Grester!

Chapter 18

Chester’s POV

It had been almost a month since I had talked to Grace.  I had tried texting her once, but she hadn’t responded.  I had tried calling Mamrie, to try to convince her that I wasn’t a cheating boyfriend, but she had picked up and said “Fuck off, Chester.” and hung up.  

I had written quite a few sad songs though, I guess that was good.  I couldn’t go on social media, either, because I would either see a million pictures of Grace (which I couldn’t handle) or a million #GRESTER posts.  I loved my fans, but I just wish they knew what had happened, so I wouldn’t be bombarded with these posts.  

After a while, I finally went back on Tumblr, I started going through the Chester See tag, as usual. I love to see what my viewers thought of the videos, and it was nice to see that they cared enough to post about me.  I poured myself a drink as I scrolled through the feed.  

After an hour or so, I was feeling tipsy, yet I continued to scroll.  I saw a picture of Grace and I from a couple weeks ago, I saw that it was tagged grester, so I clicked on the tag.  Suddenly, my computer screen was flooded with fan fiction, edits, asks and gifs, all of various times Grace and  I were together. I went through them, liking almost all of them.  I even read most of the fanfction, and something struck me while reading them.  I was always the perfect boyfriend, and Grace, the delicate wreck that I had to save.  But that wash’t even close to reality.  Sure, she had the odd anxiety attack, but Grace was one of the strongest, most independent women I had eve met.  I also wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, the fans made me out to be.  

I kept scrolling, liking practically every post I encountered.  I’m sure that everyone would assume that I was “outing” us, but it didn’t even cross their minds, that I wasn’t doing this because grester  was real, I was doing this because it wasn’t.  I had screwed it up,  I would never get to hold Grace again, I would never get to kiss her again, hell, I would probably never get to hear her laugh again.  

Grace’s POV

I hadn't talked to Chester since the breakup.  I had been surrounded with friends for the past month.  Since the breakup, I had gone out with Mamrie seven times, with Hannah six, with Swike three times, and I had even hung out with Tyler twice.  Tonight, I had been left alone, and I was in desperate need of some solidarity.  I poured myself a drink, some mix of vodka and other random juices and water (Mamrie had come up with it).  I decided that I had neglected tumblr for a little too long.  I knew that I would be bombarded with #Grester posts, so I took a big gulp of my drink, before diving straight into what I had been avoiding.  

I scrolled through my feed, skipping through the grester post and trying to focus on other things.  Hartbig had died down since everyone had convinced themselves of grester, which wasn’t good for Hannah or Sarah, because Hartbig had always been their decoy.  I kept scrolling, only stopping to drink, after an hour, my third drink was empty, but I kept scrolling.  I landed on an amazing edit of Chester and I from one of our instagrams.  I liked it and clicked on its #grester tag.  I was flooded with edits, fan fiction, gifs and theories as soon as I clicked.  

By this time, I was more than a little tipsy, but I still knew what I was doing.  I scrolled and scrolled, until I found myself looking at about 25 different blogs freaking out because Chester had liked some of their grester posts.  One of them was even a fanfic that he had liked.   I couldn’t believe my eyes, was he just playing with them, or was he doing the same thing as me.    

After a few hours of Grester tag, I got into bed, I was emotionally drained.  Going through that tag had taken the life out of me.  

Mamrie decided to call me, about an hour later.  

“Hey Gracie-grace” she greeted.

“Hey Mames. “ I said, less enthusiastically. 

“You okay Grace? You sound down.” 

“Yeah.  I just was on tumblr and was reminded of… things” I explained tiredly. 

“Did you go through the f*cking Grester tag?” she asked angrily.  

“Maybe… yes… I know, I know.’  I muttered.

‘Grace, you know that they don’t know what happened.  If they knew, there would probably be people at Chester’s house beating the sh*t out of him right now.” Mamrie explained.  “You know that your viewers love you and will support you through whatever.” 

“You’re right Mames.  I just wish I could tell them, so I wouldn’t have to go through this.” I said to her. 

“I know Gracie, I know.”

A/N 

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