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This chapter part is 3rd person limited to Grayson
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Grayson walked in his home, tossing his keys onto his kitchen table. He then proceeded to flip face first into his couch. College had been difficult for him that day, and he really didn't want to deal with anyone's sh*t at the moment. He had his finals to deal with and he wasn't prepared. Also the fact that his computer had crashed the day before while trying to record the new episode with Drake and Armen. His computer was now stuck on his MineCraft account, on the set of the new episode. He couldn't move, he couldn't look around, he couldn't even exit out of the tab. The Skype call he was on was canceled, and Drake and Armen haven't replied to his
text messages. Everything was just stressing him out. YouTube, computer, school, chickens, family, ect ect ect.

"Maybe the chickens will help me relax..." Grayson mumbled, out of all the things that stressed him his chickens were the least stressful. The only stressful thing about the chickens was Theodore's broken wing, and he was holding up pretty well. Grayson just had to make sure to feed Theodore his medicated chicken feed every 6 hours. Grayson sat up and sluggishly walked to his backyard. He slipped his backpack off and set it by the door, the Texas heat not allowing him to wear it without burning up. He grabbed the chicken feed and Theodore's medicated feed from the roof, a perfect hiding spot from the chickens.

"Here chicky chicky!" He called out, looking around and not seeing any of the chickens around. After calling for the chickens a couple more times, he shook the food cans, letting the chickens know there was food. As soon as the sound was made the chickens came running out from under his recording studio. "Typical..." Grayson muttered, bending down and scattering some feed across the dirt. The chickens began packing at it as Grayson looked around for Theodore to give him his medicine. He spotted the chicken slowly walking out from under his recording studio, the chicken still self conscious from the cast on his wing. Grayson walked up and knelt down next to the chicken, pouring a small amount of the medicated feed into his hand. He held his hand out to the chicken as Theodore ate from Grayson's hand. "Good boy..." Grayson smiled, happy to know his chicken was healthy.

Grayson stood up and walked over to his backpack, picking it up and sitting down. He looked through it and pulled out his homework binder and a pen. He started to work on his homework, pausing to think about some of the math problems. He wanted to make sure his homework was perfect for if he didn't do too hot on his finals. It was his first year of college, after all, and he would hate to have to retake the class.

Theodore walked up and sat on Grayson's lap, which received a jump from Grayson. He then chuckled as he picked up the chicken, careful not to touch the cast, and pet him. Theodore was like family to him, all of his chickens were. He loved them so much, other than the fact that they were so damn loud whenever he decided to record. Grayson continued to work on his homework, readjusting Theodore in his arms.

Grayson finished his homework long after dark, but wasn't tired. He decided to try and fix his computer. He stood up and set the sleeping Theodore down, putting his possessions into his backpack. Grayson lazily tossed it onto the floor when he got into his recording studio. There were no lights on, but the room was illuminated by his, still crashed and frozen, computer screen.

"Alright... How am I gonna fix you...?" Grayson muttered as he looked around his computer for any unplugged cords. None were found. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. He stared at the screen, trying to figure out a plan.

Soon, he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Someone was calling him. He pulled out the phone and looked at the caller ID. Drake.

"About time..." Grayson muttered as he answered the call.

"Hey Grayson" Drake greeted.

"Hi. Why didn't you answer to my texts...?" Grayson quizzed.

"Because I've been busy with my computer. It's crashed and frozen on the set, it happened when we were recording last night. That's why I wasn't talking on the Skype call, it froze." He explained. That seemed very familiar to Grayson, for the same thing had happened to his computer.

"Huh... That's what happened to my computer." Grayson said, extremely confused. "Do you think there was a virus in the game?"

"Maybe. We'll have to check up with Armen and Mia." He said, voice getting faint and fuzzy. Drake must've put Grayson on speaker.

"Alright. I'll check up with Mia, you check up with Armen." Grayson confirmed. Drake agreed and the boys hung up. Grayson immediately called Mia, concerned for the series they've worked so hard on.

"Hello?" Grayson could hear her gentle, female voice on the other line.

"Hey Mia. Uh, did your game screw up last night when we were recording...?" Grayson asked.

"A little bit. It was getting really laggy on my end, so I logged out. Then you guys weren't answering Skype so I just didn't get back on, I was gonna wait for you guys." She explained. So maybe it wasn't a virus. "Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure. Drake and I's computers screwed up and they're stuck on the game tab. We're thinking it might be a virus, but it would've effected your game too. Your computer didn't crash and freeze up?" Grayson asked, getting a slight bit worried.

"Nope. Maybe your internet went out or a cord broke...?" Mia suggested. Grayson shook his head. Then after a few seconds of silence, he realized she couldn't see him.

