We got up to our apartment and the warmth of that hug never left me. I was searching around my bag, trying to find my keys while muttering "They've gotta be in here. I know I put them in… I think…" After a moment I found them and apologised for taking lots of time to then realise the door was already open because Rose and Ash were over.

I opened the door to the stench of that lovely smelling shampoo (Honey and Rose Water Shampoo) around my apartment. I had to stop using it because it gave me headaches which lead into migraines which lead into a terrible nose bleed.

I turned to my friends, my sleeve covered hand over my mouth and nose, quickly removing it to say that I'd be right back and placing it over the bottom half of my face.

"Rosie, I swear to god!" I yell, going around my apartment, trying to find her. "I will beat you with the fucking toaster, bitch."

"What did I do?" She asks from the bathroom. I took note that all of lights in the apartment were on, besides the one in my bedroom.

"Use that shitty shampoo!"

"Which one? The nicest smelling one you have?"

"I've already told you what the effect of this stuff does to me."

"Yeah, the nose bleed thing. Ow-ow-ow-ow. Why are you dragging me by my hair?"

"Assholes deserve such treatment."

We stop dead in the hallway, just by where all my friends were, but still out of sight and I quickly walked behind her, letting go of her hair and covering my mouth; I was choking on the fumes a little. I then raised my foot, lazily said "This is Sparta" before kicking her, gently but still with some force behind it, like the wind blowing your hair back, and she fell flat on her face, as if she was a sweeping brush falling over.

I heard a few reactions, some gasping and some sniggering.

My boots clicked along the laminate flooring as Rose tried to push herself up from the floor but I lightly pressed her head back to the floor with my right foot. My face was completely stoic as I looked up at the others. "Sorry about this guys." I say quietly and calmly before releasing Roses head from the floor while talking to her with the same calmness in my tone. "If you don't rid my apartment of this smell, I'll start a headache, you'll be toast and sleep in the hallway tonight. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am." Rose got off of the floor and headed over to the bathroom.

Dan was peeking his head out of the living room door, with my little brother in tow. It made me internally panic for a moment while thinking 'What is he doing in my house… Maybe, he's been keeping her company… Oh shit, why did I leave him alone with my promiscuous sister?'

I clicked in my mind that my other friends where still at the door. "Hello Daniel." I wave with a smile before turning to my other friends. The guys and Holly just nod at each other. Brushing it off and saving my rage for when they weren't around, I welcome them into my home, apologising for the mess, even though the place was almost spotless aside from a couple of boxes that I'd been too lazy to sort out, and told them to make themselves at home for dinner would be a while.

Walking down the hall, towards my bedroom, I remembered something. "Oh, AND ROSIE!"

"IT'S ROSE, NOT ROSIE, BUT YEAH?!" She yelled back.

"TURN SOME OF THESE GODDAMN LIGHTS OFF! IT'S NOT THE BLACKPOOL I-FUCKIN'-LLUMINATIONS, YOU KNOW!"

"HOW HAVE THEY IMPROVED IN RECENT YEARS? I HAVEN'T SEEN THEM SINCE I WAS 14!"

"ROSE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I stopped for a moment. "THEY'VE BEEN JUST THE SAME AS SINCE THE LAST TIME WE'D SEEN THEM TOGETHER! AND I REMember IT so well…" I sigh to myself and walk to my room.

I go into my room, shrug off my coat and throw it on the floor. After I kicked my shoes off in the coats direction, I then kicked the items of clothing to the bottom of my bed, for now, I untie my hair and let it fall. I look into my make-up table mirror after bending down a tiny bit to see my face, my hair was just starting to reach my hips. The ginger-brown roots weren't all too bad and it made me hope that the package with all of my things would get here soon, but specifically the beanie.

I go into my wardrobe and look around, I kept a few sets of comfortable fluffy pyjamas in it and I want to wear some. It had started getting cold on a night time and even though it was only quarter to 5 in the afternoon in LA, it was pretty cold already.

