[Eng/Esp] The tenth chapter is now officially available / El décimo episodio está oficialmente disponible
Jordan falls down the elevator shaft without foreseeing that it's far from the end. What awaits him down that dark tunnel? There are all sorts of terrifying legends about the galleries and the strange creatures that dwell there.
*This chapter includes the 3 routes.
Update of the new episode:
Minigame 'typewriter'.
6CGs
3 new music threads.
Several additional arts.
Other implementations and improvements:
Changes in the Base map (episode 1).
Changes in the game credits.
Bug in the translation of the gallery (English version)
Jordan cae por el hueco del ascensor sin prever que está lejos de ser su final. ¿Qué le espera abajo de ese oscuro túnel? Hay toda clase de leyendas terroríficas sobre las galerías y las extrañas criaturas que lo moran.
*Este capítulo incluye las 3 rutas.
Actualización del nuevo episodio:
Minijuego 'máquina de escribir'.
6 CGs.
3 hilos musicales nuevos.
Varios artes adicionales.
Otras implementaciones y mejoras:
Cambios en el mapa de la Base (episodio 1).
Cambios en los créditos del juego.
Bug en la traducción de la galería (versión inglés).
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Etselerdi eğer su üstünde yüzen plastiklerden bi köprüyle los angeles'tan pekin'e yürüyemezdiniz.
Sularımızda çok fazla kurşun olduğunda geriye içecek ne kalıyor ?
Portakal suyunda çok fazla şeker var.
Süte o kadar hormon ekliyorlar ki sekizinci yaş gününü kutlayan bazı kızlara hijyenik pet hediyesi geliyor.
Pis köpüğü tampon kutusuna koymamı istiyorlar.
Sizler tümüyle narsistliğin ürünüsünüz.
Ebeveynleriniz size bakınca kendi ölümlerini görüyor.
Sizden ya verebileceğinizin fazlasını bekliyorlar yada birşey beklemiyorlar.
İstatistiklere göre birbirinden nefret ediyorlar.
Kusurlarını düzeltmenizi istiyorlar, onların yerine okumanızı istiyorlar.
Siz bir levreğin havyarısınız.
Ebeveynleriniz sizi seviyormuş gibi davranacak kadar seviyorlar.
Bu yüzden size oyuncak bebekler alıyorlar.
Siz de numara yapmayı öğrenin diye.
Ebeveynleriniz sizi yüz üstü bırakıyor.
Benimkiler bıraktı, sizinkiler de öyle.
Her gün !
Bundan eminim çünkü sizi benimle bırakıyorlar.
Bana inanmıyor musunuz ?
Bi daha programımı izlerken annenize seslenin yada babanıza.
Cevap veriyorlar mı ?
Hayır.. Tabi ki hayır !
Sizden kaçıyorlar.
Anneniz bi avuç yatıştırıcıyı diyet kolayla içmek mecburiyetinde.
Babanız içini boşaltan şişeleri boşaltmakla meşgul.
Sizi seviyorum.
Beni televizyonda ziyarete gelen arkadaşlarım.
Ama ben babanız değilim ve öyle olmamalıyım.
Ben oğlumu öldürdüm..
Onu dinlemedim, bu yüzden o da beni dinlemedi.
Anlıyorum ki ben çok şey söylememe rağmen dinlemiyordu.
Neden dinlemedi ?
Çünkü ben de bencil olabiliyorum.
Onu gerçekten dinleseydim kendi kusurlarımı kendi öfkemi duyardım.
Onun kusurlarını yüzüne vurmak için kendiminkileri kabullenmem gerekirdi.
Onu dinleseydim eğer o da beni dinlerdi belki ödevlerini yapardı belki emniyet kemerlerini takardı..
Chapter Ten: Something Blue: Part One (also on Ao3)
Light peaked out of the bedroom curtains, shining gently against Jonathan’s face. The lingering heat felt nice against his cool cheek, and his eyes fluttered open. Perhaps, if it was any other morning, Jonathan would have found it wonderful and content. Instead, he wanted to shut those blasted curtains and hide away under his blanket.
Exhaustion, that’s what he felt. Exhausted from the physical restraint he put himself through the day before, exhausted from the amount of paperwork and meetings he had to endure. Exhausted from the emotions piling over him until he was crushed by the sheer weight.
Why? Why did everything have to go so astray?
He buried himself further into the blanket, secretly hoping that it would be enough to suffocate him. He was only stopped from fully sheathing himself by two pairs of strong arms pulling him out of his self-made cocoon.
“Delirious…” Luke’s voice wavered above him and Jonathan peaked up through half-lidded eyes, feeling his heart sinking at meeting the same exhausted face of his brother.
Both he and Luke had stayed at PAX way after it ended, their bodies shaking and their minds fried over what had happened. They were both going through the motions, so going from the convention to the hotel had been a blur. But, thankfully, they made it to their room without a hitch. They didn’t say a word to each other as they mutely shedded their clothes across the floor and stumbled on to the bed together, a mess of limbs pained grunts.
Now that it was the day after, Jonathan couldn’t hide anymore from Luke’s cautious gaze.
“...Are you ready to talk about it?” Luke started it off softly, manoeuvring their bodies so that they were facing each other. The bed creaked at the movement and Jonathan slid closer.
“Not really,” Jonathan replied, voice small, “but I don’t have a choice, do I?”
Luke shook his head. Jonathan sighed, deep and slow. He pulled the blanket below his chin, wanting something to grasp onto as he spoke. He felt like he needed the support.
“Cartoonz, I’m so tired. I don’t know what to do anymore.”
Those words have never felt truer than that moment. He never knew what to do since the beginning, it’s laughable just thinking about it, but it was only till now that the fact began to take its toll on him. He was really, really tired.
Luke echoed his sigh, “Me neither.” His tone was just as enthusiastic, slow and littered with exhaustion.
And yet, Luke tugged at his hand and nodded encouragingly, so Jonathan took a deep breath and opened his mouth. Jonathan did his best to retell the events, his voice stuttering over parts he vaguely remembered and full on stopping when he mixed up the details. It was a struggle and it took way longer than necessary to get through but eventually, he managed to lay everything to Luke. From his chat with Squirrel, to his blunder during the Smash Bros. game, to the punks who made Evan extremely uncomfortable. By the end of it, his face was pale and fingers twitched in agitation. He was seconds away from ducking under the blanket and hiding away until he could go back home.
Luke’s expression remained neutral through the whole explanation, not once interrupting Jonathan’s words and offered little nods of encouragement when the other stumbled. After Jonathan had finished, he closed his eyes and did a full body sigh, his free hand reaching over and flicking his finger against Jonathan’s forehead. “That’s a huge fuck up, Delirious. How the hell did you forget where you were?” He stated bluntly.
Jonathan winced, sinking further into the blanket. “I-I don’t know! I got distracted by the game and Brian’s voice and Vanoss’ terrible skills tha-that suddenly I was in my recording room playing alongside them. I just reacted to them and then I opened my mouth-”
“That’s how trouble always starts,” Luke grumbled, rubbing his face.
