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Vidcon. It had officially started today, he should be excited and lively like always. He had a panel with the guys in two days but Jack wanted to just wander and meet the fans. Except he was still worried about that girl…
Wade was worried obviously, guess it didn’t help that Jack was standing in front of the entrance and staring blankly at the door… Man his head wasn’t in it today.
The group had decided to walk around the convention before they left the hotel and see all the new games that were being advertised. Running into a few fans was always a nice thing, but he couldn’t really enjoy himself. He kept seeing the three girls from his dream in the corners of his eyes.
“...I wonder where Rose is.” He had mumbled to himself.
“Who’s Rose?” Mark shown him a questioning glance and he figured he might as well elaborate, he could trust his friends.
“The girl I ran into in the hall the other day. Since that day I haven’t seen her and I really wanted to get to know her.”
It was around noon when the group decided they were all hungry and could go for some food, “You like her.” Screw himself for being so obvious.
“Nooo Bob I just want to get to know her, I saw her in a dream and I thought it meant something.”
“You SOOOOOOO like her.” At this point they were outside and Mark slung his arm over Jack’s shoulders, “Now my friend, like it or not you have a thing for this girl. Getting over denial is the first step after all!” Wade and Bob both were nodding in agreement.
Jack shoved Mark off playfully, “Oh shudup you guys!!” Ren actually hadn’t been outside since she had lunch with Brit but something possessed her to go to the convention anyway. She had one signing today and one tomorrow so she had to show up regardless. Iris’ signing wasn’t until 2 o’clock which meant plenty of time to browse as just Ren.
She spent her free time perusing the game stalls, actually playing a few, and stopping to get pictures with some of her favorite YouTubers. It was a nice change from before.
A half hour before her booth opened up and she figured she should probably go change. Trying to fix a wig on in a public restroom is not that easy. Taking the clothes and wig out of her satchel she got to work.
Making her way out of the restroom she noticed the spritely green haired man walk back into the convention. Normally Iris wouldn’t give a shit but she couldn’t handle a close encounter with Jack again, she might actually lose it. “Now this has gotten just silly and out of hand. You're both grown adults, time to start acting like it.” And with that impromptu pep talk Iris marched on forward to her booth.
The place was crowded but not to badly. She could make it through the crowd if she asked to be let through every so often. The gamer accidentally bumped into a guy holding his phone taking pictures. When she turned around to apologize her entire body stopped responding. Eyes got wider and pupils got smaller, her breathing stopped, she couldn't think. She couldn't do anything.
She had bumped into none other than Ted. How did this fucker know? How far could the stalking get him if he found her here? He was saying something, shaking her too. She couldn't feel any of it. Her eyes were beginning to unfocus. Her entire body may as well been made of muscle and organs, there was no bone anymore.
She couldn't even feel her face collide with the floor as she collapsed out of his grip.
A giant blob of people had congregated a few feet from the signing area. Then he noticed security guards mixed in with the blob. “Oh geez something went down, what happened while we were at lunch?” The group went over to get a better understanding of what happened.
The security guards were trying to clear the bystanders from the area but curiosity was making the task harder than it should have been. Phones were out taking pictures and recording the incident. “ - give her some air, there isn’t anything to see here. Please vacate the area, we need to make room for the medical staff.”
Three medics appeared, one held the gurney and two lifted her onto it, and wheeled her to the first aid center. People started to go their own ways once everything had settled down.
The group went on with their day, as if no incident occurred. The rest of the day went by fine and soon people forgot about the black haired girl...except Jack. He couldn’t help the light nervous buzz happening in his body. Whenever he came into contact he’d feel a small shock course through him, as if all his nerve endings had been given 50 Redbulls.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her. It had been hours and his mind still revolved around her. Was she ok? Was Rose ok? What was the connection? Was there even a connection? Why did he care so much about someone he barely talked to once? Nothing made sense but he did know one thing for sure, he needed to talk to at least one of these girls.
He was gonna lose his mind if he stayed up thinking about it again.