During my search, I ended up tying my hair back up into a ponytail, which sat at the top of my head. I had found a dress that was still, weirdly, my size. I'd had this dress since I was twelve. It used to be dead long and go down to half way on my tibia, now it looked like it could go up to just above my knee. Funny thing is, I'd only worn it once because it was bright pink. I kept digging around and found some blue and black pin-up type heels with spikes on the end. Next, I found these heeled boots with spikes on the heel, they went up to just below the knee, had buckles, purely for fashion, and laces on them. The last thing I found was a striped black and white dress, reaching the same length as the pink one. The second dress was open backed and had a kinda floaty skirt. (All of these can be seen here: pin/376402481335432830/)

I got a knock on my bedroom door immediately after I set these pieces of clothing and shoes safely into my chest of draws.

"Violet?" It was Barry.

"You can come in." He opened the door. "Are you alright, petal?" I ask.

"Yeah…"

"What you in here for, huh?"

"I was just making sure you were okay." He shuts the door behind him. "Plus, I want to have a quick look at your medication, just so I know when to remind you." His voice became hushed.

"There is a catch, though." I add, nervously. He hums questioning what I'd just said. "We have to find it first."

"I see…"

"Try looking in here first and then, if we can't find it now, we wait until everyone's went home and/or is asleep."

"Okay, where do you want me to look?"

"Try my bedside tables."

"Alright…"

I lean into my wardrobe and start hunting for my pyjamas.

"It's a nice room, Violet. I didn't expect it to be as…big and pretty as it is." He says, and I could hear the smirk that the words were said with.

"Aw, shucks Barr…" I lean into my wardrobe, just a little bit further. "Ha-ha! I found them." I'd found my pyjamas. The long sleeved fluffy top, which was an ash-black type colour, read 'Dreaming of you' in curly white hand writing, while the fluffy bottoms were a plain light grey. (Like this: pin/376402481335432546/)

I threw my flannel shirt, cami-top and bra across the room as I was excited to put my comfy padded sports bra, for sleeping, and pyjama top on. Barry turned around, and luckily I was facing the wall so he did not get a face full of titties, taken aback when hearing the pieces of clothing hit the closed and locked door.

"Sorry Barry…" I say, sleepily, after hearing him jump and gasp.

"What are you doing?"

"Changing."

"Oh okay… wait, what?!"

"I'm changing... do you remember what I said when I still lived in Arin and Suzy's place, when we were coming to get the forms for this place?" I asked, now throwing my pants at the door. "As long as it's not pervy old Dan, I don't mind."

"Hmpff" came from his direction, as an approving sound. "Wait, what's this paint in the corner?"

"I was gunna do something on my white wall, by the window."

"Ah, right."

I become light on my feet and creep up to my bed. "Boo!" I whisper harshly while slamming down on my double bed.

"Jesus, Dahlia." He says touching where his heart is, after turning to me. "Why'd you do that?"