“-and before I realised it, I cheered for Vanoss with everyone else.” Jonathan hid his face into his hands and groaned loudly, the blanket sliding down to his chest from the rapid movement. “...At that moment, I wasn’t at some dumb convention. I was home recording an even dumber video with my annoying friends.”
At that, Luke sighed softly. He reached over and ruffled Jonathan’s hair, heart sinking when he didn’t so much as flinch at the feeling. “We’re still alright, Delirious. We can’t do anything about it now, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t still make it work.”
Jonathan snorted, the sound mocking, “What? How are we going to do that? I don’t even know what I’m gonna do when I see him-I mean them, you know the guys.”
“We’ll manage,” Luke continued, eyebrow raised at Jonathan’s stumble, “we have been since you got here, we can still do it. Evan doesn’t know that it was you who said it so that’s like half the battle won. All we gotta do is watch your damn mouth and we’ll come out victorious.”
Jonathan didn’t look convinced, once again sinking into his blanket. “But...what if Evan contacts me-”
“Ignore his dumbass until you get back to the hotel,” Luke interrupted, gaze sharp, “knowing you, the moment Evan mentions his suspicions to you, you’ll cave in like a burning building.”
Jonathan frowned, slightly offended at Luke’s matter-of-fact tone. Yet, he begrudgingly admitted to himself that he probably would spill everything to Evan if he reads their messages. He was tired of the lies after all and the guilt of lying to Evan’s face might be the breaking point that he needed to finally come clean.
“That wouldn’t be a bad thing, telling Vanoss.” He voices his thoughts, looking up hesitantly through his eyelashes.
Luke looked at him thoughtfully, features soft. “I have no problem if you want to tell Evan the truth, but I think this type of thing should be said face to face. Not over the phone or a message app.”
Jonathan knew he was right and he sagged his shoulders, nodding his head slowly. He already decided that he was going to tell Evan everything. And, if that meant revealing himself in person to him, then he was going to do it. No more lies.
They both fell into a comfortable silence, their bodies for once free from tension after they laid out their concerns. They scooted closer and cuddled together without shame, both knowing that they needed the extra comfort.
“Just one more day.” Luke whispered, resting his chin on top of Jonathan’s head, “one more day of this bullshit and then we can finally go home. We can do this.”
Jonathan nodded, snuggling his head into the other’s chest. That made Luke’s heart swell and he chuckled, tightening his hold. “This is sweet an’ all, but I’m already in a committed relationship,” Luke tried to joke.
But Jonathan shook his head and snuggled closer, his arms circling around Luke’s waist and held tight.
“...I’m sorry.” Luke heard Jonathan say, his voice muffled from his face pressed against his chest.
He pushed him back gently so they could look at each other, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “What are you apologising for?”
Jonathan made a noise in the back of his throat, weak and pathetic, “J-Just for everything. For making you keep my secret for so many fucking years when you shouldn’t have to deal with that. For making you go through all of this just because you are my friend. For worrying you so much and taking up all your time when you should have been enjoying yourself at PAX. For making you lie to Ohm and probably ruining your relationship when you of all people deserve to be so fucking happy. For-”
Luke had enough and he pressed Jonathan further into his chest, his embrace almost painful. Jonathan words trailed to a choke at the action and he gasped. “Shut your damn mouth before I do it for you,” Luke swore, his voice tight. “You didn’t make me do a damn fucking thing so stop apologising for shit you didn’t do.”
“But,” Jonathan tried to argue, lifting his head.
Luke shook his head and pushed him back down. “But nothing! I chose to be your friend since you we a dumb fucking kid who I only knew because I was dating their sister. I already sold my sanity the moment I decided to have you at my side. Sorry, but no amount of your bullshit, past, present or future, is going to chase me away. It didn’t years ago and it sure as hell won’t now.”
He felt Jonathan’s breath hitch against his chest. He hoped it meant that Jonathan was listening closely to what he was saying. He threaded his fingers through Jonathan’s hair, tone turning soft, “Besides, you didn’t have anything to do with what happened with me and Ohm. That fuck up was all me. You gave me permission to tell Ohm about you since the beginning but I’m a fucking coward. I was the one who pushed him away instead of talking with him. It’s my mess that I need to clean up. But, I can’t do that until you and I are back in North Carolina. Where we both belong.”
Jonathan could only nod his head, could only believe in Luke’s words. He sagged into the embrace, emotionally drained. He wanted to scold himself for being so emotional. He was not used to feeling so helpless, only relying on hope alone to keep himself going. He hated it when the atmosphere suffered the most, especially because of him. Now that Luke diminished his worries (for now) he wanted to get rid of the heavy air around them.
“...What the fuck do you mean you had to sell your sanity?” Jonathan suddenly asked, raising his head to glare. Luke threw his head back and laughed.
“I’m the best goddamn thing that ever happened to you, bitch!”
“Keep telling yourself that,” Luke said through his laughs, releasing Jonathan from his hold.
They talked for a little bit more, mostly catching up what the other had missed (Jonathan cooed after listening to Luke retell his day with Ohm, wishing with all his heart that they work things out). They eventually got out of bed, knowing full well that they had to face the day.
The last day of PAX.
The last day of being ‘Conner.’
Jonathan had a hard time wrapping his head around it.
He groggily stood up and grabbed his pants, hopping on one foot as he struggled to put them on. He reached around the dresser and grabbed his shirt, blinking when his hoodie was not there alongside it. He looked around the room before bending down to peer under the bed, becoming more and more confused when the familiar piece of clothing didn’t show up. Luke snorted above him, leaning forward to smack the perky butt dangling in front of him. Jonathan turned his head to give him a half-hearted glare, rolling his eyes at the grin that greeted him.
“Do you know where I put my hoodie? The black one?” He asked, wiggling out from under the bed.
“Like there’s another hoodie,” Luke chuckled, “yeah, you took it off when we got back and left it in the living room.”
Jonathan merely hummed and stood back up, dusting off his jeans. Luke continued to grin as Jonathan walked out of the room with his shirt still in hand, casually eyeing the tattoos that curved around his backside. “Mmm, nothing is sexier than a man with ink.” He comments slyly, laughing when Jonathan gave him the finger.
“I’m damn beautiful, fuck you.”
Jonathan finds his hoodie draped on the armchair and picks it up, ignoring Luke’s mocking as he struggled to put his shirt and his hoodie on at the same time.
“Well then, beautiful, be a dear and make me some coffee?” Luke asked, playfully running his hand on the other’s back.
Jonathan smacks his hand with a laugh, “Hell no, do it yourself.”
Luke dramatically draped himself onto the kitchen counter, making Jonathan snicker at the dramatic display. “This is the thanks I get after the night we had together?” Luke moaned out, eyebrows waggling, “I held you in my arms.”