"No, I checked all my cords just before Drake called." Grayson explained, receiving a curious 'hmm' from Mia.

"Oh well. I wish you luck on figuring this out an getting your computer fixed though." Mia said, giving up on ideas to why Grayson's computer broke.

"Thanks Mia." Grayson sighed, frustrated with everything in his life at the moment.

"Bye" Mia said.

"Bye"

Grayson hung up the phone and waited for Drake to call him back about Armen. His phone rung seconds after he hung up with Mia.

"Hey Drake, find anything out?" Grayson asked.

"Armens computer did the same thing. What about Mia?" Drake replied, his voice sounding worrisome.

"She logged out of the tab because it was laggy, but her screen didn't freeze up or crash. Maybe it was a virus." Grayson replied, looking back over at his computer.

"Well, I'm taking my computer to the store, gonna try and see if they can do anything about it." Drake said as shuffling and moving was heard on the other side.

"Alright." He replied, getting ready to hang up.

"What the...- it isn't unplugging!" Drake exclaimed, clearly frustrated.

"What do you mean?" Grayson asked. Unplugging a computer was the easiest thing in the world to do.

"My computer isn't unplugging!! It's like, stuck!!" Drake yelled out once again, more moving and crashing being heard from the other side. He was having difficulty, that's for sure...

"Well, yank on it." Grayson replied, getting slightly annoyed by his friends lack of strength and common sense with the dilemma he was in.

"I don't want to break my damn computer Gra-" Drake sounded angered, but his voice cut out, not letting Grayson hear the rest of Drakes sentence.

"Drake...?" Silence. "Draaaaake? You still there bud?" Grayson wondered if his reception ran out. Soon a loud thud was heard on the other line. Grayson became worried. "Drake! Yo Drake!!" Grayson yelled into his phone.

After a short while of worrying, Grayson soon realized that Drake probably either dropped or broke his phone. After realizing that, he hung up the phone and stared at his computer again, no longer worried.

"Alright, how are you gonna be fixed...?" Grayson mumbled and he looked over the cords again. "Maybe I'll just re plug my computer..." He said as he grabbed his computer cord and tried to unplug it.

"What...?" He muttered, confused. His cord wasn't coming out. "Oh come on, don't be like this..." Grayson continued to pull at the plug. He soon yanked on it, letting his anger get the best of him. He had successfully unplugged his computer.

But there was no celebration from Grayson. There was no noise at all, except for the loud thud of his body hitting the floor of his recording studio, unconscious.

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Drake sat on his couch, watching tutorials on YouTube for how to fix a frozen and crashed computer, although nothing he tried had worked. He was getting frustrated, and about ready to buy a better computer than the one he had, set on the conclusion that his computer was stupid and old.

He had been on his phone for 4 hours, looked at 30 videos, and had officially tried to fix his computer 17 times.

"Ugh!! I'll work on it later..." He grumbled, setting down his phone and closing his YouTube tab. He was getting too frustrated about the dilemma. "I've got to make dinner anyways..."

Drake stood up from his navy blue couch and walked over to his kitchen, grabbing bowls out of the cupboards and food out of the fridge. He decided to make spaghetti, and do some baking to calm down after dinner was made. Drake wasn't one for baking but it would help because 1, he didn't have to deal with any stress doing it and 2, it was a fun treat afterwards.

Drake snapped the spaghetti in half and set it in a pot of boiling water over his stove. He then proceeded to look up recipes on his phone for sauce, and found the easiest recipe. He pulled out garlic, salt, pepper, and tomatoes. He knew it wasn't going to be a very good sauce, but he wanted to try.

He chopped up the tomatoes, one by one, and did the same with the garlic. He may have cut his finger a few times, but he didn't care. The stared to mix all the ingredients to his sauce and by the time that was finished, his pasta was done. He set all of the food on the table, waiting for it to cool down.

He then discarded the idea of baking, because he didn't have eggs or milk, and went into his room to check on his computer. Still frozen. Still crashed. He sighed in frustration. Maybe Grayson, Armen and Mia had the same problem. If so, they might have to put the series on hold, and that was a last resort. Drake had received so many tweets, Facebook messages, and YouTube chat hate for having this series so late, but he was already busy as it was. He hoped that they all didn't have the same problem and that it was just him. Drake picked up his phone and then realized how many text messages he had received. Great, just to add onto his stress.

"Uh oh..." Drake mumbled, knowing he was probably in trouble. 20 messages from Armen, 15 from Grayson, and 17 from Mia. He must've had his phone on silent...

Drake immediately called up Grayson, knowing he would answer faster than the others, and also the fact that he would be the most pissed. Drake decided to resolve the problem by calling him first.

"Hey Grayson" Drake greeted.

"Hi. Why didn't you answer to my texts...?" Grayson asked, clearly annoyed with Drake.