"Cuz I felt like it. Does the easily frightened babby want a hug, like?" I ask sarcastically, holding my arms out in an 'I'm-ready-for-a-hug' manner as the oversized sleeves flop over my outstretched hands. He shakes his head and continues searching for my tablets. I pout as my arms drop to my sides. I get an idea shortly after.

~~~~~~Barry's POV~~~~~~

I eventually was on my knees searching through this draw. The contents of this draw was similar to that of my chest of draws, upstairs in my bedroom. Batteries, which were most likely dead; letters, probably old bank statements and such; Hair ties, enough to be tied together and fit in a perfect ring around the moon; receipts, only one of them had the dollars sign on it; ballpoint pens, pens everywhere! Not to mention the array of hair pins that kept nipping at my fingers every time they slid into the grasp of one. The more I looked the more random stuff I found, yet still no pill bottles.

"No luck in this one." I sigh after a little while of searching around.

When I turn around she slaps warm-ish materiel to my mouth and nose. And the longer it's held firmly in place, I start to notice the smell. It wasn't chloroform, no, no one knows what that stuff smells like anyway, they're out of it before they can process it. It smelt like Dan's room every time you walked into it. It was like being punched in the face with his dirty socks… Wait…

I start to cough and splutter, attempting to force her smelly socks off of my face.

"This is what happens when I don't get a hug." She says, her tone was innocents mixed with infuriation.

"I didn't know you actually wanted one, I thought you were just kidding around." I managed to muffle from behind the socks. "These reek, Violet."

"I know… I couldn't find socks to wear this morning, so I used the ones off yesterday again. Hey, don't judge. You won't get these off your face until you fucking promise to give me a hug."

"Alright,"

"Who knows, you might like it."

"You make it sound like I've never hugged a person before."

"Maybe that was the intent." She slowly removed them from my face and threw them at her door.

"Do you want this hug or no-" I was cut off as she full on hugged me.

"I like hugs. But, I absolutely relish tight, long, warm hugs. If you do it right this time, maybe you'll get to hug me more often." She said, while using enough force to suffocate me.

"Alright then." I sit beside her on her bed, returning the hug. I use the same force as she was using on me, rested my chin on her skull and let her freely lay in my chest. I couldn't lie, I did love a good hug if it was done right, myself. This hug; this hug felt different from any others I had given or received in my life. As she nuzzled into my chest, I put my head on a bit of an angle. "I really hope we can find all of your meds soon." I whisper, my voice slightly wavering. "I know you haven't been feeling your best for a long time. I can understand why you haven't been taking them. You may not want to have to rely on them or a person to remind you to take them but, if you want to better the lives of other people, you have to start with yourself. If you wanna make others happy, it's best to be happy yourself."

"Yes, onii-chan." She said, practically nuzzling her way through my back, attempting to get to the other side.

I smirked, from the anime I'd seen her and our other friends watch, I knew she'd just called me her big brother. It was slightly teasing but I knew she wouldn't waste the fine Japanese language on someone she didn't care about.

We stayed like that, for around 5 minutes, in between that time, she claimed that this was the best bear hug she'd ever gotten, so now she was going to call me 'Bear'. A cute nickname, if I'm honest.

The reason the hug was stopped was because someone knocked on the door. She whispered for me to look in the top draw on the other bedside table, while she opened the single draw on her fancy black make-up table and started looking.

"Come in!" She called. The door opened and footsteps sounded like they were moving into the room. "What can I do for you Ross?"

"I was just wondering what was taking Barry so long to check up on you."

"Oh, I've just asked him to help me look for something, that's all."

"What are you trying to find."

"I'm sure I have another couple of sets of contact lenses in this room somewhere, cuz in a few days, I'll need 'em and I'll forget to find them. Sorry for not telling you guys. We'll be just a little bit, don't worry about it." 'Nice fuckin' cover, Violet! Is this one of your other secret powers you haven't told me about?'

"Oh, alright." Ross begins to walk away.

"And Ross!" She calls out to him. The footsteps return for a few seconds, this time getting louder. "Ask everyone about what they're feelin' like eating so I can come to a compromise. Alright?"

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want me to shut the door?"

"Yes please." With that the door shuts and Ross disappears into the other room for a bit.

I turn to her. "Nice. Cover. How the hell did you think of that so quickly?"

"Girls who wear black have some of the most creative minds."

"I suppose."

I hear the draw shut on the other side and footsteps walk up to me.

"Hey, Bear," I still wasn't used to the nickname and slowly felt my face heat up. She put her hands on my shoulders.

"Yeah."

"Can I finish my hug now? It wasn't long enough." I turn and spot her contact covered eyes, still somehow, glistening with hope.

"Alright then."

She put her hand out and helped me off of the floor. Once I was up, Blackwell smiled up at me, until the smile faltered and her eyes shifted towards the door. "Maybe… Maybe, we should wait until we know Ross doesn't catch us. Until then, let me go and sort my hair out and take my contacts out, okay?"

"Alright."

"Until, I get back, get looking, Bear." She smiled once again and playfully and gently punched my arm so that it was a friendly gesture, not a supposed angry attack. I watched as she grabbed her hair brush, hair tie and small box of hair pins from her make-up table and glasses case, presumably with her glasses inside, from her bag and walk out the room and the door shut behind her. I could help but smile at the way she walked; her hips rocked from one side to the other unintentionally and she walked on the tips of her toes giving the illusion that she was slightly taller when shuffling out of the carpeted room, the pyjama pants were way longer than her legs, even when she was walking like that. This emphasised that, although she was standing taller than before, Violet was still very little for a woman of our age.

