My Only Exception | OMGitsfirefoxx [EXTREME EDITING]

Chapter 6: Due

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This is probably the shortest chapter I've written for this book yet, but no worries, the next will be long!

Also, I know I'm SUPER late again. Love me <3
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I woke up in Tucker's house for the seventh day in a row. I had gotten over my horrid hangover, but I decided to stay a few days even if my house was just across the street. But this morning I knew I needed to go home. I was a little behind on videos and didn't even get one out yesterday. I rolled out of bed, grabbing some shorts and a t-shirt and throwing my hair in a bun, I'm just running across the street after all. I quickly grabbed a pen and notebook and scribbled down a goodbye note. I tore the paper out of the notebook and laid it on his bedside table. I leaned down back to bed level and kissed his forehead, much like he did the first day of my hangover.

"Love you Tucker." I whispered.

"Love you too Sonj." I heard a faint response from the massive pile of sheets. I smiled and shut the bedroom door softly behind me. I ran quietly into the kitchen, grabbing a granola bar and an Arizona. I patted Grizz, Tucker's massive bear-dog, and left. I sighed out deeply as soon as the warm morning L.A air hit my face. It had felt nice to take a little break from things, but now it was time to get back to work. I cracked my knuckles for effect and darted across the street.

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I leaned back in my desk chair, exhausted. I had just went on a serious recording grind. I've got videos prepared for at least the next four days, all I've got to do is edit them and I'm home free. I figured I'd do a Minecraft single player stream after lunch as well so I ran into the kitchen. I opened the cupboards and the fridge both, but nothing was there.

"Fuck." I cursed. I had a stream to do! I ran my fingers through my hair, made a split second decision and ran out the door and across the street.

I opened the door and immediately walked upstairs. All the doors were shut and I heard yelling from the inside, a sure sign the guys were recording. I quietly snuck back downstairs and helped myself to the food in their fridge. I mean, I had bought it after all! I grabbed an Arizona (I have an addiction) along with some veggie chips and animal crackers. I took it all up in my arms and headed back out the door.

I watched as the mail truck drove away, but considering my arms were full of delicious stream snack or "lunch" supplies, I set them down inside first. I then ran back outside and grabbed the mail, in my giddiness ignoring the bill at the top of the stack. I quickly grabbed the supplies and headed back into my office to start the stream.

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I rubbed my eyes and meandered into the kitchen. My Gunners were super helpful when staring at the screen for to long, but that didn't mean I didn't still get headaches. I also may have eaten almost all the veggie chips, which was probably the cause of my stomach ache. I looked over to the clock and it read 12:30. I sighed deeply and grabbed the mail. I leaned against the counter and ripped open the one on top mindlessly. I glanced down and slowly began to scan the page tiredly.

Blah blah blah blah. Sonja Reid something something. Blah blah blah. Owe-WHAT?

In the next two minutes, I must've re-read that line of small black text over fifty times in utter shock. There's no way. No way. This couldn't be happening. I let the paper float to the ground and I slid down to my butt, my head in my hands.

No.