Stitches | David Dobrik

nine

12:03 PM

I wake up in Davids room again. This time, he's not here next to me.

Hmm.

I slowly make my way to the main part of the house. I see David typing away at his phone with his laptop in front of him.

"Good Morning." I yawn, walking closer to him.

"Oh, hey. Sorry I didn't wake you sooner, I actually have to get to a meeting." He quickly apologizes, powering down his laptop and putting it into his backpack.

"It's fine. What's the meeting for?" I wonder, showing interest in his work.

"It's with my manager and the merch company. We have to discuss new designs and events. Will you be alright here?" He explains, throwing on his backpack.

"I think I can handle myself." I chuckle.

"Good luck." I add.

"Thanks. I'll see you later tonight!" He shouts on his way out the door.

"Bye!" I wave before I hear the door shut.

What am I gonna do today?

I guess I can take advantage of my new social media account?

Maybe one of the people who follow me will have an idea for what I should do.

I open up Instagram Stories camera and record myself.

"Hello! Somebody give me ideas for what I can do for fun around LA, I just woke up and I'm already bored." I chuckle slightly at the end of my statement.

I watch it back, cringing at my slight awkwardness.

I post it along with a caption saying to swipe up and DM me.

In the meantime, I should probably eat some breakfast.

David really doesn't have much food in his house.

I do manage to find a loaf of bread, some butter, and an apple.

That'll do.

As I eat my breakfast, I check through my responses.

The first one I see is from the one and only DurteDom.

"come to my party!!"

"who's gonna be there?"

"some of the people in our friend group and other YouTubers mostly"

"Alright.. What's the address?"

"-address- see you soon 😉"

I'm not sure why I want to go, but I do.

Maybe if I know some of them it might be more comfortable.