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6:33 pm on a Saturday
Yep, thats when you had been dragged from your cozy bed to go make a youtube video with your dumb friends. You loved them, obviously, but since they made that YouTube channel that they all held dear, they had been bugging you to join in. Especially Evan, who you obviously had a weak spot for.
It was just the third video and already you had been asked by everyone. Jeff, Vinnie, and of course now Evan. You had decided that maybe just going would get them to stop being little pricks to you. Even if you did sorta like how much they liked your presence.
You had always been a bit of a shut in, not being the best with people and always preferring to just eat fast food and other junk. That's probably why the boys so desperately needed you to join them in a video. And who were you to deny them your lovely presence?
So here you were, throwing on an outfit that had been marinating on your floor for over a week probably. You didn't have the energy to actually fish out something from your bare bones closet...Jesus you needed to do your laundry sooner or later. Honestly you just needed to clean. Period.
Maybe even shower? You don't really remember the last time you did that..You wanna say you did it atleast a week ago, maybe, oh god hopefully.
Whatever you'd do that later, probably...Whatever anyway you decided that you'd put on the least dust bunny smelling clothes your lovely hardwood floor had to offer.
Band shirt, dirty red jacket, blue jeans, decorative chains? Score, this will do nicely for your (begrudging) outting, you just hope nobody will notice the weird dank smell on you...now that'd be a bit embarrassing to explain. Like 'oh, yeah! I woke up and didn't bother to take a shower or anything, i live like Oscar from sesame street and honestly don't even wanna be here!' Yeah no, not a chance.
Throwing it all on, and messily running your hand through your hair in an attempt to smooth it out a little. You wanted to look somewhat presentable after-all, these goofballs were your friends, you didn't like not being at-least somewhat okay visually. Once that was settled you left your room after what felt like ages.
Your apartment wasn't exactly the best, there were dirty dishes strewn about, empty chip bags and candy packs, it was a wonder that no little bugs had decided to creep into your barely lived in space and take shelter within each trash pile. God you were disgusting...
You swiped a few wrappers off the kitchenette counter and took your keys from the place they had already decided to crust themselves to. You hadn't drove in a while, you hoped you still semi knew what the hell you were doing. You couldn't be dealing with a total on your beaten down car right now, especially with the nonexistent job you had.
With one last sigh, you opened the front door and cringed at the somewhat warm air that brushed against you. You forgot it was the end of April, but that didn't mean you were going to be taking off your jacket, no way. Evans house was a cold nightmare, like hell were you taking this thing off anytime soon.
You popped yourself down the stairs and into the parking lot where you climbed yourself into the drivers seat, if you didn't adore these idiots you wouldn't be doing this. They were just about all you had since...since well- never-mind, you needed to head over, those fuckers wouldn't be able to wait another six seconds without you.
-The Drive over isn't really interesting.-
Here you were, at the door of the faithful house that you seemed to be dragged to at least once a month at this point, maybe more if they ever use the two braincells they all have. You didn't even get to knock on the door before a relatively out of it Evan opened the door. Once he had managed to process you were the one at the door, he smiled at you sluggishly.
"Woah, hey, bud, you alright?" You asked softly, your voice a bit off since you hadn't used it in a while. "Huh? Oh yeah, just uh, been having sleep issues i guess. Just- come on, we're doing the video in the basement." He headed off into the house, no doubt expecting you to shut the door. Luckily you did, since you weren't an idiot.
You head downstairs, the mood seeming to lift in Evan's eyes as he was looked at by Jeff and Vincent. It put you more at ease, but you still had a strange sinking feeling about it. Whatever, it'll probably be fine. You found yourself a comfortable spot on a beanbag chair that was rested up against the wall. You'd probably have to get up sometime soon, seriously this shit sucked majorly. Getting all comfortable and then having to peel yourself off.
You honestly immediately snoozed off, though you jolted awake after what felt like barely a few minutes later when your ears were met with some godawful sounds. It was like if creepy ambiance, a fucked up old man and a blender had a baby that was exactly as you'd imagine it to be.
It may have only played for a split second but you were wide awake. "What the fuck was that???" You grumbled, turning to the boys who were still filming actually. Jeff turned the camera to you and then back to a now slightly sweaty Evan, possibly for unneeded comedic effect. "That wasnt motorhead!! That was..." he glanced back at his stereo with an unsettled look in his eyes "something else! Um...my thing is probably on the fritz.." he turned to the camera, before his eyes briefly met yours for a second. "It's been broken for a while..But! What you guys wanna think about is music that gets you, uh.."
It was strange to see Evan loose his train of thought, if not for a moment. The guy always seemed to know what he needed to say when it came to this stuff. "Pumped, and gets you wanting to work out for a while, not just for really quick." Jeff stopped recording after that, Vincent moving to the side as to let Evan sit next to him while they filmed the outro.
"Alright, recap guys! Today we talked about the importance of upper body, we went through a couple work outs." Vincent spoke nice and fluid. Though your eyes were trained more on Evan, who seemed to be looking more behind him, like he was on edge or nervous. But the second he looked back to the camera he smiled slightly once again, he was acting weird but who were you to judge.
Just like that, you dozed off again, unaware of what was to come to your friends and what would take special interest in you specifically.