erin
"Erin?" Leah says softly.
"What?" I snap.
"T-Tom's here."
I felt myself stop breathing. "Tell that a-hole to leave. Now."
"He isn't going to leave until you sp-speak to him."
I groan. "Tell him to leave." I repeat.
"E-Erin-"
"TELL HIM TO LEAVE!" I scream at the top of my lungs. I then fall back onto my bed, crying. How did I just yell at my best friend?!
"I-I'm sorry." I whisper.
"I'll tell him to leave," she says with a sigh, "But you're both going to have to tell your fans to give up Electronicate."
I flinch at her words. "N-No one knew about Electronicate . . ."
"Still though: you probably don't want them to constantly be shipping it in stream."
I sigh. "Leah, I-I'm . . ." I sigh again. "I'm quitting YouTube."
"WHAT?!" she shouts.
"Leah, I can't . . . I can't face Tom everyday because of Mianite."
"Then just quit Mianite!" she shouts. "You don't need to quit YouTube altogether!"
"But my recent videos! With Tom." I put emphasis on Tom's name. I feel tears stream down my face.
"THEN DELETE THEM!" she snaps.
I sigh. "Fine. But I'm never recording with Tom ever again. I will with Sonja, Tucker, Jordan, the other Erin, and Adam!"
She sighs and I could pretty much hear her smile. "Thank you."
i think i've got an idea now
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