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"Yeah, I'm staying in this room. Why, do you not know where you're staying?" I ask Conan, hoping this was all part of a weird dream. "Oh no, I do! In fact, I'm actually staying in this room too."
Oh god he said it. This is not a dream.
"Oh.." I say, not knowing what else to tell him. "I understand if you don't want to stay here though, I can just ask our tour manager to—"
"No, I'm okay with this." I cut him off, amazed at myself for my stupidity, knowing very well I don't want to be around him.
It's okay, you didn't want him to feel bad.
"Are you sure? Because you really don't have to—" I cut Conan off once again. "No really, I'm fine. You don't need to stress about it." I continue.
"Okay then." Conan finally gives in and starts sorting out his stuff. No one said anything after that so I just sat there, pretending to scroll through my phone trying not to make the atmosphere awkward.
Eventually I couldn't take any more of the awkward silence. I clear my throat and stood up. "I'm gonna go um, check on the others." I said. "Okay." the curly haired boy simply replied as he continued arranging his things.
Cringing at the experience, I walk through the hall of the tour bus and arrive at the others' sleeping quarters, but not before sitting on the couch to freely scroll through my social media without the awkwardness. Then I saw on my notification a text from none other than Alisa.
From Alisaaa to Prairieee
ayye how's ur trip so far?
From Prairieee to Alisaaa
not so good lis ):
From Alisaaa to Prairieee
oh no did u do smth???
From Prairieee to Alisaaa
i didn't do anything stupid
more like the tour manager did smth
From Alisaaa to Prairieee
omg spillll
From Prairieee to Alisaaa
they made conan my roommate and
i can't for the life of me stand the awkwardness jsudhdhddjxuxhd fml
From Alisaaa to Prairieee
BITCH WJJSYSGHSIDKW
Deciding it was a bad idea to text Alisa about what happened, I let my phone be and let her spam my messages. I checked the time and realized it had been two hours since I used my phone.
I finally decide to go to the three girls' room. Once I arrive at their sleeping quarters, I see them chatting away while Bianca ate a bag of chips she bought from our last stop. "Hey guys." I greeted.
"Oh, hi Prairie!" Liz says in an annoyingly high pitch. I don't know why but it irritated me. "We were just talking about you." she continued.
Okay for some reason that sounded malicious.
"W-what do you mean?" I ask nervously. "We kinda feel sorry for you. Our manager really out here getting you stuck with Conan for the entire tour." Bianca explains. I was relieved and at the same time worried.
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𝕃𝕆𝕊𝔼ℝ • conan gray
Fanfiction"I'm such a loser." I mumble to myself, thinking he wouldn't hear. "Good to know you're aware." ☹☹☹ Nineteen year-old Prairie Taylor desperately searches for a job that could provide her enough money, and ends up going on tour with the one and only...
