"So you actually know how to edit?" Mark asked, watching over Jasmine's shoulder as she worked on editing her latest video. Jasmine nodded her head but her attention was all on the video in front of her. She clicked around, dragging files around the screen like she couldn't decide where she wanted to put them. Mark watched her silently. It was another one of those days where they had planned a sleepover but Monet ended up being watched by Anna so that left Mark and Jasmine to be stuck having a sleepover by themselves. It wasn't that they hated being alone together or anything, quite the opposite, actually, but that didn't mean that they didn't miss Monet when they did stuff like this. After all, that meant that when Jasmine was editing her videos, Mark had no one to play with.
"Mom told me that if I wanted to have a YouTube channel then I had to learn how to edit," Jasmine said, though her answer was delayed by a few minutes at the very least. She finished editing her clips and closed her computer. She could always just end up finishing it later. "So, I taught myself how to edit. It's pretty hard and I wish that I didn't have to do it but I guess I've got no choice." She sighed and laid down on the best, staring up at the ceiling.
"So don't do it," Mark replied, laying down on the bed next to her. Jasmine groaned and threw her arms out like she was making a grand gesture before letting them fall down again, one landing on Mark's chest. It wasn't hard enough to hurt him at all but that didn't stop him from letting out a grunt of pain.
"I have too! That's what it means to run a channel. You can't just stop. There are so many people watching you," Jasmine protested. They laid in the silence for a while. Jasmine stared up at her ceiling, looking at all the glow-in-the-dark stars and lights she had up there while Mark remained silent simply because he didn't know what to talk about.
"It's pretty quiet here without Monet, isn't it?" Jasmine asked with a sigh. She turned on her side to face Mark. That's what her world had been like recently. Quiet. Really, really quiet. It was too quiet and that was scary. It left her alone with her thoughts. Sometimes she wished that she still lived with her father so that it wasn't so quiet and scary anymore.
"It gets quiet when you're not around too," Mark pointed out like he was trying to make her feel better about it. It didn't help but it was worth a try. Jasmine was thankful that he was trying, though, she shrugged her shoulders and laid down on her side. She tucked her arm under her head to use it as a cushion, even though it hurt. Everything seemed to hurt a lot now. "Hey, Missy, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's okay. I just miss Mom," Jasmine replied, smiling at him weakly. She was an actress. Everyone knew who she was. She was supposed to smile for them all. She was supposed to pretend like everything was okay and her life was going well because if they found out that it wasn't, then they wouldn't believe in her anymore. Everyone who watched her told her that they loved how happy she was. She couldn't ruin that image for the people.
"You know that you're allowed to miss your mom, right? Mom told me that it's gonna take a long time for you to start feeling better about it," Mark said, frowning slightly as she spoke. Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, trying to look anywhere else but at him. "I mean it, Jas. It's okay to be sad about her. Mom said you're always going to miss her but it's gonna get better eventually."
"Yeah but this hurts. It hurts really badly right now," Jasmine sighed, not looking up to meet his eyes because if she did, she knew that she would cry. Mark frowned again and hugged her tightly, trying to pull her as close as he could to him while they were still laying down on the bed.
"Hey, that's okay. It's gonna hurt. You're allowed to be hurt. You shouldn't have to do anything if it's gonna make it hurt more," Mark said. He started to pull away but Jasmine started to whine and hugged him again, squeezing him lightly. Mark wrapped his arms around her again, pushing them up so that they were sitting up now.
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Youngblood | Lonely Hearts Club
Novela Juvenil"When something tragic happens, it's often said we lose a piece of ourselves. How far would you go to find these lost parts of yourself in order to be whole again?" She read softly. Her friend laughed and sat down next to her, grabbing her hand exci...
