Hello everyone! Since I love the Sidemen so much, I decided to try this out, it's my first ever YouTube type fanfic with real life characters so I will try my best to keep them as accurate as possible, if anyone wants to give me any advice, feedback or ideas for the story please do.
Also a small trigger Warning for some Abuse + swearing.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy please R&R so I know if I should write more or not :3
Chapter one – A new Home
It was a quiet day that morning, escaping reality was getting harder and harder these days. I missed the days I could just log onto Tumblr or YouTube and just click and watch my day away drowning out the troubles around me. University, relationships, family, studying and most of all my future all looked so decided to others but completely unknown to me. I've always dreamt of being a YouTuber, entertaining people and making them laugh is what I already tried to do, so reaching out to a larger audience didn't seem like a bad idea. But of course, my parents would never agree although with their constant fighting I don't think they particularly cared. So instead I tried sticking to art, writing and paining were I way I had always expressed myself, even if images or sentences seemed weird, it's what I felt.
So here I sat, painting silently in my room. Having only one older brother who was hardly at home, he didn't see what happened behind closed doors, and since he already has a job and was finishing his college degree, of course he was my parent's favourite and most prized child.
Me? I was the child they had to tidy up after, everything I did was wrong. Trying to leave the dreaded year 12 sixth form was like quitting the best job in life to them, but it brought me nothing but stress and misery staying. Eventually, I gave in and stayed for another year. I mean it couldn't get much worse? I was wrong.
Workloads doubled and now that it was literally a month or two until the summer holidays began and I would be forced into university or college, the stress was building and I got quieter and quieter. My mother complained about me being late to respond to offers and my father yelled for my lack of communication between me and them. What was I supposed to say?! That I was thankful for them yelling and forcing me into places I hated, if I did I would just get slapped and locked in my room again, as I am now.
Sighing loudly, I looked down at the canvas I was painting, realizing I had zoned out once again which resulted in my lines messing up and the colours mixing together. Tilting my head, it actually didn't look so bad. Like a spiralling void of colour all blending together in a messy circle, kinda like my life. Smiling, I set the picture against my wall to dry and stretched my fingers. They always hurt after drawing and painting.
"Cheyenne!" my head darting up towards my door, I straightened and jumped up resulting in the cup of water I had used to paint to fall and spill its contents across my carpet floor. Shit. Panicking, I knew my mother would go crazy over the spill, and hurryingly began cleaning it up with some tissues in my room. "nononono, shit" cursing under my breath, I heard my door open and a gasp echoing from my mothers lips.
"I'm sorry it was an accident I swear!" trying to explain, her face set into a deep frown, the anger practically radiating from her.
"What are you doing?! How many times have I told you to stop painting on the floor and use the table! Look! This is what happens!" wincing at the tone of her voice, I kept scrubbing and avoided eye contact. The table she was referring to was down stairs, beside the kitchen my parents were always fighting in, and I didn't want to deal with them there. "you're useless Cheyenne, always messing everything up!" she continued and stepped into the room picking up the canvas that leaned against the wall to dry.
"Look at this crap, do you think anyone would buy this!? Stop wasting your time on this and study, I also told you to answer your university offer so do it now!" She yelled and began tarring the canvas through the middle. Jumping up I held onto her arm trying to stop her. "You useless child, why aren't you more like your brother?! You're tarring this family apart!" she pushed me back onto the bed and threw the broken canvas out the room.
Falling back with a gasp, I sat up only to receive a slap to the face and another to the other side of my face "You're the reason your father and I are splitting up! Causing me all this stress! Wait until he hears about you ruining the carpet again!" my mother screamed angrily and threw my paint brushes sprawled out on the floor at me before walking out and slamming the door shut.
"Mum, please no! I'm sorry!" hurrying to the door, she locked it with a click, if she told him…I would have to use even more foundation to cover up the bruises my father would hand out to me tomorrow.
"You're staying in there until your father gets home!" with that, she left back down the stairs, probably to throw away the ruined painting.
Choking back tears, I sank to the floor and covered my face with my hands and began to sob quietly. Why me…why did I have to be so stupid and ruin everything…was it true, did I cause my parents to argue and now split up. With my problems and mishaps?
Trying to keep as quiet as I could, to not get told off again. I crawled back into bed trying to stop the tears from running down my reddened, burning cheeks. Although my mother looked weak she certainly wasn't. Rubbing my eyes repeatedly, I slowly opened my laptop and turned it on. The only thing that could distract me now was something funny that could cheer me up. Using my last two tissues, I cleaned my face and sniffed a little before taking a deep shaky breath and began typing into the browser. YouTube. I did catch my reflection while my computer searched, my blue eyes now red and puffy, and face still shining from the previous tears. Pathetic. I don't know why I cried anymore, mostly the terror of being hit again, but even being used to it, I still cried knowing everyone would ask why I was so silent and if I was okay, and that was the worst part. Seeing my friends worry for me.