~~~~~~Violet's POV~~~~~~

I shuffle down the hall while rubbing my eyes, which still burned after looking at my computer screen for a sixth of my day, and sped my way down to the bathroom, smiling at the debate going on inside the living room.

It's not like I asked them to debate what they wanted, but I guessed that it would be easier on my little brain, so I didn't mind. I shut the bathroom door, while smiling at their effort to make life easier for me. Releasing a long awaited sigh, and listening to it echo around the fairly sized bathroom, I flicked on the light.

Looking into the mirror, I again released my hair from the tight ponytail and flick my head around and my hair floats behind it. Since it was really wavy due to me not straightening it for the past two weeks, because I kept waking up later than the day before each day, the hair that was actually supposed to go just above my butt, now floated at the middle of my back; almost giving the middle finger to gravity. I brushed through it and kept a tress of my hair, from the front right of my head, in my mouth, separating it from the rest of my hair, while pinning my fringe back with some bobby pins and tying my hair back into the ponytail on the top of my head.

Next, I turned the cold tap on and dipped my hand into the path of the running water, making it easier for me to slip my contacts out of my eyes. These little guys, had a long run of three days. I picked them out of my eyes, gently, with my long false nails, and threw them into the bin, waving and saying my goodbyes to them. (You know because I'm weird.) I picked up my glasses case, which I'd put down on the counter surrounding the sink when I stepped inside, I opened it and took my spectacles and material-glasses-wipe-thing out and began cleaning the lenses on my hipster specs.

It made me feel better to place them on my face, I don't know quite why either, it just did. Picking up the bobby pin box, glasses case and hair brush and opening the door, before switching the light off, I left the room.

I made my way back to my room.

"Any luck?" I asked after opening the door and shutting it behind me.

"Nah, not one thing." He replied, his eyes apologising. "I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Bear. We'll find 'em eventually, and it's quite alright if we don't find them tonight." I said, as he walked behind me, while I placed the three objects on the vanity table.

"It isn't alright, though. You're not gonna be okay without them." Barry said, grabbing my hands and holding them in front of me.

"What the hell do you think I've been for the past five years?" I whisper harshly, looking him in his softening sad eyes.

I just gaze at his stare, realizing he doesn't know how to explain to me that he knows I could benefit from finding them. I stayed like this for a while, hoping that I'd say something, notifying him that I knew he was right. But…nothing came.

Instead I just said, "Alright, Bear. Not right now, as I have other priorities, but we will find them later on. Just remember, no one can find out." Mentally kicking myself, I snatched my hands away from his, without seeming angry at him; because I wasn't mad at him, I was mad at myself for being such a stubborn bitch. "We keep looking until Ross gets back here, I get my hug completed and then I'll start making dinner. Now, if you would, keep looking."

There was silence, aside from the rustling and occasional banging of moving a solid object to the side or twating my hand off of the side of the drawer. I began humming 'Hand of God' a leaked song by Fall Out Boy. It was many years old but I adored the song because…because…IT'S FALL OUT BOY, MAN…that's why. I loved the bass guitar in the song and wished I was better at playing bass myself. I sighed at the thought before continuing to dig around.

I got on to humming Panic! At The Disco- I Write Sins Not Tragedies. All of this pop punk song humming made me want to look for my box of phone cases, but I immediately mentally scolded myself and reminded the people in my mind theatre that I had to stay on the task at hand. Luckily for me, this time they complied; usually, they ignore me and make me forget about what I was supposed to doing.

Soon, I'd had enough of looking for anything and was starting to get extremely tired, but forced myself to stay awake long enough to make Mark, Holly, Rose, Ash, Dan and the three idiots circus dinner and wash up. Not just that, but Jacksepticeye said that he wanted to speak with me.

I stuffed all of my make-up into the drawer, forcefully shut it (complete with a slam) and rocked back, going from a kneeling position to lying on the floor.

"Fuck it, it doesn't matter." I say, smearing a hand down my tired face.

"Yes it does." Bear muttered from the other side of the room.

