Mr. Brightside | Munchingbrotato/ Tyler Christie

Chapter Twenty Four

|Hope's POV|

"Wait a second." Jason says when I'm about to get out of the car. He hops out of the car just to come around to my side and open the door for me.

I blush as he takes my hand to help me step out of the car. "Thanks." I mumble, embarrased. He looked adorable in his little tie.

I hook my free arm around Jason's as we walk up the doors to a fancy new restaurant they had a couple minutes up from the campus. As we approach the doors, a lady approaches us asking if we made reservations. We nod politely. "Ah, you must be Mr and Ms Probst."

Jason smiles lightly and my face becomes even more red, if thats even possible, at the mention of the name, Probst.

"Here's you table," the kind hostess says giving us our menus, then she is gone.

Not much is said between Jason and I as we glance over the menu. The atmosphere feeling awkward. It wasn't until when the waitress took our orders along with our menus that we were forced to speak with each other.

I glanced around awkwardly, not knowing what to do until I noticed Jason sitting their, smirking at me. "What?"

"Nothing. I've just never seen you dress up like that before. You look pretty." He smiles, the words sounding odd coming from his lips, which I couldn't help but look at."

"Likewise." I return that smile. "So I never got to personally thank you for helping film that video today." I look down, avoiding his eyes. I was so embarrassed about tye way I acted during the video. It's been so long that it just felt... unatural.

"That's what friend's friends are for." I laugh, but my heart noticebltly sinks at the mention if the word, friends.

"I can't believe I closed up like that. It didn't feel like me sitting there in the video."

"Trust me, you did great. It's been so long since you made a video. It'll just take sometime to get used to it again. You are the one an the only GamingforHope," he smirks.

I giggle and state plainly, "Well if you put it that way..." He interrupts me with a large smile and a look as if he'd just remembered something.

"So... I see that you call your fans comets." He raises an questionable eyebrow. It's arch almost accusing me of something.

"That's a fact." I say. "And word on the street is that you just so happen to call your fans, stars." I raise my eysbrows right back at him, bringing out my inner enigma.

"Well then it happened that way for a reason." He sums up, and I realize how the two of us kept leaning closer to each other as the conversation continued. His lips inches from mine. I could smell his minty breath against my face, and I'm about to close what little space between us when-

"Here are your drinks." The waitress comes back with a tray of appetizers and cold beverages. Jason and Iquickly returned to our seated positions before our lips touched. He clears his throat and I mumble a "thanks" to the lady. She smiles, and walks away awkwardly.

"You seriously ordered me a beer while I was in the bathroom earlier?" I giggle, and open the bottle anyway as he does the same.

"It'll be a little treat for just us two." He winks and the butterflies I've grown used to return in the most pleasant way.

"If you haven't noticed Mr. Probst, we are not currently 21 years of age." I push.

"Well try telling that to the waitress, Mrs. Probst." He fires back, and the heat returns to my cheeks. I'm shut down just like that, with several drinks in my system by the end of the night. Well shit.

***

I wake up with my face caked with sleep deprevation and slobber. Groggily sitting up into a position that made me light headed, I walk, more like stumble, over to the bathroom that seemed so far away. Slamming the door open, I fall to my knees, not hesitating to open the toilet seat and relieve myself of whatever I consumed the night before.

My first hangover. And let me tell you, it felt fucking terrible. Everything was shit to me. The light irritatingly shining through the window, and the appsense of my roomeate, Tyler.

I was in my dorm, but I couldn't remember how the hell I got here, or where the fuck anybody was at. I take one last glance in the mirror, attempting to rub the sleep out of my eyes and once again failing. "Ow!" I scream when my fingers rubbed against my eyebrow. "What the..."

I get as close to the mirror as I possibly could, and see something I couldn't believe.

A piercing.

Two to be exact. Two little silver spheres, one above the other, on the side of my eyesbrow. But the thing is, I actually liked it. What in the actual hell happened last night.

My facial observations were interrupted by loud banging on the door. "I'll open the door if you can stop knocking so loud!" I screamed, done with everybody's shit. I open the door to see none other than Mitch Hughes. "What." That came out more like a statement than a question.

"You look like shit." He states bluntly.

"Yeah, I feel like it too. What's up?"

"Um, well Tyler and Jason aren't in their dorms at the moment, as you can probably tell." I nod, urging him on. "So, you see... the situation's not good."

"Get to the point Benja." I mentally roll my eyes.

"Let's just say that I made some promises that I couldn't keep."