Jonathan rolled his eyes but he played along. He leaned against the counter seductively and batted his eyelashes, “But, you already have me here to yourself. Why drink coffee when you can have me?”
Luke visibly held in a laugh as he leaned closer, wolf whistling. “Hmm~, you drive a hard bargain, I can never resist you.”
They started at each other silently, their faces inches away from each other. Before they immediately squished their cheeks together and make kissy faces. Luke leaned back with a snort, exaggeratedly gagging when Jonathan blew him a hand kiss.
“I needed that,” Luke stated honestly after the two had calm down.
“What, for us to be cringey?” Jonathan asked, dodging the apple Luke threw at his head.
“To joke around,” Luke clarified, “it was getting kind of stuffy in here. I didn’t like it.”
Jonathan nodded, sighing softly, “I know. I don’t like it either.”
The two quickly finished up their coffee, contemplating quietly.
“Are you ready to face the world?” Luke asked gently, placing his empty cup into the sink.
Jonathan shrugged, his face scrunching up in hesitation. He definitely was not ready. But, he never was to begin with. He just hoped that everyone, especially Evan, would forgive him.
-
Jonathan expected a lot of things when they arrived at the convention.
Fewer people. More security. Maybe an abundance of police cars and police officers. And yet, it looked exactly the same.
People were lined up for miles and content creators of all kind were entering the building. The only slight difference he could recognise were the presence of more security guards walking the perimeter, all looking tall and imposing. It took away some of the fun energy PAX had before, both creators and fans alike looked slightly uncomfortable as they walked past the guards. Even the friendly guard Jonathan had spoken to these past two days oozed intimidation as they inspected badges and passes, their face free from their usual playfulness.
Despite that, Jonathan could see that everyone was trying their best to make the most of it. Fans waiting outside still played around and screamed their heart art the mere glimpse of their favourite creator. They still chatted enthusiastically to their friends and neighbour, phones and cameras out on every corner to record their experience. It lifted up Jonathan’s spirits to see them continue to make the most of their PAX experience.
Jonathan and Luke make it to the security check in one piece and show their pass to the security guard. The guard gives them a little smile, breaking his stiff and serious expression. “There’s the guy everyone is raving about,” they joke, running an observing finger over Jonathan’s pass, “I heard that you were quite the hero.”
Jonathan had to snort at that, ignoring the nervous butterflies in his stomach as the guard continued to inspect his pass. “Trust me, I’m no hero.”
The guard hummed, thankfully switching to inspect Luke’s. “Well then, it must have been a different Conner. The one I heard about had really big green glasses stuck to their face,” they teased.
Jonathan blinked at him, furrowing his eyebrows. His glasses? But, he was wearing them right now. What do they mean?
He blinked again before his hands flew to his face, eyes widening when he didn’t feel the familiar thick rim. Oh no.
He continued to pat at his face, the panic growing stronger with each futile search. Luke watched him with growing concern while the guard chuckled good-naturally. “You must have forgotten them, eh? Well, you could always pick up some new ones at the office,” they replied, stepping out of the way to let Luke and Jonathan through.
Jonathan forced out a laugh and thanked the guard, his panic showing clear on his face the moment they get through the door. “Fuck, I forgot about my glasses,” he groaned.
“What happened to them?” Luke asked.
Jonathan grumbled, “I lost them yesterday when that jerk pushed me. Don’t know where those damn things are now. Guess I have to go get new ones.”
Luke offered a smile, “Don’t worry. The guys are all at the room already so they won’t see you. Want me to come with you?”
Jonathan shook his head, ignoring Luke’s confusion, and instead thumped encouragingly on Luke’s chest. “No, I can go pick it up myself. You should be worrying about yourself instead of me. Don’t you have a lot of making up to do with Ohm?” His eyes softened at the way Luke’s figure visibly sagged, his usual confident expression was replaced with longing and sorrow.
Luke sighed quietly, bringing his free hand to rub at his neck anxiously. “I’m going to have to make up for my bullshit for the rest of my life,” he replied.
“But, it’s worth it, right?” Jonathan asked, lips curling into a smile.
Luke smiled back, small and fond. “Yeah, Ohm is worth everything.”
They parted ways after they gave each other a quick hug, Luke reminding Jonathan to text him when he was heading back to the room before they released each other. Jonathan jogged carefully through the main floor, doing his best to dodge and parry around the bustling staff members getting ready for the final day.
He easily finds his way to the staff room after having to report back to the same room every day. He waited patiently as fellow bodyguard walked through the door before he squeezed his way in, eyes immediately darting towards the small box of accessories in the corner of the room. He dived at the box, his fingers fumbling over the folds as he pressed the box to his chest.
“Glasses, glasses…” he muttered, shuffling over the many items stuffed inside. The feeling of panic settled in his chest as the familiar sight of those plastic glasses continued to not show up. He resorted to dumping all the contents onto the desk, flinging random accessories and items out of the way. No glasses.
He ran his fingers through his hair to try and calm down. Okay, so they don’t have any more glasses. That’s fine, right? He can make it without them, right? After all, he had decided that he was going to them today. This was a step in the right direction!
“I don’t need them. I don’t need them. I don’t need them-” Jonathan continued to say, trying to convince himself that it was for the best that his face showed. Even if he felt completely exposed.
With a shaky breath, he kneels over and starts to pick up the items he carelessly tossed to the side, hoping the action would distract his racing thoughts. Luckily, a familiar voice spoke behind him.
“Ah! There you are, Conner! You’re just in time,” Layla greeted him, quirking an eyebrow at Jonathan’s kneeled form and the mess of accessories surrounding him. Jonathan could only offer a sheepish shrug. She rolled her eyes as she helped him to his feet, tugging him into her arms for a quick hug. “Never mind that, the meeting is about to start.” She said, immediately latching onto Jonathan’s arm.
Jonathan made an inhuman noise as Layla ushered him into a different room, his arm stinging with how hard Layla held onto him. He obediently sat beside Layla in front of a large conference table alongside other fellow bodyguards, his mind struggling to catch up to him.
“Uhh...what is happening?” he asked, only to be shushed by Layla. A few seconds later, Edd came bustling through the door Jonathan came through, carrying a large stack of papers. Edd dramatically dropped the stack onto the desk and grunts, sending Layla and Jonathan a little grin before he coughs and straightens his tie. “Sorry about the urgent meeting everyone. I promise this will only take a few moments. Because of the commotion that happened yesterday, the chief has really been busting our asses. So, I am obligated to inform of the safety rules and the emergency plan in case something else happened.”
Jonathan did his best to follow along to Edd’s words but his brain was still working on only one brain cell. He felt even stupider when the people around him nodded along, once in a while chiming in a rule they knew or asking the occasional question. He tried to soak in the most important details, such as where the exits were located or what they needed to do if the fans got rowdy again.
By the end of it, he was pretty sure there was steam coming out of his ears from how fried his brain was. He was reminded why he never did well at desk jobs, there were too many things to keep up with.