Using my shaking fingers to search up some old Pewdiepie videos, I sighed after a couple of minutes starting to relax a little. After ten minutes, I got bored and typed in the Sidemen. They always made me laugh, the friendship and joked they had between them was something I wish I could do more often. I used to be so close to my best friends Sam and Keira, but since the fighting began I was locked in my room more and hardly got to see them. The Sidemen house was always amazing to me, filled with friends and laughter, they did the jobs they loved and worked together to enjoy themselves. Something I could only dream off.
Living in London, I did know they lived nearby. And I did walk by their house once by accident while I was running away to try and get away from everything. Now being 18 and apparently an "adult", did have its perks. For instance being able to buy bus tickets and traveling around London without my parents' permission.
Running a hand through my dark red, medium length hair, a thought began running through my mind. I mean I knew the Sidemen probably had a lock of attention and stalkers, fans finding their house and waiting outside it or asking them if they could visit. But maybe…they could…help me. I mean even just talking, I have tried tweeting them before but my messages seemed to get lost between the millions sent by other fans.
Suddenly hearing the door slam downstairs, I gasped shocked and sat my laptop down the end of my bed. He was early today. My heart rate shot up instantly and I began to panic, my breathing getting frantic while I opened a rucksack and began frantically stuffing clothes, chargers and other small things inside it. This was it, I had to try, I couldn't go anywhere else, my parents would know. Sure they could ask my brother, and even though he introduced me to the Sidemen he would be clueless. Stuffing my laptop, mp4 player and headphones into the bag last. I hurryingly put on my Zelda jumper to cover my arms, put on my black converse trainers and tied up my hair in a messy ponytail. This way he couldn't grab it. Hearing my parents talk at the bottom of the stairs, made my heart race.
Before I knew it, footsteps echoed up the stairs and the lock to my room was clicked open. It's now or never, taking a deep breath. I braced myself for my fathers' arrival into the room, and as soon as he took a step forward I dashed forward, pushing past him while he was stunned by surprise. "Stop right there!"
Ignoring his angry shouts, I managed to get to the door before my mother grabbed my arm "Where do you think you're going?!" she growled. Frowning I pushed her off and grabbed my scarf before opening the door and running out.
"Away from you!" I yelled as my dad appeared at the door beside her and began chasing after me. Luckily I had a head start and was much faster than the old man. Turning a corner I kept running until my lungs gave out making me stop and gasp for air. Placing my hands onto my knees to catch my breath, I looked around for orientation. At least I knew where I was.
After a minute or two to recover, since I hardly did exercise this running already made me have a stitch. Groaning from the pain, I made my way to the nearest bus stop and paid for a fair to the outer part of the city.
As soon as I paid with the small amount of money I had left in my purse, I sat down and looked out the window seeing the sky darken. Was that an omen? Maybe I shouldn't do this…maybe I made a mistake.
It was too late now, I had run and there was no going back now. If I did, my parents would probably beat me black and blue and never let me leave the house again. And without any contact to the outside world, I couldn't cope.
Finally arriving at my stop after around 20minutes, I stepped out as the rain started. I did like the rain, it always calmed me and made the air smell nice. But like this, in autumn and nothing but a jumper and scarf to protect me, I didn't think it was very practical.
Adjusting the bag on my back, I quickly made my way to the house just a few blocks own. It wasn't hard to miss, with 3 cars standing outside it, a big garden and probably the biggest of the neighbourhood everyone could spot it. Pulling up the hood, I jogged over and looked up in awe. It was even more impressive close up. Shaking my head, I got those thoughts out of my head, this was not the time to fangirl. I really needed this to work, or there was nothing left.
Closing my eyes for a second to calm my breath and summon my courage, I took a deep breath before raising my hand and giving a firm knock to the door. I always hated social interaction and meeting new people, it just stressed me out and made me panic every time, my anxiety probably didn't help. So this was a big step for me, a step I hopefully wouldn't come to regret.
After a minute of standing in the rain waiting for an answer, the door creaked before slowly opening. The face of a young man with blond spikey hair revealed himself behind it. He was probably wary of the fans. "H-Hi um" I didn't really know what to say, 'Hi, I would like to stay thanks, you're my last hope' that sounded crazy.
"Oh hey, can I help you?" He smiled and opened the door wider waiting for an answer.
Before I could however, another boy appeared behind him, one with a beard and black/brownish hair. "Let her in Simon, it's raining" he rolled his eyes at Simon and pushed him out the way to let me in. "Sorry about him he has no manners" He smiled as I took a hesitant step forward and walked inside the giant house awkwardly.
As soon as the warm air hit me, I realized how cold and tired I really was. "I-I'm sorry I just kind of turned up…" I mumbled looking down at my feet.
