Is this love? - Vikklan

Chapter 17

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THIS MIGHT BE A SHORT CHAPTER. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!

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-Lachlan's POV-

I feel Vikk's hand go limp, but still in mine. I look over to see him sleeping peacefully. He's so adorable. It was getting a bit chilly, so I stand up, keeping his hand in mine. I pick him up bridal style, and bring him inside.

I walk upstairs, and approach his door, with his amazing banner on it. I quietly go inside, and carefully lay him on his bed.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you." I whisper, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

I exit the room, closing the door behind me. As I'm about to walk into my room, I hear talking. It was coming from Mitch's room.

"Jerome, I'm fine. Why are you worried about me anyways?" Mitch says, a bit loudly.

"Because your my best friend. Seriously, what's wrong Mitch?" I assumed this was Jerome.

"It's nothing! Leave me alone and get the hell out of my room!" Mitch yells.

Jerome quickly exits the room, as I come face to face with him. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Jerome, what's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

"Lachlan, I don't even know anymore. He's been acting strange and I don't know why. I'm really worried about him." Jerome tells me, while rubbing his eye on his sleeve.

I sigh loudly. Why was Mitch so dramatic? He even made Jerome cry. That's not acceptable.

"Jerome, I think he's fine. I can talk to him tomorrow if you want." I suggest. Jerome nods, and walks to his room.

I proceed to go into my room, and sit on my bed. Why does everything have to be so dramatic?

-Mitch's POV-

Why does no one understand? I'm so done with life. Youtube is stressing me out. Doing the paperwork for this house is stressing me out. My girlfriend is ignoring me. It's probably my fault for not telling anyone how stressed I am, but they would just try to help. You can't help me. I'm tired of this crap.

Yet Jerome is worried about me. I have done nothing in the past few weeks but make him worried about me, and even cry! Why does anyone care about me? I barely record with The Pack anymore. I helped start this group, yet I barely contribute besides helping us get a house.

I'm about done with this shit.

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