“-and before everyone leaves, please come up and check on your new positions,” Edd finished off, motioning to the pile of papers.
Jonathan looked up in confusion, his chair squeaking quietly as he stood up. Nonetheless, he did what he was told and lined up alongside everyone else. Edd grinned at him when it was Jonathan’s turn, once again handing him a slip of paper.
Jonathan stepped to the side and narrowed his eyes and took his time to read carefully. After he finished, he re-read it again, blinking. He re-read it a third time, his brain unable to comprehend the words on the paper.
It… It had to be wrong, right?
He blindly reached out, catching Edd by his wrist and all but yanked him. Edd yelped in surprise, flaying his limbs to re-balance himself. He shoots Jonathan a pointed look but he ignores it in favour of shoving the piece of paper in his face. Edd makes an ‘oof’ noise as the paper smacked his face.
“W-W-W-What does this mean?” Jonathan asked, refusing to give up after he stuttered.
Edd took a step back, unimpressed, before taking the offending paper from Jonathan’s dangling fingers. He briefly reads the paper, his face blank. “...What am I supposed to be seeing?” He asked after a few seconds had passed.
“What does it mean?” Jonathan repeated, features tensed.
Edd furrowed his eyebrows, “Uh, it means that you have been assigned to a different creator. Your new assignment is jacksepticeye who should be waiting for you right now.” There was a playful warning in his tone but Jonathan couldn’t care less. He was reassigned? Why?
“Why?!” Jonathan floundered, grabbing onto Edd’s shoulders and shook him.
“W-Well,” Edd tried to explain, motioning for Jonathan to let him go, which he does so reluctantly, “I had informed everyone on the first day of PAX that your assignments were not definite and could be changed at any time. Some of your colleagues have had different creators all three days, it’s just how things work around here.”
“B-But, why do I have to change? Haven’t I been doing a good job?” Jonathan tried, desperate.
At that, Edd sighed, crossing his arms. “You’re right. You have been doing great, especially with how you handled everything yesterday. To be honest, I was not going to re-assign you at all. But, the higher-ups found out that I have not exactly been doing my ‘job.’ So, they want me to take back my original position, which was to guard Mr Fong.”
Jonathan rapidly shook his head. This was bad, what was he going to do? He needed to stay by Evan’s side more than ever. He knew how Evan thought and how he coped with situations. He probably was still traumatised over the whole, more than likely blaming himself for letting it happened. Jonathan wanted to make sure he was okay, that he wasn’t alone with his pessimistic thoughts.
And, Jonathan needs to be by Evan’s side so he could tell him everything; about his identity, his lies, and why it took so long to tell him. He has to do it in person.
“T-Then why don’t you guard this person instead? I could still guard Vanoss and you could still be doing your job,” Jonathan tried to persuade as a last-ditch effort.
But, Edd didn’t budge.
“Sorry, I can’t do that. I have to take my original position or we both will be in trouble,” he reached over and clasped on Jonathan’s shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze, “but hey, I’m glad that you got along well with Mr Fong. I’ll be sure to tell him that you had a wonderful time. Now, hurry up and meet with your new assignment. They’re waiting for you.”
With that, Edd lifted the rest of the papers and walked out of the room, leaving Jonathan behind.
He felt utterly defeated.
He stared at the slip of paper blankly, the words bold and clear on the page. ‘What do I do now?’ he thinks, wrinkling the paper in his hands. How was he going to get to Evan now? Evan’s schedule was different than the other days and he no longer knew where he is going to be other than the panel, which he no longer has access to.
“Dammit,” Jonathan cursed, lifting a hand to his face and rubbed his cheek.
Layla, who had been beside him that whole time, caught his movements and lightly hits his shoulder. “Hey, it’s not all bad. We get new assignments all the time, it’s part of the job. Beside, jacksepticeye is a great guy. I have no doubt that you will get along with him. He’ll make you feel right at home,” she replied with a smile.
“I know…” Jonathan said, thinking back the time he had recorded a video with the guy and Ohm way back then. He knew how nice and fun Jack is from that recording session alone. He had no problem at all to be around Jack, but right then he didn’t want to leave Evan behind. Especially since he had decided that he was going to tell him the truth. It didn’t feel right to be a part. But, Layla didn’t know any of that so he only nodded his head and accepted her encouragement.
She noticed his dejected face and rolled her eyes, snaking her arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, “it’ll be okay, you’re going to do fine. This is our last day so try to enjoy and make the most of it, okay? I don’t want to see you all mopey. I want to remember you as the wonderful and shy guy that I had the pleasure to work with. Not this party pooper.”
Jonathan widened his eyes and barked out a laugh, loud and wonderfully delirious. For the first time since he’s been there, he opened his mouth and spoke the truth.
“Thank you, Layla. I’m really happy to have had you here.”
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“I’m telling you that I heard him. He has to be here!”
“And I am telling you to shut the fuck up and talk to someone else.”
Evan gave Tyler a withering glare as he all but flung the conference door open, satisfied with the way it banged against the wall. Multiple people swivelled their heads at the sound, surprised to see Evan marching into the room seething while Tyler tiredly followed behind him.
“Is Evan still at it?” Marcel asked from his place on the couch, leaning forward to place a cup of coffee on the table.
Tyler rubbed his temples and groaned, “He hasn’t stopped since yesterday. I bet he even talked about it in his sleep.”
Brian and Lui snickered in the corner, shutting their mouths when Evan sent them a sharp look. He scowled, returning his attention to Tyler, “stop making fun of me and listen to me. I know I heard Delirious in the crowd. I literally have had that stupid voice screaming in my ear for years, there’s no way it wasn’t him.”
His friends shared a look with each other and shrugged their shoulders, clearly sceptical. Brian lolled his head to the side with a groan, “there’s no way. If you heard the crazy bastard then that would mean he was here at PAX.”
Evan blinked at him, face brightening with each passing second. Delirious? Here? That… that would be amazing! He could finally meet him, talk face to face, he would be able to touch him! If it was true, Evan had to go look for him.
Tyler frowned, noticing the way Evan visibly brighten after spending the whole morning glaring at him. “Woah woah, slow down. I doubt that it’s really him,” he stated reasonably, mentally sighing when the withering glare returned.
Thankfully, most of the guys agree with him.
“I dunno,” Anthony spoke up, rubbing his chin, “the Delirious I know is usually seconds away from having an aneurysm the moment we mention hosting a live stream. How in the world would he handle walking around so many people?”
Lui nodded his head, “also, the voice you heard could have been a fan impersonating his voice. I’ve had a few people come up to me and mimic my child voice perfectly before. It’s not far fetched to believe someone had copied Delirious’ voice.”
Evan scoffed at that. Someone copying Delirious’ voice? The crazy gibberish that the man was known for? That was as likely as finding someone with the same iconic laugh. Utterly ridiculous.
“That’s stupid. There’s no way someone could sound THAT much like Delirious,” Evan grumbled, getting kind of angry, “I know what I heard.”