"Because I've been busy with my computer. It's crashed and frozen on the set, it happened when we were recording last night. That's why I wasn't talking on the Skype call, it froze." He explained. There was a short silence from Grayson's end. Maybe the same thing did happen to him.

"Huh... That's what happened to my computer." Grayson said, sounding a out confused and slightly worried. "Do you think there was a virus in the game?"

"Maybe. We'll have to check up with Armen and Mia." Drake said as he put Grayson on speaker, setting his phone down on his table. He looked around his computer for any problems.

"Alright. I'll check up with Mia, you check up with Armen." Grayson said, setting up a plan. Drake agreed, and they hung up.

"Alright, time to call Armen..." Drake mumbled as he looked through his contacts for Armens number. Once he found it, he immoderately called Armen.

"Wassup!!" Armen hollered from the other end.

"Jesus Armen, no need to be so loud..." Drake grumbled as he rubbed his ear, forgetting his phone was on speaker.

"Sorry!! So, whatcha call me for?" Armen asked, still being very loud. Maybe drake caught him at a bad time.

"I wanted to see if anything happened with your computer." Drake replied.

"How do you know something bad happened to my computer...?" Drakes heart practically stopped when he said that.

"You've got got computer problems too...?" Drake asked nervously.

"Yea, wait, what do you mean by, 'too'?" Armen quizzed, sounding slightly concerned.

"I think the set might have a virus. Your screen froze up and crashed on the MineCraft page?" Drake asked, already knowing what Armens answer was going to be.

"Yea, hey how do you know that?!" Armen hollered, alarmed. Drake was glad he turned his speaker off or else his ear would've been destroyed...

"Because the same thing happened to me and Grayson, probably Mia as well. Dammit, I don't want to put the series on hold..." Drake said as he rubbed the back of his neck. This was just great, all the stress adding on top of each other.

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out. I'm taking my computer to the shop today, you should probably do the same." Armen sighed, knowing something was definitely up.

"Yea, I guess your right. I'm just hoping we don't have to remake the set..." Drake said nervously, the hate last time was horrid, hopefully he didn't have to deal with that again...

"Yea, me too." Armen said hopefully.

"Well, I've got to call Grayson back with the info. Talk to you later Armen!" Drake said as he got ready to hang up.

"Bye Drake!! Good luck!!" Armen said. Drake hung up the phone. He would need all the luck he could get. He called Grayson back to give the news.

"Hey Drake, find anything out?" Grayson asked. He didn't seem too worried.

"Armens computer did the same thing. What about Mia?" Drake replied.

"She logged out of the tab because it was laggy, but her screen didn't freeze up or crash. Maybe it was a virus." Grayson replied. Drake sighed, hopefully the shop would figure this out.

"Well, I'm taking my computer to the store, gonna try and see if they can do anything about it." Drake said as he moved under his desk, moving wires out of the way to unplug his computer.

"Alright." Grayson replied.

"What the...- it isn't unplugging!" Drake exclaimed, clearly frustrated. His computer cord was stuck into the outlet!

"What do you mean?" Grayson asked. He sounded a bit annoyed, and Drake understood that. Unplugging a computer is extremely easy, but Drakes cord was stuck, as if it had been cemented into the wall. He continued to pull.

"My computer isn't unplugging!! It's like, stuck!!" Drake yelled out once again, he pulled again and hit his head on his desk. He winced in pain as his cheeks turned red from frustration.

"Well, yank on it." Grayson replied, slightly annoyed.

"I don't want to break my damn computer Gra-" Drake was cut off, for he had unplugged his computer. But nothing was heard from Drake. The only sound made after unplugging his computer, was the sound of his body hitting the floor, unconscious.

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Armen walked into his house, setting his backpack down. He checked his phone to see if anyone had texted him. A few of his friends did, and they were asking if he was going to the party.

Oh hell yes he was going to the party.

In fact, he was the party.

He ran into his room, not bothering to kick off his shoes. He quickly took off his school uniform and dressed into his normal clothes, a pair of jeans, a black shirt, and his sneakers. He decided to top off his outfit by putting on a baseball cap.

"Perfect..." He smiled, looking at his reflection. "Hopefully they won't talk me into beer again..."

He grabbed his car keys and ran out of his house, getting into his blue Hyundai. He started the engine and drove off to his friends house.

It was a 30 minuet drive and once he stopped in the driveway, he was greeted by all of his friends from school.

"Hey guys!!" Armen said as he walked into the house, filled with music, laughter and conversation. He smiled, excited for the fun they would have.

"Hey Armen!" One of his friends yelled as he pushed through the crowd. He stumbled and fell, giving Armen the idea that his friend was drunk. And the moment he reached Armen, his hot breath stink of the alcoholic drink. Beer.

