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Smith. Smiffy. Such a little difference, as for their personalities? Well... there wasn't a 'their' anymore, there was only a his. A he. He, was Smiffy, and Smith, but they were the same person now. Much to Ross and Chris's dismay. They wanted the real Alex back, not who he had become.
Sending the message to their fans was heart-breaking to say the least. Not having Alex around was... quite lonely. They both sat in their new apartment, on the old tatted sofa they had secured from a overly-friendly man down the road of their new flat. Neither of them spoke, for there was nothing to be said. It wasn't easy to have a normal conversation anymore, now that Alex was gone. They could visit him sure, but it wasn't really him, not anymore. It wasn't their Alex.
And now, as they sat, ross with his legs drawn up to his chest and Chris looking at the blank, dirty white wall where a TV should have sat, they thought about the silence, about how they wished for some kind of distraction from thinking about him. Then, a distraction. Sort of.
DING DONG!
The two looked to the door that sat to the right of the sofa. They didn't want to answer, but this seemed urgent as more bells rang.
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
They continued, getting faster and faster until it because one ding repeated in a row. Finally, Ross stood and rushed to the door, opening it he saw two men who... he didn't really expect to see at the moment. Lewis stood in front, closest to the door with his hand to the doorbell. He was wearing his blue striped jumper and in the cold of winter, a large black overcoat. He lowered his hand and gave a small and awkward smile. Simon stood slightly behind him, but with his shoulder bumping Lewis' slightly. He didn't appear to know what to do, but gave a slight toothy grin, he too wore a large coat and he had a weird beany hat on his head.
"Oh..." Ross said as he woke form looking at the two. Chris made his way over and stood behind Ross.
"What are you guys...?" he started to say, but then pulled Ross' shoulder back to let the two men walk in, after all, he could see their breath in the cold weather.
They both walked inside and into the living room. Ross and Chris looked to Lewis, he looked quiet angry. Simon seemed to be staying a little bit back form him as well. Which was never a good sign.
"So..." the ginger bearded man started.
"A hiatus?!" Lewis interrupted, causing Simon to jump slightly. "Why..." Lewis closed his eyes for a few seconds and breathed in and out. "Why, didn't you tell us?"
Ross and Chris looked to each other, their mouths open slightly, and Chris decided to speak. "Err... well there's just some problems with recording at the moment."
"What kind of problems?" Lewis asked sharply. He didn't give them a lot of time to think of something, as he raised his eyebrow to them.
"Well... Our house did burn down."
"Don't give me that excuse! If you can say that you wont be uploading, then you can record properly! Or, if you couldn't, you could have at least told us!" Lewis' tone rose. Simon knocked him in the arm and the raven haired man sighed. "Just, tell me whats up?"
"Well... Alex is ill at the moment." Ross stated. Chris turned and gave him a look. "Sorry, but... I don't like getting shouted at! I'm not good under pressure!"
"What's he ill with?"
They both turned to Lewis and Simon.
"Ok! I cant do this Chris!"
Chris turned to the panicking Ross and pulled him out of the door that lead to the kitchen. "Well be back in a minute." He called behind him.
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"Dude!" Chris shut the kitchen door and turned to the panicking Ross. "We cant tell them, it's too risky, they'll want to see him and know what happened." he stated.
"But... Lewis was shouting at me!"
"No, you know how he can be! Just... just try to relax ok? We should just say that Alex is away, maybe he's staying with his parents and caught the flu or something and didn't want to travel being ill... OK? Now... calm down and lets go back out there."
Ross nodded the Chris and they made their way back out of the kitchen.
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Simon was looking at Lewis, who stood with his arms folded and was stroking his chin with his fingers. He saw Lewis look back at him form the corner of his big brown eyes. Simon looked away quickly.
"What?" Lewis asked calmly.
"Well... good job keeping your cool back there."
Lewis sighed and ran his hand up across his face and then through his hair.
"You have taken your medicine today right?"
Lewis didn't turn round to Simon, but did glare at him from the corner of his eye.
"Sorry..."
A few seconds later Ross and Chris re-entered the room.
"Sorry." Ross said to the two, looking down to the floor.
"Im sorry too." Lewis stated, he dropped his arms so that they were folded. "Now... What's up with Alex?" his voice was edgy, but barely masked with a fake calm the yogscast family knew so well. Though most didn't know why.
"He's staying at his parents for a while, he's ill..." the hatfilms duo mumbled almost unhearably.
Lewis blinked to them "Ok, one at a time."
"He's staying"
"With his"
"Parents for"
"A while-"
"NOT LIKE THAT!" Everyone jumped back and Lewis sighed again. "One of you tell me whats wrong with Alex! ... Please!"
"He's staying with his parents because he's ill and doesn't want to travel when he's sick..." Chris mumbled.
Lewis nodded. He knew they were lying, and they knew that he knew it as well. But, in a slightly calm manor, Lewis and Simon made their way to the door and exited.
"Tell us when you're coming back." The raven haired man mumbled as he walked back down and out the gate. Simon turned to the other two.
"Give Alex my est." he stated and smiled before turning and following Lewis into the car.
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The door closed and the two looked to each other... And the silence had returned.