Brock, sensing the tension, stepped up and waved his arms. “Hey, hey, we believe you. We know you won’t joke about this,” he said slowly, calming Evan down, “it’s just hard to believe that Delirious would actually be here. Maybe what you heard was a recording of his voice?”
Various sounds of agreement filled the room, hoping to end the conversation.
Evan huffed in frustration, “I never heard Delirious say that before.”
Tyler threw his arms up in the air, “well they probably clipped the sentence together! Fans do that all the time to make us say weird shit. They must have taken the clips from our prop hunt videos and played it to be funny.”
Evan straightened his neck, by all means ready to hold his ground and continue to argue, but Tyler put a stop to him. “Look, whether or not you heard Delirious doesn’t matter right now. We can worry about that later. Right now, we need to get ready for our panel and make sure our fans and subscribers have the best goddamn time out there,” Tyler stated firmly, locking his eyes with Evan.
Evan held his gaze for a full minute, his will to not back down too strong to ignore. But, after searching in each other’s eyes, Evan deflates and looked away first, fist clenching. He knew Tyler was right, they had to focus on their fans right now.
Yesterday had been disastrous. He couldn’t even look at his twitter feed without seeing the video of him being surrounded. No matter how much he scrolled down the video always appeared. He was glad that he already had notifications off because his mentions were devastating, he didn’t want to think about how many likes and retweets the original uploader gained from all this.
It didn’t help that his own family and friends were blowing up his phone every minute asking if he was alright. He had to more than once explain that yes, he was fine, and no, he wasn’t being attacked by a crazy stalker. He had to explain to his own mother that the media just blew it out of proportion and that this incident had not ruin PAX for him, it was just an unfortunate thing that happened.
He was just glad that neither his friends or his fans (besides the teenager that got tackled by Conner) were harmed. If it weren’t for his friends being on the same boat, Evan was sure he would have lost his mind by then.
Evan shook off his thoughts, just remembering it made him feel depressed. Everything about that day made him depressed.
That early morning made him the most depressed.
He couldn’t contact Delirius at all. All he got was a typo littered message saying that he was busy. No matter how many time Evan spammed the chatroom or called his cell, Delirious stopped answering him. ‘Why of all times to disappear off the face of the earth,’ Evan thought with a grimace. It was both frustrating and heart-breaking. He really wanted to talk to him, even if it was only Evan talking and Delirious making non-committed ‘hmm’s every once in a while. Just so Evan could have some piece in that he really did image it all and Delirious was actually at home. That Delirious was safe in his room recording videos and being an asshole about not reading his messages, instead of being somewhere in PAX where Evan could not find him.
That would mean Delirious didn’t want to see him.
“Speaking of getting ready for the panel, Conner isn’t here yet,” Marcel suddenly spoke up, breaking Evan away from his thoughts, “he should have been here already.”
Scotty shrugged, “maybe he had something to do? We still got some time before we have to head out there.”
“Still...he is kind of very late,” Craig piped up, “he should have been here like an hour ago.”
Most of the guys hummed, unconcern.
“Like Scotty said, he probably had some shit to do,” Tyler replied dismissively.
The mention of Conner’s name made Smitty perk up from his corner, where he and Jon hid away when Evan bursted through the door. He squirmed his way into the centre and grinned, “speaking of Romeo, did everyone get a good look of our main man?”
Tyler turned to him, face going blank, “...what the fuck are you on about now.”
“I’m asking if you saw his face,” Smitty replied, unbothered.
Craig and Brian snickered as Tyler’s face pinched, “Actually, no, I didn’t. I was too busy dealing with little shits harassing Evan to ogle at our bodyguard.”
Smitty’s grin deepened and he turned to look at the rest of his friends, unbothered by Tyler’s annoyed tone. “Well, that’s a damn shame brother because you missed out.”
He wolf whistled to get his point across, high fiving Anthony who found the whole thing hilarious.
“Why, what did we miss out?” Marcel entertained him, ignoring Tyler’s groan.
“I’m glad you asked!” Smitty replied with glee, “ You should have seen it. You know those stupid glasses he’s been wearing this entire time? Well, they flew off his face when that fuck-head attacked. It was fucking intense! Conner looked like a freaking’ superhero. Eyes blazing and bangs covering his left eye- bro, I’m not ashamed to say that I was a little bit turned on when I saw that.”
Anthony was full on hollering, Craig and Scotty not far behind him. Brian raised his eyebrow, intrigued, while Brock and Marcel looked sceptical over the whole story. Lui nodded along to the story, his face surprisingly serious as Smitty retold his tale. Tyler just looked absolutely done.
“And we care about this...why?” he asked carefully, exhausted. He was seconds away from giving up his sanity and jump over the table to strangle the younger male.
Smitty grinned, eyes sparkling, “Our man is hot.”
Tyler threw his hands in the air before leaping over the table, Smitty’s screech filling the room along with everyone’s thunderous laughter as he ran for his life.
“I think he’s more on the cute side, did you see how big his eyes were? He looked like Bambi before his mom got shot,” Jon added, turning tail and running alongside Smitty when Tyler set his blazing gaze on him. His comment only sent Anthony and Craig tumbling to the floor, their faces flushed from how hard they were laughing.
This caused the rest of the guys (who actually saw Conner’s face) to debate whether or not he was more in the cute area or in the hot area, both sides surprisingly having good points mentioned with ‘cute’ having the most favour.
Evan had stayed quiet through the whole ordeal, lost in thought. He slipped to the side and stood beside Brock, who had been watching him since the topic had changed to Conner. They both stood silently as they guys continued to debate, allowing time to think about what they wanted to say.
Brock reached forward and took a water bottle from the table. “How are you doing, by the way?” He started off as he uncapped the bottle and took a small sip.
Evan rubbed at his neck, humming softly, “Honestly? I’m actually doing okay.”
“Really?” Brock asked, surprised.
“Yeah, I am. I thought I wouldn’t either for a bit, and it’s not like I’m not shaken up by everything. But, I can honestly say that I can handle it. Thanks to Conner, I think I wasn’t as miserable as I would have been.”
Brock laughed quietly, “I’m glad that you are comfortable with Conner now. I’m pretty sure that he would be glad to hear that instead of the conversation they are having.” He motioned to Jon and Brian, who somehow convinced Nogla to be on the ‘cute’ side instead of the ‘hot’ side with Smitty and Craig.
Evan snorted, motioning for Brock to hand him some water as well.
“Well, I can’t blame them,” Brock continued after he handed the bottle over, “I did get a good look of him when you were talking with Layla. He’s actually very good looking, not gonna lie.”
Evan groaned, “fuck, he is.”
That caused Brock to cough. He hunched over and thumped at his chest as he coughed, Evan patting his pack in concern. “I-I’m sorry -cough- what? Can you repeat that?” Brock managed to say after he caught his breath.
Evan rolled the water bottle in his palm, sighing, “I said that he is attractive.”
