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(Quick A/N)I saw a comment or two about not wanting Jason to be mean, this is prewritten! Looking back, I may have changed this

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(Quick A/N)
I saw a comment or two about not wanting Jason to be mean, this is prewritten! Looking back, I may have changed this. I hope you guys can forgive me for that!

It's been a week.

A week since I heard Jason's hurtful words.

I've tried my best to stay away from him. I don't want to see him knowing he thinks so low of me.

I know Jason usually knows what's best for David.

Maybe I'm not the best for him.

I haven't told anyone about it. I hate stirring up fights between the friend group.

We all remember what happened with Dom.

I try to put on my best act to pretend I'm doing well, but I just cannot stop thinking about the things he said.

It hurts so much because I know David respects Jason. They always are hanging out together.

They have a podcast together. They go on tour and do shows.

I just don't know how long I can keep up this act. I desperately want to break down and tell David what happened.

I can't do that. Not yet.

Right now, I am laying on my bed in my room with my door shut.

I have my music blaring to drain out the loud thoughts I'm having.

I sing slowly to the sad song playing.

I am on my back, staring at the ceiling.

I am interrupted by a loud knock at my door.

I swing it open to see Jason standing there.

"Can I help you?" I ask sweetly, tilting my head to the side and pursing my lips.

Maybe the attitude is a bit much... but I don't really care at this point.

"Turn that down, I can't hear myself think." He tells me, motioning around his head with his hands.

I don't accept orders from an immature, 45 year old man.

I pretend to think for a second.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks for the input, though." I smile, shutting the door and locking it.

Five minutes later, I hear a knock at my door again. This time it's softer.

I open it up, expecting Jason again.

I am faced with my cute boyfriend, David Dobrik.

I open it wider so he can walk in, looking out for Jason after he does.

He must've left.

I turn and walk over to my phone to pause my music.

"Are you okay, babe?" He questions.

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