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Smith. Smiffy. Such a little difference, as for their personalities? Well... there wasn't a 'their' anymore, there was only a his. A he. He, was Smiffy, and Smith, but they were the same person now. Much to Ross and Chris's dismay. They wanted the real Alex back, not who he had become.
Sending the message to their fans was heart-breaking to say the least. Not having Alex around was... quite lonely. They both sat in their new apartment, on the old tatted sofa they had secured from a overly-friendly man down the road of their new flat. Neither of them spoke, for there was nothing to be said. It wasn't easy to have a normal conversation anymore, now that Alex was gone. They could visit him sure, but it wasn't really him, not anymore. It wasn't their Alex.
And now, as they sat, ross with his legs drawn up to his chest and Chris looking at the blank, dirty white wall where a TV should have sat, they thought about the silence, about how they wished for some kind of distraction from thinking about him. Then, a distraction. Sort of.
DING DONG!
The two looked to the door that sat to the right of the sofa. They didn't want to answer, but this seemed urgent as more bells rang.
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
DING DONG!
They continued, getting faster and faster until it because one ding repeated in a row. Finally, Ross stood and rushed to the door, opening it he saw two men who... he didn't really expect to see at the moment. Lewis stood in front, closest to the door with his hand to the doorbell. He was wearing his blue striped jumper and in the cold of winter, a large black overcoat. He lowered his hand and gave a small and awkward smile. Simon stood slightly behind him, but with his shoulder bumping Lewis' slightly. He didn't appear to know what to do, but gave a slight toothy grin, he too wore a large coat and he had a weird beany hat on his head.
"Oh..." Ross said as he woke form looking at the two. Chris made his way over and stood behind Ross.
"What are you guys...?" he started to say, but then pulled Ross' shoulder back to let the two men walk in, after all, he could see their breath in the cold weather.
They both walked inside and into the living room. Ross and Chris looked to Lewis, he looked quiet angry. Simon seemed to be staying a little bit back form him as well. Which was never a good sign.
"So..." the ginger bearded man started.
"A hiatus?!" Lewis interrupted, causing Simon to jump slightly. "Why..." Lewis closed his eyes for a few seconds and breathed in and out. "Why, didn't you tell us?"
Ross and Chris looked to each other, their mouths open slightly, and Chris decided to speak. "Err... well there's just some problems with recording at the moment."
"What kind of problems?" Lewis asked sharply. He didn't give them a lot of time to think of something, as he raised his eyebrow to them.
"Well... Our house did burn down."
"Don't give me that excuse! If you can say that you wont be uploading, then you can record properly! Or, if you couldn't, you could have at least told us!" Lewis' tone rose. Simon knocked him in the arm and the raven haired man sighed. "Just, tell me whats up?"
"Well... Alex is ill at the moment." Ross stated. Chris turned and gave him a look. "Sorry, but... I don't like getting shouted at! I'm not good under pressure!"
"What's he ill with?"
They both turned to Lewis and Simon.
"Ok! I cant do this Chris!"
Chris turned to the panicking Ross and pulled him out of the door that lead to the kitchen. "Well be back in a minute." He called behind him.
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"Dude!" Chris shut the kitchen door and turned to the panicking Ross. "We cant tell them, it's too risky, they'll want to see him and know what happened." he stated.
"But... Lewis was shouting at me!"
"No, you know how he can be! Just... just try to relax ok? We should just say that Alex is away, maybe he's staying with his parents and caught the flu or something and didn't want to travel being ill... OK? Now... calm down and lets go back out there."
Ross nodded the Chris and they made their way back out of the kitchen.
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Simon was looking at Lewis, who stood with his arms folded and was stroking his chin with his fingers. He saw Lewis look back at him form the corner of his big brown eyes. Simon looked away quickly.
"What?" Lewis asked calmly.
"Well... good job keeping your cool back there."
Lewis sighed and ran his hand up across his face and then through his hair.
"You have taken your medicine today right?"
Lewis didn't turn round to Simon, but did glare at him from the corner of his eye.
"Sorry..."
A few seconds later Ross and Chris re-entered the room.
"Sorry." Ross said to the two, looking down to the floor.
"Im sorry too." Lewis stated, he dropped his arms so that they were folded. "Now... What's up with Alex?" his voice was edgy, but barely masked with a fake calm the yogscast family knew so well. Though most didn't know why.
"He's staying at his parents for a while, he's ill..." the hatfilms duo mumbled almost unhearably.
Lewis blinked to them "Ok, one at a time."
"He's staying"
"With his"
"Parents for"
"A while-"
"NOT LIKE THAT!" Everyone jumped back and Lewis sighed again. "One of you tell me whats wrong with Alex! ... Please!"
"He's staying with his parents because he's ill and doesn't want to travel when he's sick..." Chris mumbled.
Lewis nodded. He knew they were lying, and they knew that he knew it as well. But, in a slightly calm manor, Lewis and Simon made their way to the door and exited.
"Tell us when you're coming back." The raven haired man mumbled as he walked back down and out the gate. Simon turned to the other two.
"Give Alex my est." he stated and smiled before turning and following Lewis into the car.
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The door closed and the two looked to each other... And the silence had returned.