Tom

The bell rings as the students in class started to pack their things. I feel a tap on my shoulder and look up to see Matt. He smiles but I don't smile back.

I go back to what I was doing, putting up my physics notebook, and other books.

-

"Have you heard?"

I looked up from my phone to Matt as he closed his locker.

"Heard what?"

"That the famous 'rød' is coming to town, specifically in this school" he said the excitement practically bouncing off of him as he hopped up and down on his feet.

I rolled my eyes as I looked back down at my phone, cursing as I lost the game and was my last life.

I sighed as I put my phone in my hoodie pocket, looking over to matt.

"I don't really see a point in being so exited to see 'the rød'", emphasizing on the last part with making quotations with my hands "he's just a money-seeking attention wanna be", I said as I started to walk off shoving my hands in my pockets "when is he coming anyway?" I ask as Matt caught up.

"I think next week, Monday" he paused before asking, "have you seen Edd at all today?"

"Remember, he's 'popularly famous' to, he's going to be busy most of his life, especially trying to stay away from fans"

Ever since last year with the art competition that Edd had participated in to see if he could get more money for the house he started his channel. Since he won, he already had a lot of fans already so his 'career' is always hogging up the time he has to spend with us. We haven't seen him in about month in a half, only on mornings and in classes. Sometimes he's not there-like today.

"Oh...right" Matt let out a dissatisfied sound.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Matt, we both miss him but we all have things on our plates-you have to keep going with your fashion career, and I'm still working on my songs- we're all busy and might not have time to fit any gaps so we can just relax and hangout".

He let out a him, clearly trying to think of another option.

I sigh as we stopped at the "house". I punched in the code, hearing the buzz of the gates as they opened.

Matt runs ahead of me, me following behind.

-

I groan as I sat on the couch, kicking off my checkered patterned shoes in the process.
I turn on the TV, the news was on talking about the usual; new stores, weather..etc.

"Nothing good on.." I mumbled as I flipped through the channels

I sighed, giving up and turning the TV off, flopping on back on the couch and closing my eyes to maybe get some rest before dinner.

--

I hum to the tune of my guitar and start to sing.

"Often I am upset that I can't fall in love, but I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it"

I close my eyes, strumming my guitar.

"Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now But I swear When i'm ready I will fly us out of here"

"I'll cut my hair To make you stare I'll hide my chest And i'll figure out a way to get us out of here"

"Get a load if this monster He doesn't know how to communicate His mind is in a different place Will everybody please give him a little bit of space"

"Get a load of this trainwreck His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
But little do we know the stars welcome him with open arms"

"Oh..."

"Time is Slowly Tracing his face But strangely he feels at home in this place"

I gasp and open my eyes as clapping fills the now semi-silent room.

I look over to the door of the studio-

--

I open my eyes and groan as I sit up, hearing the knocking of my door echo through the not so empty house.

I sigh and reach for the door.

Edd stands there, bags already forming under his eyes and his messy brown hair going well with his dark brown eyes that have hints of green and yellow specks if you look close enough. His eyes look tired as he tries to keep his hold up and not fall asleep. He looks skinnier than usual to.

"Edd, I told you, you should get more sleep, and eat more, look at yourself!" I exclaimed as I motion my hand toward his figure.

He nods, walking pass me and up the stairs.

"You better be down here for dinner!" I tell as I closed the door and lock it.

I shake my head and walk over to the kitchen and start to make fish and pasta.

--

I sat the third plate in front of Edd and sit down with my own plate in front of me. There's awkward silence in the air as we eat, but for Edd is more like just picking at his food.

I sigh as I turned towards Edd.

"I called your assistant today and told her to give you a week off"

The clattering of silverware stops and Edd looks up at me with tired eyes.All he does was nod, the corner of his mouth twitching into small semi-smile.

"Promise us that you'll take off more days, Edd it's not good for your health to not get much sleep"

"I'll try" he mumbled.

I nod, smiling and looking up to see a satisfied Matt.

Things are getting better.

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