"Oh, great, you got into the beer again?" Armen asked, looking annoyed.

"Yup!!" His friend hiccuped. "Why don't you have some...?"

"Nuh uh. Noooo way. You're not talking me into that again." Armen said sternly. He was not going to give in to the pleasures of drunkenness.

"What?! It's great Armen!!" His friend slurred, taking another swig of his beer. "Just one cup?"

"No. And that's my final answer." Armen said again. Negotiating with a drunk was like negotiating with a lion.

"Eh, your loss... So! What have you been up to?" His friend slurred. Armen looked surprised.

"We literately saw each other at school 30 minuets ago." Armen said, taking the cup from his friends hands. "You're not having any more of this. I'm obviously the only responsible one here..."

"Ugh! You're no..-" he was interrupted by a hiccup, "fun..."

"Say that to the hangover you're gonna have in the morning." Armen grinned, raising an eyebrow. He knew he had won.

Suddenly, Armens phone went off, buzzing in his pocket.

"I'll be right back." Armen said as he pushed through the crowd, going outside to answer the phone. He checked the caller ID. It was Drake.

"Wassup!!" Armen hollered trying to talk over the crowd and noise outside.

"Jesus Armen, no need to be so loud..." Drake grumbled. Oops, maybe Armen was a bit too loud.

"Sorry!! So, whatcha call me for?" Armen asked, trying to lower his tone, but still being very loud.

"I wanted to see if anything happened with your computer." Drake replied.

"How do you know something bad happened to my computer...?" Armen asked, concerned.

"You've got got computer problems too...?" Drake asked nervously.

"Yea, wait, what do you mean by, 'too'?" Armen asked, feeling slightly concerned.

"I think the set might have a virus. Your screen froze up and crashed on the MineCraft page?" Drake asked. Armens eyes widened in surprise. That was exactly what happened to his computer.

"Yea, hey how do you know that?!" Armen yelled, alarmed. Was Drake psychic or something?!

"Because the same thing happened to me and Grayson, probably Mia as well. Dammit, I don't want to put the series on hold..." Drake said nervously. He must've had a lot of stress.

"Don't worry, we'll figure it out. I'm taking my computer to the shop today, you should probably do the same." Armen suggested. Maybe there really was a virus. If so, the computer shop would figure it out and give us advice.

"Yea, I guess your right. I'm just hoping we don't have to remake the set..." Drake said nervously. Armen knew why, Drake was afraid of the tension on YouTube and the hate he would get for pausing the series again.

"Yea, me too." Armen said hopefully.

"Well, I've got to call Grayson back with the info. Talk to you later Armen!" Drake said.

"Bye Drake!! Good luck!!" Armen replied as Drake hung up the phone. Armen walked back inside to continue his party, hopefully forgetting about his stress.

"I'm back!!" Armen hollered as he approached his group of friends. They all had cups in their hands, filled with most likely beer.

"Who were you talking to?" One of his friends asked. Yep, definitely beer. He could tell by all of their breath.

"Oh, my friend Drake called me. We're worried about that series we're making." Armen replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He knew they didn't understand how important the series was to him, and they'd make him angry easily by taunting him about it.

"Oh, that baby's series?" One of his drunk friends asked. That made him angry, he knew it would've happened sooner or later.

"It is not a baby's series! We put a lot of hard work into that!!" Armen yelled, angered.

"Armens in a baby's series, Armens in a baby's series!!" The drunk one taunted. Armen took deep breaths and walked out. His drunken friend looked dumbstruck. Then turned into annoyance. "Where are you going?!"

"I'm going home!! Where I won't get a hangover from your breath!!" Armen hollered as he walked to his car. He grumbled and he got inside and started the engine. It took him almost an hour to get home from the traffic, but he eventually made it. He got into his house and checked the clock, it was almost 8. The computer shop closed at 9. He better hurry if he were to get his computer fixed. He walked into his room and looked his computer over. He sighed as he got under his desk to unplug his computer. He grunted as he struggled to get it out of the wall. Unplugging a computer was one of the easiest things in the world!!

"What the...- cmon!!" Armen yelled as he tugged on the cord. He growled, not understanding why it wasn't coming out. "Ugh. Why... Wont... You... Come... Out!!" He said in between tugs. After hitting his head a few times, he yelled out as he tugged on it hard, getting overly frustrated. The moment he yelled out, the computer unplugged, and all you could hear was the loud thud of Armen hitting the floor, unconscious.

((I DID IT. FIRST CHAPTER AND PROLOGUE DONE. alright, this chapter was finished 7/17/16, again, idk when I'm gonna post this. Probably once I finish the next chapter with Mia. OH WELL. HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CAUSE IM HAVING A BLAST REWRITING THIS BOOK!!))