WHAT AM I | Daniel Seavey fanfic

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Y/n: What's it's name?
D: Oh nothing.
He closed the laptop.
Y/n: Are you hiding something from me?
I asked as a joke.
D: No... Well kind of?!
Y/n: Was that a question or a fact?
D: Im not really sure.
I laughed and took the seat next to him.
Then I opened the water bottle and drank a bit.
Y/n: Come on tell me what you're doing there.
D: Then sing the Song to me.
He said smirking lightly.
Y/n: There's no way. Forget it.
Then I stood up and walked back to Zach and Corbyn.
C: Ew you drink that water warm?
Y/n: Yea?!
I said irritated.
Z: You're weird.
Y/n: What's wrong with warm water?
C: Water has to be ice cold.
Y/n: No it hasn't.
Z: Y/n. Don't argue with him. You'll lose.
Y/n: You guys are crazy.
I sat down next to Zach when Jonah came to us.
Jo: Yo Corbyn can you grab some water? Eben is not feeling good at all. He's throwing up
C: But the water is warm.
Jo: Eww. But that doesn't matter now cause he's really not good.
C: Alright.
He stood up then and went to the back of the bus, took a water bottle and walked to eben to his bunk.
Y/n: Can we help him in any way?
Jo: No I don't think so but thanks for asking. He just has to rest. Hopefully he can perform tonight.
Y/n: Oh yea that'd be a problem if he can't.
Jonah also went to eben then and I just sat down and talked a little with Zach. An hour later we finally arrived at the concert hall and the boys went in for soundcheck. Me and Eben  stayed in the bus.
Y/n: How are you feeling?
E: It's okay. Im like very dizzy.
Y/n: Have you checked yet if you have a fever?
E: No, actually not.
Y/n: Wanna Check it?
E: I think that'd be a good idea.
I grabbed a clinical thermometer and Eben put it in his mouth. We checked it and it was negative.
Y/n: No fever. That's good.
E: Thank god... Y/n?
Y/n: Yes?
E: Im sorry about what Daniel did.
Y/n: It's okay I'm fine. Can we not talk about it?
E: Okay, Yea sorry.
Y/n: By the way I've never said that but I really like your songs.
E: You do? What's your favorite?
Y/n: Lambo.
E: Haha okay. Can you sing it?
I looked at him.
Y/n: I can't sing in general.
E: Come on do it.
Y/n: You really want me to?
E: Yes come on.
Y/n: Alright I'm sorry for your ears. I'd rather cry in a Lambo
Be depressed at the chateau
Live off my parents' bankroll
I'd rather cry, rather cry, rather cry, rather cry in a Lambo.
E: Wow your Voice is fantastic. I loved it.
Y/n: Thanks but I don't really think I can sing.
E: You can so stop thinking like that.
Y/n: Okay chill.
I said Laughing. Right when I ended my sentence Someone came into the bus.