Insanely attractive. Like, what the fuck how do you exist, type of attractive.
“Oh,” Brock replied, eyes wide, “sorry, I was just not expecting to hear that from you.” He laughed it off, snickering when Evan shoved him with a slight blush on his cheeks. “I bet it’s the eyes,” Brock continued, “you said that you were a sucker for blue eyes. And our home boy has those baby blues.”
“Shut up,” Evan said with a hiss, shoving him once more.
Brock takes the hit with a chuckle, his expression clearing. They both fall silent, taking in the loud chatter of their friends and the buzzing energy of the people outside waiting to be let in. They could hear the crowd stomping their feet from their place, the room barely muffling their loud screams. It felt more like an awaiting concert than a panel room. The group were minutes away from setting up for their panel, waiting for the signal to test the mics and sound.
It was kind of daunting to think about. It was going to be the first time that all of them were going to be up on stage together. Evan could still remember the way the staff’s faces drained from colour when the higher-ups gave the okay to have twelve people (plus Ohm being mic'd up from backstage) on one panel. He felt kind of bad for them, he knew how difficult it was to prepare for a panel of two or more people, even less twelve. Plus, Evan’s friends were not really known to be civil and quiet.
He glanced at his friends who were still debating (how?) over Conner’s looks, their faces oddly serious as they went back and forth. Evan shook his head with a smile. Despite the possible malfunctions waiting to happen, Evan was excited. He couldn’t wait to see everyone and make the best panel that he could for their fans. He just wished…
Evan frowned, casting a glance at his silent phone. He had his private chat room open where his messages have been left unread, unanswered.
He just wished that Delirious could be there, too.
“Hey…” Brock suddenly said, making Evan turn to him, “so...I know this is out of the blue, but what do you really think of Conner? Like, is there any feelings there?”
Evan blinked at him, confused, “What? What are you talking about?”
Brock shrugged, “I don’t know, it just you’ve been thinking about the guy for a while and you have been pretty adamant about making a connection with him. Plus, you did admit that you found him attractive. Maybe, you guys could be something more?”
Evan furrowed his eyebrows as Brock’s words tumbled inside his head. Is Brock saying what he thinks he is saying?
“Brock,” Evan stated slowly, “whatever you are thinking about, stop it. There’s nothing going on between me and Conner. Yeah, he’s hot-” Oh fuck, is he hot, “but that’s it, there’s no emotional connection or anything.”
“That’s what dating is for~” Brock singsonged, earning him another punch.
“Brock, I’m serious. I’m not going to betray my feelings for Delirious, even less for a ‘maybe’.” Evan hissed, turning is head in embarrassment for saying it out loud.
It was more than that.
He has known Delirious for so many years. So many years for Evan to fall in love with his stupid quirks and his stupid voice and his even stupider personality. He fell for Delirious despite not knowing what he looks like and Evan is more than okay with that. That level of emotion can’t be erased for some pretty face.
Brock’s face soften, sighing softly before draping his arm over Evan’s shoulder. “I’m not saying to give up on your feelings for Delirious,” he started off calmly, meeting Evan’s eyes, “I know more than anyone how those feelings run deep. But, you can have those feeling with Conner as well. Even you have admitted that there was something about him that attracted you. I’m not saying to fall in love with the guy, especially since he hasn’t been honest about who he is or what he is really like. But, if you feel something there, don’t be afraid to take it.”
Evan shook his head, eyes closing.
He knew what Brock was trying to say. He wanted Evan to have a relationship with someone that could be there. Something physical that Evan could touch. He leaned against the wall and breathed deeply, mulling over his thoughts.
Maybe… maybe if Conner had Delirious’ personality, then Evan could…
“I hear you. I’ll think about it. In the meantime, start trying to mind your own business, Brock,” he teased, making Brock chuckle.
“I’ll try my best.”
The gang finally stopped their bickering and moved on to a different topic, their voices growing louder and louder (mostly Marcel’s and Nogla’s). Both Evan and Brock looked at each other before shaking their heads and making their way to rejoin the group. It didn’t take long for Evan to be just as loud, elbowing Brian out of the way to voice his own opinion, only to dance away and feign innocent when he was proven wrong. He was chased by Brian as everyone roared with laughter, unafraid to rival even the noise of their fans thumping outside.
Everything felt alright for a moment. While Evan couldn’t forget, and he had to remind himself every other minute to not pull out his phone and check his messages, just being able to talk about his concerns made him feel a bit better. The stress of yesterday melted away as laughed at Brian tripping over a table leg, landing face first onto the unforgiving floor. A few more minutes before they have to walk on stage. It was like the calm before the storm.
And he couldn’t have been more right.
Their laughter was cut short by the sound of a door banging harshly against the wall and the guys leapt to their feet, defensive over the intruder.
They expected to see an angry staff member about to yell at them for being too loud or a crazy fan that managed to sneak into the convention unnoticed.
What they didn’t expect to see was Ohm leaning against the wide open door, his face and skin incredibly pale.
Craig was the first to respond after a couple of seconds of the guys openly gaping in surprise, rushing to Ohm’s and helping him stand up.
“Ohm, are you okay?!” Craig asked in alarm, the sound of his voice stirring the rest of them to respond.
Scotty darted forward to help Ohm stand up, the older man looking seconds away from collapsing. The rest of the guys moved out of the way, making room on the couch for Ohm to sit. Ohm started to shake his head, incoherent babbles escaping his lips as he clutched at his own clothes for comfort. They managed to sit him down on the couch, taking turns in rubbing his shoulders and arms.
“Ohm, what happened? Did someone hurt you?” Brock asked gently, taking a seat on Ohm’s left.
He only shook his head, taking large and shaky breaths. They cast worried glances with one another. Did someone recognise Ohm and attacked him?
Finally, after ten minutes of coaxing and soothing, Ohm took an even breath and leaned back, his face carefully blank. “...Sorry about that,” he said with a watery smile, his voice croaky, “don’t know what came over me.”
“Ohm…” Anthony said carefully, taking his right, “what happened?”
Ohm lowered his eyes, his arms curling around his stomach. “I-I don’t know, probably nothing? M-Maybe I saw wrong or heard wrong. T-That has to be it…” He started to babble again and Brock gently shook his shoulders.
“Ohm, come back to us.”
“S-Sorry,” he replied meekly, his vision clearing.
“That’s okay, take your time,” Craig said from above them, “but we want you to tell us what you saw.”
“Like I said I probably just overreacted…” Ohm’s words faltered after seeing everyone’s serious face and he sighed deeply. He rubbed at his neck, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
“I think…”
Everyone leaned in closer, careful to not get too close less Ohm felt suffocated from their presence.