"It's no problem, what can we do?" Glancing up at the sidemen T-shirts they wore, a smile twitched at my lips. I had always wanted one, but after getting a jumper my mother forbid me from buying such expensive clothes ever again.
"I-I was wondering.." how was I supposed to word this. Hearing another pair of footsteps approach I quickly shut my mouth.
"Guys, what are you doing we're waiting to record come on" Ksi, I thought as the African-american guy came up behind Simon and Josh looking over their shoulders at me, it was weird. Them, tall guys standing watching me, a 5'4 girl with drenched clothing and big eyes. "Who's this?"
"A girl-" Simon started before Josh hit him over the head.
"Really I would never have guessed, she just turned up" He explained as JJ nodded at him.
"Well hello, just call me-" He began to talk from in between them before I interrupted quietly.
"JJ, I know. I know all of you I uhm, I watch you on Youtube" I quickly looked away again embarrassed, I probably looked like such a stalker now.
"Oh you're a fan, that's good then we don't need to introduce everyone" Simon chuckled "what's your name?"
Hesitating I looked up again through my fringe "Cheyenne" I answered making them all smile a little, probably because they knew what to call me now. "And I came here…to ask you all of a favour"
Before I could finish, loud voices accompanied with footsteps ran approached from the stairs. "Yeaaaaahhh!" Running down at top speed where Harry and Ethan probably doing some sort of completion. "woaaa guys!" coming to a stop with a small knock against JJ, Harry skipped around to face me, Ethan right behind him "what's a girl doing here, you got a new girlfriend Josh?" he joked, only earning him a glare from Josh and Simon.
"Na you idiot, she was about to ask us something" Simon pushed his shoulder annoyed, sniggering lightly at the exchange I couldn't help but feel at ease around these guys.
"What's up with your face?" blinking as a hand came to push my hair aside, exposing my cheeks I backed away and covered my face. I totally forgot those red marks, they'd probably leave bruises. Crap. "Did someone hit you?" Everyone frowned and pushed Harry away.
"You don't ask that Harry!" Ethan shook his head.
"N-no no it's alright I just, that's why I came. I wanted to ask you all if you could help me, could I maybe stay here, or do you know where I could stay to not be at home?" hurrying out my words, as soon as I finished I nervously played with my hair, what was I thinking, that they'd just take me in like that?!
"You know what yea, say no more. You can stay here for as long as you want" JJ answered first and moved forward to wrap an arm around my shoulders "Isn't that right?" he directed the question to the other Sidemen who smiled and nodded, Harry still confused at what he did wrong.
"You're 18 right?" He asked unsure.
"Yea, don't worry I'm allowed to move out and in somewhere else" I grinned lightly relieve washing over me. I did it, I mean I actually found somewhere, at least for a while. To be safe. "Thank you so much…" I fought back the tears in my eyes and giggled as Ethan jumped Simon and they began fighting and running after each other.
"We have a spare room, we'll clean it and you can stay there. Since I'm guessing you know the rest, Vik and Tobi are recording right now so I'll tell them about you" JJ let me go and pushed Harry up the steps. "Show her her room, don't be a twat Harry" he warned turning with Josh to head to the kitchen and wrap up the recording session.
Feeling nervous around just one guy, I quickly dropped my smile and followed him "sorry about before, I didn't know. I'm Harry, friend of the Sidemen" He grinned showing me to a small room filled with some boxes of t-shirts and merchandise.
"Da ta, sorry theirs shit everywhere. Just move the boxes out the way, I think we have a spare sleeping bag somewhere" stepping past him into the room I pulled down my hood I nodded. I was worried for a second since he seemed to stare at me for a second, but he did then leave.
Setting my bag down and pulling up my wet jumper, I sighed finally being able to breathe freely and sat down on the floor leaning back against the boxes. I did it.
"Here you go, I'm leaving after dinner, we're ordering pizza do you want some?" handing me the sleeping bag and a pillow, Harry grinned moving aside some boxes onto a pile.
"Um sure, just a plain one…please" I nodded at his offer, having not eaten all day. And rolled out my bed for the night. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough for me.
"Ok, I'll tell JJ" waving at me as he closed the door, I lay back and stared at the ceiling, they were all so nice to me. Even though I haven't seen Vik or Tobi yet, I can see the way there are on the videos is all true, and they're even more understanding under all that goofiness.
Ok that's probably a good place to stop it for now, I really hopes you liked it. It's based a little from my life and the character has my name, the rest is made up. Again please leave some feedback so I can improve and I'd love to see people like this, don't we all love the Sidemen x3
Sorry I haven't updated my other stories in ages, I have no inspiration for them now but I hope I can update them soon and I may delete some, we'll see.
Until next chapter peeps!