who needs to stop writing when you have a killer headache anyway
haha i totally don't
my computer screen is kinda blurry though so early apologies for any errors. i'll proofread tomorrow when i can remember something i forgot
absolute fudgecicles this is holy crap am i tired
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Ian's POV
"Hey, guys, we're on the news again!"
I skidded into the room just in time to see our faces flash briefly on the TV before being replaced by a reporter.
"-Famous youtube collaboration group 'Team Crafted' was myseriously knocked out of action when they all fell into a coma. The Team has reawoken and are back to posting videos on their channels, but no statements have been made on what happened. Here, we see our field reporter, Andy, who is at the hospital the youtube stars were in."
Ryan lowered the volume to a whisper and burst out laughing. "Ok, this is getting nuts. Their reporter is at the wrong hospital, and they don't even mention Connor anymore."
Mitch, who was leaning over a chair, rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, that's one thing I'm pleased about. We were already so famous before it happened that hey don't even care about him now. The less cameras being stuck in his face, the better."
"Dude, you do realize we make a living by sticking our faces in cameras?" Jerome checked. We all laughed, and even Adam offered a hesitant smile. He had been withdrawn and quiet since we got back, even going so far as locking himself in his room for a day when we eventually told him it was his alter that killed a few of us and how he did it. Adam still wasn't over the fact that another personality had taken over his body and that he didn't remember it, but he was getting better. We all were. No one had mentioned any nightmares, and we had all gotten back to posting on our channels. We had been signed on for a convention in 2 weeks, which may have seemed too soon, but we decided it would just be best to throw ourselves back into it.
Mitch gestured at the TV. "Yeah, and you notice we're the ones getting all the media attention. Wait, uh, what was it the talk show said last night?"
Jason practically spit his drink. "They said it was all a hoax so that we would get more popular, and that we had put ourselves into the comas on purpose!"
I shook my head, chuckling. "These are just getting more and more bizarre as time goes on."
Mitch's phone suddenly buzzed, and we all quieted as he drew it out and stared at the screen. He grinned and waved it at us before setting it down on the table and hitting speaker phone.
"Mitch!" Connors voice floated through the device, sounding slightly tinned.
He smiled. "Hey, Connor. Yes, we are all still alive and concious, no, the news hasn't broken into our house yet, and yes, you are on speakerphone and they are all here. Did I get everything?"
Connor laughed. Ever since his parents had taken him back home, he had called nightly to check up on us. It had originally started as a joke when Connor called every night and ran through his list, but now we all just gathered around the phone when he called.
"Yeah, that's all of it. I gotta go, guys. I forgot to call until now and now its too late."
Jerome chuckled. "Adios, Connor. Good Night!"
The phone clicked off as he hung up and Mitch slid it into his pocket. He stretched and yawned as he stood up. "I think I'm out too. Recording session with Rob in the morning, can't miss that." He cuffed Ty over the head as he left, messing up his hair. I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"I was working before the news came on, so I think I'll hop back to that." I said.
My laptop was still running on the counter in the kitchen where I left it. I slid back in my seat and flicked the mouse once.
The search browser loaded, and I sighed as an add popped up.
HE'S COMING
Frowning, I clicked out of it and went back to work.
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I feel like this was a really cruddy chapter
I'm sorry