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Silenzioso, Nando ascoltava il lieve battere del cuore di Sergio, che ignaro del mattino, continuava a russare come solo lui faceva. Ogni tanto, una leggera risata sfuggiva dalle labbra sottili e pallide del giovane Torres, che sempre in silenzio, lo aveva osservato dormire e spesso cambiar posizione. Lo aveva osservato stringersi a lui, per poi voltarsi nuovamente dall'altra parte e rifare il tutto da capo. 'Ehi.' Nuovamente catturata la sua attenzione da quell'uomo che continuava a togliergli il respiro con le più minime cose che faceva, il sorriso di Nando si allargò mentre gli occhi incrociavano quelli ancora assonnati e scuri di Sergio. L'altro scoppiò in una leggera risata, sbadigliando ed abbracciandolo allo stesso tempo. Nando arrossì violentemente lasciandosi avvolgere da quelle braccia tanto massiccie, ancora poco abituato a quel contatto tanto diretto con l'uomo che continuava ad impedirgli di pensare lucido, concreto. 'Ehi.' Rispose infine, nascondendo il volto nel suo petto chiudendo gli occhi una seconda volta, mentre le mani di Sergio andarono lente ad accarezzargli la schiena con fare dolce, regalando così altri brividi fatti di piacere ad un Nando sempre più palpitante. Sergio scoppiò a ridere, non riuscendo a trattenersi una volta incrociato nuovamente lo sguardo ambrato di Nando, rubandogli così più di un bacio. Uno di quei baci che lo facevano tanto impazzire, tanto eccitare. Una serie di baci che presto si trasformarono in qualcosa di più, travolgendo entrambi l'ennesima volta, fino a quando alle loro orecchie non giunse c'ho che sembrò tanto lo sbattere di una porta. Nando sussultò, voltandosi verso il letto di Juan posto di fronte al suo per trovarlo del tutto vuoto: una lieve nota di panico s'impossessò del suo corpo. 'Che c'è?' La voce ancora resa un sussurro e tanto dolce, Sergio continuava a fissare incantato quel volto coperto da quelle lentiggini che sapeva di adorare, ogni tanto accarezzandogli il viso. Nando però si staccò in fretta da lui, saltando giù dal letto, perlustrando con lo sguardo quella stanza d'un trattot anto grande, tanto vasta. 'Juan. Non è tornato questa notte.' Leggermente sconcertato e confuso, Sergio seguì con lo sguardo i movimenti di Nando, che a sua volta aveva raggiunto la porta, appoggiandovici un orecchio: fuori sembrava accanirsi la tersa guerra mondiale. Sergio fece per parlare ancora, ma fu presto zittito da un cenno di un Nando sempre più curioso, sempre più impaziente. 'Ok basta, che succede?' Con quella risata che lo caratterizzava tanto, Sergio si alzò dal letto rivestendosi in fretta gli slip gettati chissà dove la sera prima. Al solo ricordo sorrise come un beota, fino a quando quei sussurri leggermente urlati di Nando non attirarono nuovamente la sua attenzione facendo così dissolvere quel piccolo incantesimo che andava nuovamente ad avvolgerlo. 'Vestiti, veloce. Sergio! Mi ascolti?! Vestiti!' Scattante e quasi ridicolo, Nando si mise a raccogliere i vestiti sparsi un po' ovunque, correndo poi alla finestra per aprirla, facendo così passare un po' d'aria fresca in quella stanza dalla fragranza mista e leggermente nauseante. 'Mi spieghi cosa-' Non riuscì a finire quella domanda tanto semplice, tanto banale, quando vide la maniglia della portoa della stanza abbassarsi. Sergio venne spinto da Nando in bagno, dove a sua volta lo chiuse dentro, rimettendo così ultime cose al loro posto. '...continuo a non capire cose sia successo, però ti prego, calmati.' La voce di Juan Mata rieccheggiò lungo le pareti, facendo così leggermente sussultare il giovane Nando. Entrò nella stanza tenendo strette fra le braccia varie borse, seguito da un Cesc in preda ai singhiozzi ed urla di rabbia. Nando assunse uno di quei sorrisi leggermente annoiati, particolarmente suoi, per poi avvicinarsi e dare una mano a Juan, lanciandogli solamente un'occhiata incuriosita. 'Nando scusa, ti dispiace fare a cambio - una seconda volta?' Le mani appoggiate ai fianchi e la maglietta indossata al rovescio, Nando continuava a non capire, a non comprendere quella situazione fattasi sempre più assurda. Dal bagno si udì lo scorrere dell'acqua, tanto rumoroso quanto assordante. Juan corrugò la fronte, per poi osservare Nando quasi indignato. 'E' solo Sese... Pepe si è chiuso in bagno e non è riuscito a farsi la doccia. E' un problema?' Juan scoppiò a ridere di quel compagno sempre in ritardo, sempre pronto a compromettere l'orario di un'intera squadra. Nando sorrise di ricambio, per poi tornare a volgere lo sguardo verso Cesc, che nel frattempo si era accasciato a terra con il volto fra le mani. 'Senti Cesc, non ho la più pallida idea di cosa stia succedendo, però ritieniti libero di rimanere qui quanto ti pare.' Sorrise dolcemente, per poi scompigliargli i capelli con fare goffo ed infantile. Nel frattempo, Sergio uscì dal bagno con solo l'asciugamano avvolto attorno alla vita ed un sorriso che lasciava trasparire anche la più piccola delle emozioni che provava. Diede la mano ancora bagnata a Juan, per poi tirare su con il naso e puntare a sua volta lo sguardo verso Cesc. Lo indicò leggermente con l'indice, incrociando gli occhi di un Nando nuovamente su di giri per quella nuova scena che si era andata a creare. Lo travolgeva con quegli occhi color miele, lasciando intuire il solo desiderio di sfiorarlo con un dito, mentre in realtà voleva chiaramente di più. Sergio trattenne una risata, mentre Nando si riprendeva da quel piccolo incantesimo che era stata l'entrata in stanza di Sergio, per scrollare le spalle confuso. 'Ahm, colazione?' Juan fece battere le mani una volta, arricciando leggermente le labbra, sperando di rompere in un modo o nell'altro quel silenzio ormai diventato tanto insopportabile. Nando annuì, raggiungendo il proprio armadio per cambiarsi, mentre con lo sguardo continuava a seguire Sergio che con il solito passo veloce, usciva dalla stanza.
