No one ever thought Bryce would end up with a girl like her. Obviously damaged, innocent, unattached to social media, quiet, no drugs, no alcohol, no addictions, very sweet. She was raised as a black sheep in a large, rich family in a small town.
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"Chase! No!" I squeal, laughing as he picks me up from behind, lifting my shorter frame into the air as we enter Alex and Kouvr's room. Alex laughs from the his desk where him and Thomas are editing a vlog or something.
I walked into the kitchen in Chase's sweatshirt because I stole it. I was cold, but when he saw it he started joking around and tried to get it back. So naturally, I ran.
"Help me!" I squeal towards Patty and Michael who are just sitting on a couch, Mia and Kouvr laughing from the bed with Nikita as I try to wiggle free.
"Hey!" Patty yells back toward Chase, jumping to stand up, "Let her go!"
"No!" Chase barks out, laughing too though
"Okay." Patty shrugs and sits down.
"Patty!" Everyone laughs at me as Chase runs, jumps, and twists in the air so that I fall on him into a bean bag. I notice Alex and Thomas' vlog cameras out as I forget my pleads for escape, laughing as we lay in a tangled heap.
"Okay, okay," Thomas laughs, his voice exactly like he talks in his vlogs. I always watch them when the boys are gone, because they're funny, and usually I just miss my friends. I love coming over here. "C'mon Bryce already hates me, if I let you cuddle with Chase, I don't think it'll help me," everyone laughs some more, as Chase moves me off him, standing up before pulling me up by my arm. They both turn the camera off, Alex plugging his into the computer.
"Is that your thumbnail for tomorrow now?" Michael knowingly ask Thomas, who grins cheekily and looks over to me. I shake my head, smiling, and as I walk over to the bed, I answer the implied question,
"As long as I don't get broken up with, you can put whatever in your videos." I smile, laying onto the bed with the other three girls. I nervously sit on the edge, keeping a respectful distance from the other three girls, but Nikita, who is closest to me, instantly notices, holding her arms out,
"Come here bitch!" causing me to cuddle into her, us hugging eachother. "If he breaks up with you, I've got you boo," I giggle as she kisses my cheek. Before I came to LA, or even before a few months ago, I would never have gotten along with Nikita, or known that 90% of what she says are jokes. But now I absolutely love her.
"Why is that like, the slightest bit, or a lot, hot?" Patty says, making everyone laugh, and I notice they're filming again. Oh well.
"Cause were hot! Duh!" I laugh laying on her shoulder. I pull out my phone as her and Patty start sniping back and forth.
I see that the video that Charli and I made yesterday is at like 68 million views or something crazy. The videos I made with Avani and Madi last month went crazy too. It's fun, because I don't care about the actual popularity of any of it, I just do what I want. I still haven't looked at my comments though. I'm too scared. I just stay away from them. I don't check my notifications, and the boys tel me if there's something I should like duet or something. I just do it for fun, and so I can do it with my friends.
