^("You're a wizard Harry." "Imma what??!")^

A/n: Comments aren't working for me.. I see the amount of the people who commented but non of them show up... And I've even shut down my phone to try to get it to work.....help. Oh and, I'm kinda home sick while writing this so sorry if it sucks :/

Song- "Joystick"- Simon Curtis
(To be honest, it's kinda weird to name it a "joystick" for video games.. I mean.. Come on, you walked into that one, game control makers)
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Jordan's POV (you like?)

"You have to get on the next plane to America! They can't keep you out of here!" Mother pleaded through her loud sobs. "I can't mom. Remember, I was told not to bring American money or they would take all of it." I replied, only hearing more loud cries from her and my brother in the background. I didn't get why they were freaking out though. Yeah, I won't be able to arrive back to America, but I hardly saw them anyways. I'm just glad Mark didn't get on the plane with me, he bought his ticket for next week. Obviously that isn't going to happen now.

I noticed the two were looking at me, and one of their phones were held up to their faces. Did I do something? "Just... Just tell me where are you then. Your not in a hotel, so where are you? Jordan please tell me your safe." Mother pleaded. I hadn't told her where I was, I didn't want her to freak out even more. "I..I'm at somebody's house right now..." I trailed off when I noticed the twos' eyes were glued to me, their mouths hanging open slightly. "I have to go now mom. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay.. Bye Jordan. I love you."

"Love you too mom." And I hung up. I glanced at the Twitter notifications, It made me sorta happy that the fans cared so much. I mean, I would much rather not be in this situation, but y'know.... It didn't work out. Tucker hasn't called me yet, which is a surprise. Neither has Sonja. Weird. Then again, they're probably freaking out in their own panic on how their fans who were going to MineCon were now trapped and let down. I would be worried too, but I'll deal with my fans later. Right now, I hate to figure out what the hell I'm going to do.. I looked back at the two and they were still staring at me.

"What?"

"Oh--Umm.--...." Alice stuttered and their faces turned red. Did I do something? Am I being studied or something?! Is there glittery rainbows behind me?!

"You're umm.... What exactly do you do? Like, as a job...?" Tom asked. Crap.. How do I explain YouTube as an occupation?! Everyone who doesn't know me and I answer "YouTube", I get weird looks and people drag their children away from me because they think I'm on the weeeeeird inappropriate side of YouTube, or people laugh and think I'm joking and when they figure out I'm telling the truth they say "I'm so sorry for you! I heard there was a job down town if you want me to help you out", and treat me like I'm some homeless dude. Then again, these are 16-year-olds. Maybe they won't think I'm crazy...? But when you say 'I play video games for a living', I feel like they would think I'm delusional..

"I Uh.... I'm a YouTube-"

Tom's POV

"Tom, Alice. Lights out by 10. Your father is pretty upset with you, Tommy." I cringed at the sound of the woman's voice, cutting off Jordan's sentence. "Don't call me that," I whispered under my breath. I was going to say not to mention him as my father, but I didn't want to embarrass myself even more. "Okay. Goodnight Mum." Alice said, sounding like a little kid. She really does call her Mum.. I guess I can't blame her though, she was only 12 when the divorce happened. I barely turned 14 when it happened, but I've forgotten entirely what age my brother was at. I know he was around Alice's age, but that's it. Since she was only 12, I guess she kinda had to live with.

"'Night Alice. Good night Thomas." She said, ruffling Alice's hair before shutting the door. It was currently 8, yeah, that much time had passed. I was in the closet for that long. Stupid f*ck. I was actually tired surprisingly though. I usually fell asleep at 2am and woke up at 5am because I had to do my daily rounds for Mum and the Modetseps. Anyways, isn't it illegal to lock kids in a closet? Isn't there some kinda law about that?

"I'm tired Tom. I think I'm heading to bed." Alice said, rubbing her eyes.  "Me too. But what do we do about...him?" I asked, whispering the last part so he didn't hear me. "I dunno. Just let him sleep on the floor of your room."

"Are you serious?! I can't do that!"

"Yes you can! You're both guys and lord knows what the hell Mum and Dad will do to him! And I kinda don't feel like droving across town to get a hotel."

"..fine.."

"Good. Now I'm going to bed." Alice got up and walked out, shutting the door behind her. There was an eerie silence that settled in. How do I make this not completely awkward? I slowly got up, fixing my hair in the dark room. We only had one light on, and that was a desk lamp, with a bed sheet draped over it because it kept shining in Alice's eyes and apparently she was to 'important' to move in the dark. It was raining hard outside, and Jordan seemed to be looking out the window.

"I.. Uh.. I'm going to go to bed.. Uh--"

"--I'll sleep on the floor thanks." He cut me off, looking down at his phone. Well then. I crawled into bed, trying to find a comfortable position, which is hard when you are in a room with another person.

'"Your gonna fall Alice!" I laughed loudly as se tried to climb the tree. "I'm almost there Tom! I can make it!" She said, holding onto the branches. We were in London, which is kinda new since we live in Manchester. I always heard Kate say it was a wonderful place down here, but I never actually came down here before. Alice seemed so determined though to climb this tree, so Mum and dad went to the train station to wait for us. That's the best thing about dad. Mum doesn't really trust us alone, she thinks we'll get kidnapped. But Dad always somehow convinced her we will be fine and she listens.

"T-Tom.. I-I think I'm going to fall!!" Alice started to panic. She was on one of the higher-up branches. Alice was squirming around, trying to keep her grip. "Tom!! Help me!!" I started to panic. What if she falls??! She could break a limb! She could crack her head open! She could fall unconscious!! And it'll be my fault! "Hold on Alice! I'll--I'll figure something out!" I yelled back at her, looking around to see busy people who seemed to not care. Even homeless people just looked at us and went back to begging for money or sleeping.

"I can help you." A voice said behind me. I turned around to see a guy with a mask. The mask had two X's for eyes and a derpy tongue for the mouth. He looked scary, no matter how you looked at him. His coat was black, along with worn skinny jeans. "Only if you help me." He continued, and Alice was frantically screaming for help. This could be my only chance. "Yes! Anything! Just please get her down!" And with that, he went crawling up the tree.

He had some metal knives that he dug into the tree to get higher up, and pulled them out to repeat the same thing. Alice was slipping, holding on for dear life. She's fallen from trees before, so I usually wouldn't be worried, but the thing is that this tree was freaking huge. And she was high up. Really, really high up. When he reached the part where all the branches met, he shoved the two knives in his pockets, and started to climb up the branches, going straight up. What the hell?! Is this guy from some Action movie?! Who carries knives around?! And who's that flexible?!

Somehow, he was suddenly on the same branch as her and gripped onto her wrist, pulling her up while she still screamed, but even louder since he did look like a murderer. The screaming became muffled and they appeared on a cleared-side of the tree, and his hand was covering her mouth. "Catch her" he said, only loud enough for me to hear. I held out my arms, desperately waiting. She was chucked off the tree and fell on me, and me being not the most strongest person ever, I fell, bringing her down with me. I heard a dark chuckle and he landed next to us, holding out a hand, which I gladly took.

"Now, you help me."

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A/N: I'm home alone, scared, 11, sick, and I heard a knock on the door, and I keep thinking I hear footsteps.

Help.