I grunted while rolling on to my front, and picking myself up from the floor. "I've had enough." I mutter after clambering to my feet, grabbing my dirty clothes and opening the door. "Its doin' mah fuckin' head in."

The scent of the shampoo was starting to disappear, although still slightly lingering. I wouldn't be mad at Rose because that shit was hard to get rid of once it made itself known. I moved into the kitchen and sorted my clothing into the respecting colour coded laundry bags before rubbing my eyes and shuffling off, over to the living room door.

I curled up my right hand as I rubbed my eye, sleepily. My left hand achieved the same stance as they met by my stomach and my oversized sleeves flopped over my curled up hands. I also had a habit of standing with my feet turned inwards, like I was doing now.

"So," I start before yawning without covering my mouth. "What's the final verdict?"

"Umm…" Dan said, realising how adorable I was standing.

"We seriously trusted you to remember what we came up with Dan." Holly sighed.

"I forgot, okay."

"We said it 1 minute ago, Dan." Mark, also sighed.

"I don't blame him." I say, sleepily and everyone turns to look at me. "Dan is getting on, age wise."

"Oh, burn." I hear Rose say, from the corner while Arin made a hissing sound, like bacon on a pan.

"But seriously Dan, don't fret it." I say before yawning again. "I'm sure I can think something else up."

"You must be really tired, huh, V?" Ross asks.

"The lack of sleep is catching up to me, finally." I sigh. "I might actually get more than an hours sleep tonight, huh?" I continue, turning back into the kitchen.

I hear a door shut from further up the hallway and feet shuffle into the living room. 'He must have finally given up.'

After routing around in the fridge and freezer, I had something to suggest.

"Guys?" I say, tiredly, shuffling back into the doorway.

"Yeah?" I hear from Mark, Arin and Ross.

"How about potato salad and cod for dinner?"

"We can't eat an Xbox game, Violet."

I place a hand on my head and shake my dome around. "Ross, you suck."

"And you swallow."

"I have never wanted to murder someone so badly in a few years." I sighed before supplying them all with a tired smile. "Play some games, Barry, Rose and Dan can tell you which ones I'm alright with, and gimme a shout if you need anything and I'll come running, alright."

"Okay." Arin replies for everyone, after they all nodded in agreement.

I prepared the fish, and put a pan of potatoes on the hob to boil. I sung Shiver by Lucy Rose, to keep me awake. (Starting in a random place in the song.)

"And I loved the way you looked at me. And I miss the way you made me feel, when we were alone. When we were alone" I clear my throat a little. "And I'll shiver like I used to. And I'll leave him just for you. And I'll shiver like I used to… Just for you"

I could hear the silence in the living room, and it sickened me to know that they listened to me. I still wasn't used to an "audience" as big as this; I didn't like the amount of people in my apartment. Damn, claustrophobia.

"I'll just be in my room, alright?" I yell, my voice hoarse and dry.

"Okay." They all chimed.

My room was a tranquil place. One of the very few places in this world that I felt I could be my true self in. I felt safe.

Turning on my laptop, I glanced at my reflection.

'I have 20 minutes to fuck around before checking the food. I must have time to put my face on again.'

I sat on my stool and took off my glasses, placing them safely on the table. Picking up my make-up bag, which contained my everyday essentials. I plucked a few make-up wipes out of the little pack, placing the 2 spares on the black vanity.

I admired my reflection before wiping away half of my mask, seeing my imperfections; dark circles, dimples, acne spots, blemishes, the scar under my eye and behind my oddly shaped ear, my eyes. Sighing, I wiped away the other side of make-up, seeing more of the same things on the left side too.

Only using pound shop (or 'dollar store' to you Americans) products, reminded me of how broke I used to be; I began to re-apply my foundation. Next was the bronzer and blush which would be blended after both were applied. Eyeshadow, a dark burgundy colour, was put on my eye lids. I was known by my subscribers and friends to wear bright or bold colours on my eye lids, it kept the attention away from my irises, no one in my audience would know the reason why for a while, though.

I continued to put on my liquid eye liner and mascara. This morning, I decided to not deal with my fake eyelashes and saw it pointless to do it at 5 in the afternoon. I went with my black lipstick—I had masses of that stuff alone, a whole make-up bag in the drawer—because black lipstick will forever be bae.

