"Charley!" The deep roar makes my eyes shoot open, "Charley! Wake up! We have to go!"
Apprehensiveness and embarrassment coarse throughout my body, what a great way to start this whole thing.
"I'm sorry! Hold on!" I rip the covers off my legs and look at my phone, I forgot to take it off do no disturb, of course.
I continuously mumble apologizes loud enough for them to hear through the door and I rush to slide leggings and a t shirt on, I think that's casual enough, I won't be doing much I don't think.
I decide to open to the door as I'm halfway through putting my gym shoe on, so i don't feel like they're waiting on me.
"My phone didn't go off, I'm sorry."
They're smiles widen as the lean on separate sides of the doorway, laughs blow from their throats as they watch me rush, "chill out. We just wanted to scare you." Jack G admits.
I look over at them with an eye roll, we've been acquaintances for only over 13 hours and they're already pulling jokes, interesting.
I pull my hair back in a high pony tail and look at myself in the mirror. I wish I could look a little nicer without putting time into myself, it's so frustrating, but I grab my phone and bag without thought.
I pass Jack and Jack as they stand in the door and begin to walk in front of them, I hear the door close and their loud thumps of footsteps as they jog to catch up with me.
"Stop running." Jack G whines.
"I'm walking, you're the one that can't keep up." I say and bring the strap over my shoulder and let the loose bag land on my thigh.
They both let out light laughs as they walk on either sides of me and I begin to become nervous again. I hope everything at this place isn't too intimidating, I don't even know what to expect. I know about meeting "fans," but I think I have the option to get out of that. I don't have fans, there's nothing to fan over considering I don't even have another app besides Vine.
Remembrance clouds my mind from last night, I pull my phone out as I walk and click on my new app, Twitter. 5,829 followers. My eyebrows raise at the sudden raise just over night, it's not a lot but it's much for only having a twitter for only hours.
I remember the picture me and Jack took and look at all the notifications, all the people 'mentioning' me. My eyes scan over so many simple, but hurtful comments, why? I didn't do anything wrong.
I quickly slide my phone back into my pocket before I look more into it, I can't be in a bad mood. Not today.
Do those girls not like me because of the picture Jack took with me? Are they upset with me?
Is this how it usually unfolds? Maybe walking around and starting everything with one of the biggest acts isn't such a good idea.
