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Skeppy's POV

"Come on Darryl," I yell, getting more impatient by the second. Me and Darryl are supposed to go to the movies, and now we were becoming late because of him. He came out of his-, our, room in a plain white shirt and black jeans. I was wearing my signature like or die tmr hoodie paired with blue jeans. We were going on a date, as said by our fans, but really it was just to hangout. Well, I mean, I guess you could call it a date.

"You're so impatient Zak." When Darryl, aka Bad, came out of the room, we put on our shoes and walked out the door. We opted to walk to the movie theater, since it wasn't that long of a walk. The walk was pretty silent, except for the occasional cars passing by, birds chirping, or the whistle of the wind. It was a nice walk, and we were both happy.

When we got to the movie theater a lot of people noticed me. Everyone knew me as this outgoing YouTuber, but I was the complete opposite. I liked to be alone when I wasn't recording, only hanging out with my friends. They all knew about me and my solitude, so they never cared when I didn't want to go out with them. This time, however, Darryl convinced me to go to the movies since he said inside was quiet, and I believed him. But I should've asked him about the trip inside the movie theater.

People left and right were starting to walk up to me and I panicked. I clung onto Darryl while he tried to get everyone away. For the most part, people noticed how I acted and instead tried to ask for a selfie from far away. I would've been fine with that, although there were still a couple people walking up to me and getting especially close. I never told my fans about my anxiety, since I never thought I would be going out like this. They started to complain saying I was faking it, and continued to harass me. Darryl couldn't stop them, so I tried to get away by backing up into a corner and hugging myself. They pushed pass Darryl and went straight up to me, asking me things like what are you hiding and why are you acting weird. I started crying and then everyone else noticed and walked up to me as well. They tried to ask if I was okay, which only made it worse. Darryl somehow managed to pass by everyone and hugged me as tight as he could. I cried into his shoulder before passing out on the cold concrete floor.

I woke up in a strange, unfamiliar white room. People were standing around me, all of them panicking out of their minds. I looked around the room and the colors swarmed back, making my head hurt. As my eyes adjusted, everyone looked relieved. I noticed who those people were that were around me, which was good, since I didn't want to have another panic attack. There were all of my friends, standing above me: Dave, Finn, George (Spifey, not the other George), Vincent, and Darryl. I looked at all of them and smiled, weakly, before attempting to get up. As I was getting up, a wave of pain washed over me and channeled into my back, so I sat laid back down and teared up a bit. Everyone started telling me to not get up, and I listened. I couldn't do anything else anyways.

When they saw me start to cry, everyone responded in their own ways. Dave just stood there, not really knowing how to respond. Finn held my hand and rubbed the back of it. George stood next to me, whispering in my ear telling me it would be alright. His voice was soothing, like it always was. Vincent also stood there, but he was occupied with Darryl, who was crying into his shoulder bashing himself down (not literally) for bringing me to the movies with him. I felt bad for him. I really wanted to go to the movies with him, make it be us and only us. But I had to ruin it. I cried a little harder, but it never turned into a sob. After a while, Darryl was still crying, and everyone else went to get some food. Vincent was still here trying to calm him down, which sort of worked.

I walked over to Darryl despite the pain in my back and hugged him. Vincent let go, backed away, and pulled his phone out to take a video. I didn't care. I hugged Darryl tighter who hugged me back and caressed my back, making me a bit sleepy. He picked me up and kissed my forehead. He sat down on a chair with me on his lap, and we both fell asleep. Drifting into a world of dreams, I heard a faint snicker coming from the corner, and the sound of a text being sent.