Its Complicated

Sixième Partie

*Morgan's POV*
For the love of Pete, my senses are tingling. I sense that I'm being followed by that same guy. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, why is this creep stalking me? I'm just a simple girl.

I already doubted that Collins and Devan Key are near me or in Northeast Ohio in general. How can they be? Collins posted a mirror selfie of him and Devan in an airport bathroom, and I posted it on my Instagram that they're in Arizona.

I'm on the East Coast, while Collins and Devan are on the West Coast. How would they be in Northeast Ohio? Listen, the two guys following my friends and I look like the Key Bros. I have been so oblivious to knowing that the Key Bros are here, or I'm just very doubtful that they have the audacity to come here to see me and my Keyper Sisters at Kalahari.

Why me? Honestly, there's so many questions I have in my mind. But, why would they be here to see me? There's nothing special about me. I'm unique, but I'm just a simple 21-year-old girl from the Midwest. I'm not elaborate and crazy like Collins and Devan. I'm just meek, a nervous wreck, mousey, soft-spoken girl with a dry sense of humor.

My family calls me a bright, smart, funny, naive, bubbly, and clever girl physically. On the other hand, mentally, I'm a stressed-out, meek, mixed-emotion, doubtful, nervous wreck who hates her double life. By double life, I mean I'm a YouTuber, while I'm a girl who has a regular job I really hate.

On-camera, I'm just my physical personality. Off-camera, I'm my mental self. Even on social media, I take my mental thoughts and depression out on Instagram. Even though Collins and Devan like living the single life, I, on the other hand, hate it with a burning passion. I've been single for over two years, and I hate it so f**king much.

Even if Collins and Devan are here in Northeast Ohio, I still doubt it. I'm not going to believe it, unless my Keyper Sisters tells me to turn around.

The consequences are good and bad for the outcome. It can't go one way or the other. A bad consequence is Sogol and I's bet. I don't understand why or how Sogol knows about my high sex drive, even though I'm a virgin. That's wild right there.

*Collins' POV*
Looks like Morgan is being very silent with her friends. She's not like that in her videos. What's wrong with her?

From a distance, I hear her asking her Keyper Sisters, "Girls, can I sit down for a while? I'm starting to feel down about myself."

Dang, I better help her. I should've wait until we bump into each other at Kalahari, but I can't wait any longer.

Devan and I ran into Morgan's Keyper Sisters. They turned around, seeing and recognizing us. The eight girls became star-struck. "Ladies, can I help? Where's Morgan?"

Jen, who was still star-struck, says, "Um, she's right here. She's sitting down on the bench." Morgan raised her hand.

Becky, Sogol, Ersi, Brenda, Angelina, Jen, Taylor-Kate, and Alison stepped into two sides to reveal Morgan. My princess is on the verge of tears, with her hand still raised in the air. She covers her tear-filled eyes with her other hand. I ran and sat beside her on the bench.

"What's wrong, my damsel-in-distress?" I asked her.

She looks away from me, and asked me, "Who is this damsel-in-distress? I'm not the one."

I looked down, but Devan says, "Morgan, you are my brother's damsel-in-distress."

"Oh, please. I'm not one at all. I'm not even a princess," she doubts Devan.

Jen speaks up, and says, "Mo, I think you should believe who is sitting beside you."

My princess is frustrated. Her eyebrows furrowed, and screams, "WHY!? GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULD LOOK, JEN?!"