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Nonostante sapesse che durante gli allenamenti mattutini le varie cameriere passavano di stanza in stanza, Gerard provò troppa vergogna da poter permettersi quel disordine alle spalle. Passò più di dieci minuti a riprendersi da quell'abbandono dalle origini tutt'ora a lui oscure, del tutto lontane. Passò poi altri dieci a cercare di raccogliere una serie di cose rivelatesi stranamente bagnate e dall'odore inquietante. Riuscì a radunare infine le proprie cose in tempo record, tanto da riuscire lavarsi quella notte tanto sporca di dosso, ed uscire puntuale per la colazione. Durante il breve tragitto fino all'area ristoratrice, incrociò soli sguardi terribilmente annoiati e tutt'ora assonnati, ma nessuno tanto perso quanto il suo. Cercò di cogliere nel volto degli altri almeno il più piccolo ricordo di quella notte passata, ignaro dello sguardo che continuava a seguirlo. Si voltò leggermente infastidito, sentendo addosso quella strana sensazione di venir osservato di continuo, con tanta ossessione. Gli occhi azzurri incrociarono quelli scuri di Iker, che come lui, aspettava l'ascensore. 'Che c'è?!' Spazientito, Gerard sbuffò cercando di calmare quella nuova corrente di emozioni negative che pian piano lo assallivano, accanendosi così con quel povero pulsante che sembrava funzionare poco. Con la solita espressione di chi sotto controllo aveva praticamente tutto, Iker scorllò le spalle leggermente confuso, per poi abbassare lo sguardo leggermente in imbarazzo. 'Pensavo non ti avremmo più rivisto.' Parole dette quasi in un sussurro, colpirono un Gerard del quale panico era ormai chiaramente dipinto sul volto, con tale forza da fargli togliere il fiato. 'Di cosa stai parlando?' Con la rabbia ancora sotto controllo, Gerard si voltò del tutto verso il proprio capitano, cercando nuovamente di controllare quelle lacrime che insistenti, volevano scendere al solo ricordo dell'odio di Cesc. 'Non lo so, magari preferivi cambiare nazionale.' Con il tono pacato di sempre e l'espressione rigida ma dai lineamenti dolci, Iker provò a sua volta a spingere quel bottone che ormai aveva perso ogni tipo ti connessione. '...magari preferisci i nostri compagni portoghesi, eh Gerard?' Quest'ultimo sgranò gli occhi, tenendo le labbra leggermente schiuse per la sorpresa. Iker cercò di alleggerire le proprie parole con un semplice sorriso. 'Dov'è Cristiano?' Gerard abbassò lo sguardo, mentre una dopo una, le immagini di quella notte a dir poco oscena, penetravano quella mente ormai segnata dal dolore stesso. Cercò di respirare e non riuscendoci, sentì una nuova corrente di panico e paura assallirlo. 'Sembri sconvolto, eppure ieri sera sembravi tanto allegro, qui, in corridoio.' Scoppiò in una leggera risata, ignaro di cosa qulle sue parole stavano causando all'animo di un Gerard sempre più confuso e disgustato da se stesso. Iker corrugò la fronte, a sua volta leggermente smarrito, per poi posare una mano sulla spalla dello stesso Gerard. 'Ehi, tutto ok? Non volevo offenderti, scusa.' Quasi preoccupato, Iker lo guardò dal basso con quello sguardo tanto paterno che solo lui riusciva ad assumere con tanta facilità. 'Gerard? Mi senti? Mi dispiace.' Il ragazzo cercò di riprendersi, chiudendo e riaprendo gli occhi un paio di volte. 'Cos'è successo ieri?' Gerard appoggiò la schiena contro quell'ascensore che non aveva nessuno intenzione di arrivare, riprendendo a fissare uno di quei punti morti che tanto amava, con i quali ultimamente si ossessionava troppo spesso. 'Non lo so. Ieri sono tornato da Xabi per recuperare le chiavi della stanza ed al ritorno bè... tu e Cristiano eravate... come dire...' Gerard alzò lo sguardo verso Iker, con la paura ormai padrona di quel volto tanto marcato dal disgusto e dal dolore, sperando che le parole appena udite non fossero altro se non uno scherzo. '...eravate parecchio attivi contro quella parete.' Lo sguardo di entrambi si spostò verso la parete opposta, mentre Gerard sentiva l'ascensore alle sua spalle muoversi, finalmente raggiungerli.
Okay guys, all day I have been trying to finish my english homework.
We have to write what we think would happen in the tenth chapter of the Great Gatsby. I just finished mine and I want to see what you guys think. So if you have read the Great Gatsby can you please read it and see if it sounds like it would go with the book?
I spent a few weeks at the hotel with the same lingering sadness. One day I was in the dining hall eating a nice lunch, when I heard her musical voice across the room. Without even having to check first, I stood up from my seat and walked in the direction of Daisy Buchanan. She had a small smile on her face. It was unlike any smile I’ve seen on her. The brightness and the life it used radiate with was gone. When she looked in my direction, her eyes grew wide in disbelief and she walked towards me.
“I just... I’m so glad to see you!” Daisy said in the same voice she spoke to with when we met at the beginning of the summer.
“It’s wonderful to see you, too,” I responded.
I led her to my table and pulled the chair out for her. After settling back in I notice a glimmer of something I couldn’t quite place in her eyes.
“How have you been?” she asked me.
“Good! I’ve been good,” I exclaimed. There was a sort of awkward silence between the two of us. I could still feel a little of the tension from the day at the hotel. Something struck me suddenly.
“Where’s Tom today?” I asked her.
“I left him,” she stated with a proud smile on her face. “After we had left, I had found out about another girl he was seeing. I decided I would have no more of it so I packed all my things, left him a note, and I took Pammy with me. I finally realized that he didn’t really love me,” she exclaimed. My smile grew upon hearing that news. I felt proud of Daisy.
Her smile faded and I could see that she was having a battle in her head and I knew it was about Gatsby. Finally she had come to a decision.
“And... And how is... Gatsby?” she asked hesitantly. My smile was gone as well now. I looked to her eyes and I finally realized what the glimmer was, it was guilt.
“About Gatsby--” I started to say, but was interrupted by Daisy.
“He met someone?” she wondered.
“No, nothing like that. He’s--” she cut me off again.
“He moved away?” She guessed.
“No. Daisy just listen to me,” I started. She closed her mouth and took a deep breath, almost like she what was coming next. Like she was preparing herself. “Daisy, the day after the accident, that poor woman’s husband went mad. He killed Gatsby for hitting his wife,” I explained. I could see the tears start to form in her eyes, her breathing became heavy, and her face drained of color.
“He... Gatsby’s dead... And it’s all my fault...” she stuttered out. She started breathing in gasps and the tears fell freely down her face now. “I w-was driving... I was driving the car... not Gatsby!” she exclaimed. She let a violent sob escape her.
“Daisy, daisy please calm down,” I said to her. “I know you were driving, I know what happened. Gatsby told me when Tom, Jordan, and I got back to your house. It’s not your fault, Daisy. It’s not your fault,” I exclaimed.
It took a while, but I was able to calm her down. After we just sat there, both of our appetites gone.
“Are you staying here?” she asked me suddenly.
“Yes, I am. Why do you ask?” I wondered.
“Come stay with me,” she exclaimed. It was almost like the previous events had never even happened and the melody in her voice was back.
“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly impose,” I stated.
“No, I insist. At least until you find a place of your own!” she insisted.
“Well, why not,” I said.
I’m still staying with Daisy today. She still feels the guilt about Gatsby and what happened with the woman, but she’s gotten past most of it. She is becoming the same girl I knew at the beginning of the summer again.