I turned around and typed my pass word into my laptop before picking my phone out of my bra and checking the time: 17:48. 'Okay, 5 minutes before I check on dinner. Good. I have enough time to start.'

I wait for my laptop to load before searching the chemical equation for sugar. I find out that it is C12H22O11. I grabbed my pencil and headed over toward the wall, turning my laptop so I could copy off the equation. I began writing it in a large curly font on my white wall. Every once in a while I'd check to see whether I'd done it right and the time.

In, what seemed to be, no time at all, 17:53 had rolled around. I'd sketched the first third of the chemical equation on to the wall. Shuffling lazily down the hall, I saw a few people walk into the kitchen, ahead of me. They, clearly, had not noticed me.

Waltzed in, behind them to notice the Game Grumps, Egoraptor and Danny Sexbang, Arin and Dan in my kitchen. My little brother had grown a liking to them both as they was talking to him.

"Yeah, little dude! I could definitely swing by and draw with you sometime. Your art work is awesome." Arin smiled down at Ash, who looked really super happy.

I smiled while my eyes glittered with appreciation for my laid-back friends.

"Hello. Can I just ask why there is a group gathering in my kitchen?"

"ONEE-CHAN!" Ash said, springing up to me and hugging me.

"Hello, Ash-ototo-kun." I said with a bright smile, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pressing him up against me, affectionately, for a short moment. "Yo, dudes." I greet the older males with the same affectionate smile.

"We were just gonna get some coffee that's all. Ash was talking to me about drawing with me sometime." Arin pats my head while Ash releases me, but stays close by my side and grabs my hand. 'Is he really 12? Ah, yes… He's my real life Honey-senpai.'

"It's good to see that the three of you are getting along. Ash, is there anything I could get for you to drink?"

"Pepsi please."

"Very well then." I pat him on the head. "Go sit down with the others and I'll get it to you in a moment."

"Okay, Violet-nee-chan." I turned and smiled, watching as Ash shuffled out of the room.

"How can he be that cute?" I ask in a hushed tone.

"Your little brothers really neat, you know." Dan smiles. "And the way you're so motherly towards him is cute, especially for someone you've just met."

"He's family, Danny. Just like everyone in this apartment and Suzy. I will be affectionate and motherly to family, it's part of who I am. It's my nature to do these things." I say, before telling them where to find coffee and then leaning down to the oven. "Besides, how couldn't I be nice to my little bro, you have witnessed how cute he is with your very eyes."

"Yeah, I know. Family is family." Dan mutters.

"You guys are my family." I smile while shutting the oven door and standing in an upright position. "It's almost done… 20 minutes max. Alright?"

"Thanks, Violet. I really appreciate dinner." Arin smiles and I return the action.

"Don't mention it. I love cooking." I wave off his thanks. "Isn't it ironic?"

"What is?" Dan asks.

"The fact that cooking is my jam but I don't eat all too much."

"Yeah."

"Violet. I'll give you some time. But after you've been around us for a little while longer, you'll start to at least eat normally." Arin says, confidently.

"Be prepared to eat your words. I, Arin, have a figure to keep intact, don't you know." I smirk. "Get it? Eat your words? Sorry that bad joke had to be made."

"Oh-oh, shit. Damn, nice one." Dan smirks back at me. I open the fridge and lean into it, grabbing a 1.75 litre bottle of Pepsi Max from the fridge. I stretch up to the cupboard I put the glasses in but can't quite reach. From out of the corner of my eye, I notice them both watching me closely.

I put the Pepsi to one side and put a hand on the counter.

"1-2-3." I mumble before lifting my foot on to the counter. I grab on to the handle on the glass cabinet and yank myself up slowly. With both feet on the counter and stood up straight, I turn my head to see both men looking up at me, worried expressions on their faces. It makes me smirk.

I pull back a little, to open the cupboard without hitting myself in the chest, and saw Arin put down his coffee (that he'd finished making before I leapt on to the counter), ready to catch me if I was to fall. After grabbing the cup, I shut the cupboard, turned around without hesitation, crouched and put the glass next to the pop ( soda) bottle.

