chapter 8

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I'm sitting on Christian's truck, curled up in the seat on my phone. I can hear him mumbling something, hopefully not to me, but I'm scrolling through the follow request I have now. A few of them are normal names. The other ones are all fan accounts for the boys. And I can't help but wonder what is so special about them to deserve fan accounts?

We pull into Christians driveway and he turns to me after he takes his keys out. Now I'm scared. "Y/n?" He asks quieter then I expected. "Mhmm" I grunt back. "I- I uh. I wanted to talk to you about... last night." I heard him choke out. And now I'm confused and scared. "What about it?" I say hiding any kind of indications in my voice. "Well mostly the fact that you went to sleep alone, and woke up with a second person in the bed." He tries to joke. "You already told me why this morning. Now can we go inside, it's hot out here." I climb out of the car and turn waiting for him to follow. I watch him place his head against the steering wheel before jumping out of the car.

He walks up, slings his arm over my shoulders and leads me into his house, to his room. We sat in his room waiting for the boys and I ended up digging through his closet as he attempted to make a funny joke. ( his attempts failed btw )

I stole a hoodie and sat down. I looked up at him quizzically, "Christian, what is it about you that people are drawn to?" "What?" He questions. "I mean, why do you guys have like s whole fanbase? And why are they requesting to follow me?" He looks over to his phone. "SHOW ME" I whine. Why am I so curious about him all of a sudden?

He pulls up tiktok and scrolls through videos on Aaron's account, which I have seen, but on on tiktok, him and my old friends sent them to me. I place my head over Christian's shoulder as he shows me videos of him cutting and dying my cousins hair, of him driving amongst a crowd of their friends, and him being the center of attention at most times. I realized I was laughing and he seemed proud... kind of. He slowly turned off his phone and I sit up.

We both lay back on his bed and soon I'm asleep.

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