When You Least Expect Them
Fanfic"Well", he said, shrugging his shoulders, "I guess there is only one solution to the problem. I'm evidently your only option, you'll have to hook up with me then." It was supposed to be a joke. It really was supposed to be a joke. In retrospect...