I sat on the counter and let my feet hang for a moment before pushing myself off of the counter, landing on the tiled kitchen floor, safely.

"You guys okay? You didn't have to stop talking."

"W-urr-we didn't want to throw you off." Dan says, weakly.

"You guys couldn't ever throw me off, not if you even tried." I reassure, patting their backs. "Now, go, sit down."

"Alright." Arin sighs. "But next time you need something from high up, just asks us okay? Don't put yourself in danger alright."

"Arin that's not dangerous, it's not even a one foot drop. That is easily a 69 centimetre drop." I say with a smirk. Dan smiles while shaking his head as he made his way out of the room.

I finally get to pour the kid's drink. 'Man, I promised him this, like, 5 minutes ago. He might have died of thirst by now.'

I scoot over to the living room and continue to where Ash sat. "Ototo-kun, here you are." I place the drink safely into his hands after gaining his attention. I look over my shoulder, everybody else had paid some sort of mind that I was in the room but Barry. The poor thing looked so wound up about what happened between us. Oh dear. Aw, Jeebus Crisp, I've done goofed.

I make a beeline out of the room, almost, but not quite running. Slamming my door as I get to my room, I lock it and try to breathe properly.

I began to sketch out some more of the chemical equation and hear the sound system get flicked on from down the hall. With lack of concentration, there was no way I was gonna get this sketching part out of the way without fault. My headphones were taken out of my bag, I plugged them into my laptop and crouched over it. 'Right… Youtube… Internet, why are you being slow now…?' I tap my foot impatiently. '…Finally, it loaded. The-Mid-night-Beeast.' I tend to split syllables up, even when thinking, to help me spell. 'Did you spell it right, you dyslexic cunt… Yes, for once. Hmm… How about Booty Call? Yes, these guys know how to cheer me up. Ah, Stefan, you're so hawt.' I think while gazing at the lead singer in The Midnight Beast. A few seconds later I go back on task.

Soon, though, I was interrupted. I paused the video. Skype; Jacksepticeye had somehow already added me and was trying to get into contact with me. That damn Fischbach. I added Jack and immediately was called by him.

"Yo, dude!" I greet with a smile, tucking the pencil behind my ear.

"HI!" He smiled back, with a wave and LOTS of energy could be seen emanating from him.

"Soo, what'd you wanna talk about?"

"Oh, right yeah… I got a little distracted because I have been waiting to talk to you all day. I really like your Five Nights at Freddy's series with Arin and Suzy!"

"Aww, hunny." I say before my eyes locked onto the time. "You wanna go to my kitchen and talk?"

"Sure. Why, though?"

I pick the laptop up and hoist it on to my shoulder, turning my head to face Jack. "I'm making dinner for the guys. It kinda started out with me making Dan and B dinner because I can't let them only eat take-out, then my lil' bro and my sister our staying with me too. That's four people. Suzy's out of town this week so I offered Arin and then I invited Mark because I wasn't sure what he eats. Then Ross over heard me and I ended up inviting him over, to shut him up, but to bring Holly with him too. So that's 8 people waiting to be fed." By now we had reached the kitchen.

"Oh, that was nice of you. But what is that noise?" He asked.

"What noise?" I ask before taking one headphone off of my ear. I hear Livin' La Vida Loca blasting from my living room. I could have almost cried. "How immature could ones friends be? I swear, I leave them alone for twenty minutes. Jack, do you mind if I just quickly go and check out what's going on?"

"Sure, I wanna know too!"

"I'll report back to you when I discover the answer." I say before taking the headphones off and placing them on the counter.

Now, I pull my phone out just in case I would need it, and I was so damn right.

A/N Merry Fuckin' Christmas!/ Happy Freakin' Holidays!

I was trying to update slightly more frequently so the Christmas chapter(s) could come out on time, but I haven't had time to do such a thing. I'm really sorry! Please forgive me!

I hope you get everything you've been wanting! And let me know your opinion of Jingle Grumps and Steam Sleigh this year! (- I'm just curious, 'cause I love it!)

Have a good knew year and get off-your-face drunk (if you are of legal drinking age, that is)!

Love you guys,

TheMidnightGamer