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College Graduate pt 4

In which David and Dalilah spend alone time while their friends party

@/dalilahondemand: ready to party

The party was in full swing, had been for a few hours. I had had 3 solo cups of beer and 2 mixed drinks so I was slightly buzzed. Deciding there was too many people in the house i walked out to the back. A few people were out here but all by the pool so I made my way to the swing chair.

I had been stairing at my drink thinking when someone sat next to me. Looking up I expected Natalie but was met with a smiley David, "hey you okay?" I shrug and lean back, "yeah just too many bodies in there." He laughed lightly nodding, "yeah our parties tend to be a lot." I couldn't help but laugh, "sounds like you have a lot of 'em." The cute guy I've lived with for almost a month shook his head, "nah, not really. Only when we have something to celebrate."

It grew silent for a moment so I decided to speak, "thanks for letting me stay here." His shoulders shrug and a goofy smile is placed on his face, "it's awesome having you around. The group loves you, Natalie's not moody, and your really cool," my cheeks heat up and I smile, "plus the fans love you." I laugh and shake my head, "of course they do, who doesn't?" David laughs and sips his drink making me sip mine. "You should honestly start your own channel. You'd be amazing at it." I shrug and look down, "maybe. We'll see Dobrik." A slow song comes on through the speakers and David sets his cup down, "wanna dance?" I shrug, "why not?" Placing his hands around my waist and to my lower back I place mine around his neck and thread my fingers together as we begin to sway to the song. I close my eyes and lay my head on his chest as the songs plays through. That's the moment I realized I liked David Dobrik.

Little did we know someone got it on video and would put it in their vlog.

College Graduate pt5

In which Dalilah gets hate and David finds out

3rd pov

Dalilah had finished her week's project and turned it in for review before she was hit with hate. The fans from the squad had been giving her hate for being close with David, though not all of them. Once the clip of them dancing went up it went down hill for her.

She had kept herself in her room all day, phone off. The comments, the dms, the tweets were all too much for her. It made it worse that she actually did like David and knowing they didn't want them together.

She was facing the wall and silently crying as the comments replayed in her head. shes not even pretty. why would he even touch her? She's so ugly. Liza was so much better. He deserves better. The 22 year old had been crying for what seemed like hours when someone knocked, "Dalia? You okay?" She quickly wiped her face and cleared her throat, "not feeling well." Her best friend seemed to buy it as she didn't question it and walked away.

The sad girl waited until she couldn't hear any commotion before going to the bathroom to shower. She got dressed in a random night set and brushed her hair before quietly going to the kitchen. She had made her a sandwich and grabbed some chips and went to go back to the fridge for some water when she bumped into someone. Her eyes met David's before she looked away and mumbled a small 'hi'. He seemed to figure something was wrong because the first thing he said was, "what's wrong?" Shaking her head she walked around him to the fridge, "nothing."

David scoffed and furrowed his brows, "Dalilah I know you, something's wrong." The younger girl, by a year, sighed, "it's nothing okay? Just... just drop it," she said lightly, David barely hearing the end. He took the water bottle and placed it near her plate before tilting her chin to look at him, "what's wrong? I'm not gonna drop it till you tell me."

Her eyes began to tear up again and she took a shakie breath and pulled away, closing her eyes. He watched as she seemed to take a few seconds before grabbing her food, "check your comments," she mumbled again before walking to her room.

The next day Dalilah was listening to sad music. Just to get the sadness out was her excuse. She had been in her room all day, knowing everyone was here. Natalie checked up on her and brought food but never asked questions. That's what she loved about her, she was always there but never asked questions knowing when she was ready to talk she'd talk.

About half way through the day her phone blinged and a YouTube notification popped up. She immediately clicked it as it was David's.

We need to talk...

Her heart dropped as he went on rant. "Look guys, I love all of you but spreading hate is terrible. No one should be hating on someone. If you guys actually love and support me you'd understand that I have the right to like and be with someone who isn't Liza. Daliliah's amazing, she's sweet, kind, beautiful- you should be sending positive things. I'm not saying we're together but if we were you shouldn't hate something that makes me happy you should support it."

Her eyes teared up and she smiled for the first time in two days. Fixing her hair she made her way to the commotion in the living room. Her eyes met David's, who was standing in the middle of the room planning a skit, and she ran to him throwing her arms around his neck making him wrap around her waist. A quiet 'thank you' left her lips making him squeeze gently. "Always."

That's when the Vlog Squad knew they had to get them together, and Natalie had a plan.

5 Habits to Boost Self Confidence

Confidence is a tricky thing. Some people naturally seem to exude confidence, while others struggle to have any. And some of that is just who you are, some are naturally shy, and others are naturally loud. However, there are times when you need confidence. For example, meeting new people, giving a presentation or starting a new job. Confidence can be really useful and helps you to feel calm and assured in a situation where you might normally be panicky and flustered.

I am the first to admit I am not a confident person. It was always me that had trouble putting my hand up in class, leaving the comfort of my mum to actually go to school and talking in a group of people. I was always aware from a young age that I was shy. My Mum would introduce me to someone, I wouldn’t talk, and my Mum would say ‘oh Ash is just shy’. Which made me believe I could never be confident, because shy was my default. But shy people can learn to be confident, so Psych2Go shares with you 5 habits to boost self-confidence.

1) Assess yourself

Instead of staying in the fogginess that is lack of confidence, take stock. Forget thinking you need confidence, instead focus on what is it you want to achieve. Any time you feel a bit wobbly and sense yourself falling into ‘I’m hopeless, I can’t do it’ territory, stop and take a breath. Detach yourself from your emotions and analyse where you are, where you need to be, and what you need to learn. Keep assessing yourself. It’s important to keep everything in perspective. Before you do something that…

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one thing i realized a while ago is that some crushes are better left as crushes. sometimes, you only like someone because you don’t know enough about them to dislike them.

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This has been a PSA 

ANXIETY ISN’T A CUTE GIRL TWIDDLING HER HAIR AROUND HER FINGER AND NERVOUSLY BITING HER LIP. ANXIETY ISN’T A CUTE BOY HIDING UNDER HIS BANGS AND AVOIDING EYE CONTACT WITH EVERYONE. anxiety is someone staying under the covers just trying to silence their thoughts so they can get up without being bombarded by worry about something that happened two years in the past or will happen three years in the future. anxiety is someone whose stomach starts hurting on a Tuesday, one week before some event will occur, and keeps hurting until a day after its over. anxiety is someone who doubts every kind, encouraging, positive word spoken to them because they literally can’t comprehend someone liking them at all and genuinely meaning it. anxiety is someone who strongly feels their thoughts are irrational but, no matter how hard they try, can do nothing to talk sense into themselves. anxiety is someone who is afraid to walk in front of their class or in the middle of the hallway or in front of a crowd or somewhere alone in fear that they’ll trip or fall or stand out too much or say something dumb or do something embarrassing and be noticed for it. anxiety is someone who misses out on fun opportunities because they can’t stop thinking about what could go wrong and what time they’ll arrive and leave and if it’s too early to arrive and leave and what they’ll say and what tone of voice they’ll use and what someone else might say to them and what their response might be and if they look too unfriendly and if they smile too much or if they need to smile less and if their smile looks silly and if they’ll be too dressed up or too underdressed and if there will be food and drinks they like and if they’ll be the only one wearing red so maybe they should wear a different color, but then what if they’re the only one wearing the different color? what do they do? what do they do?