Hello people who I hope will read this story! So, as of 2011, I have been in love with a Let's Player by the name of chuggaaconroy. I love his videos, and I fantasize about meeting him. I made this story because I wanted to make myself feel like I have met him, and I hope you like it!

My hand was shaking as I wrote down the notes on the board. I was in Calculus, and I was squinting at the board. I was in college, and I sucked at it. A ball of paper hit the back of my dark red hair. I rolled my light blue irises and looked behind me. Nathan and his friends were all grinning stupidly at me. I opened the note, and saw in sloppy handwriting:

U r a slut.

I sighed and threw the note back at him. I got that a lot, even though I don't know why. Everybody on campus seems to hate me, for some stupid reason. I didn't do anything to them, but they want to do everything to me. Oh, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Brielle Louise Taylor. I'm a big nerd, and I love everything nintendo.

I sighed again and kept writing down the notes. The bell rang, and I got up. I gathered my books and left. As I tore through the hallways, people tripped me.

"Hey look, it's cheese." a girl's voice purred. Oh god. I kept walking, trying to ignore her. A girl's hand closed on my shoulder and yanked me backwards. I stumbled, attempting to regain my footing.

"Not so fast, cheese." The girl snarled.

"Let me go, Krista." I said. She dragged me over to the other popular girls who were smoking in the corner. Their faces split into sick grins when they saw me, and they threw my books down.

"Oh look, it's cheese." A girl named Amanda said. I boiled with anger.

"Oh look, it's the sex addict." I snarled. She pushed me down, and started kicking me. Each blow made me even more depressed. I looked over, and saw my 'boyfriend' hanging out with his friends. He was staring at me, and tears brewed in my eyes. If he was a real boyfriend, he would stop them. His friend nudged him, and a grin spread across his face. The tears spilled over, and I pushed myself up. I ran to my car, and drove away. I was tired of it. Tired of being treated like I didn't matter. I drove home, and as soon as I got into my apartment, I took out my phone. I got onto YouTube, and watched Chuggaaconroy. I laughed as he made bad puns and screamed like a five year old. He was truly awesome, and I really looked up to him. I watched a little bit of him and TheRunawayGuys until my clock read eleven o'clock. I went to bed, thinking of Emile.

I awoke at six the next day, and got ready for school. I hated college, to be honest with you. I was constantly picked on and bullied, and nobody likes me. I have no friends, and I thought I had a boyfriend. Just as I was thinking of my boyfriend, my phone went off.

"Cell phone!" I said quietly. I grinned to myself, and read the text.

"Hey babe." It was from my boyfriend, Owen.

"What do you want?" I texted back, angry.

"Chill out. I'm just wondering if you're okay." He sent.

"You didn't seem to care yesterday."

"I always care, Brie."

"Yeah, right."

"I do! Would you like me to prove it to you?"

"How would you prove it?"

"It's called bed."

"It's called no."

"Why are you being rude this morning?"

"Why are you such a terrible boyfriend?"

"I'm done talking to you."

"I was done before we even started this shit."

"Fuck you."

"You too, babe."

Owen must have gotten really pissed at me, because he didn't reply back. I threw down my phone, put on my school uniform,(Yeah, we have to wear stupid uniforms to school. They're red blouses and pencil skirts. The blouse and skirt are buttoned with gold buttons) and left my apartment building. I drove to the campus, parked, and went to my first class. It was torture, to be honest with you. It was Government, and I sucked at Government. Owen was glaring at me throughout the entire class period, and after the bell rang, I got cornered. I got cornered by Owen, his friends, and the popular sluts. They beat me up, for just being there. Amanda and Krista hit me with my books while Owen and his friends use their hands and feet. It got real bad when Amanda got out scissors, and I began feeling the pain. She cut me, and I bled. They cut through my uniform, and I fought. I fought my way out, and ran. I ran off the campus, and I got into my car. I was bleeding tons, and I tried not to cry as I got on the freeway. I was going to find the nearest park, find a tree, sit down, and cry. It was what I always did. I found the park, found my tree, sat down, and sobbed. My wounds hurt, and It was only when I heard someone walking did I stop crying.

"Are you okay?" A male's voice asked. His voice was unique, and I recognized it somehow.

"I'm fine." I mumbled, not looking at him.

"You don't look fine." He said.

"But I am." I still didn't look at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay. That's good." He said. "I'm Emile, by the way."

Okay, back up.

I recognized that voice. And... And his name was... Emile...

I finally looked at him, and it took all of my strength to keep my jaw from dropping.

Holy crap.

It was Emile Rosales-Birou, otherwise known as Chuggaaconroy.

His hand was stretched out, and I took it with my shaking hand.

"I'm Brielle Taylor." I said, shaking his hand gently. He smiled, and I was freaking out on the inside.

"So what're you doing here?" He asked me, sitting down next to me. My heart skipped a beat.

"I always come here." I said. "I come here almost every day."

"Why?" He asked.

"It's complicated." I said, not looking at him. I was having a casual conversation with chuggaaconroy!

"Okay, then. I won't pressure you. My life is complicated too." He said, putting his hands behind his head. I surprised myself by laughing.

"Really? How is your life complicated."

He looked really uncomfortable all of the sudden. He blushed red, and I felt bad. I shouldn't have asked.

"I'm sorry." I said, looking at him. "I didn't mean to insult you."

"S'not your fault." He mumbled, not meeting my eyes. "I just have a strange life, if I even have one in the first place."

"My life is getting bullied by a bunch of weirdos at my school." I said, surprising myself and him.

"You get bullied?" He asked. I looked away from him, my cheeks turning maroon.

"All the time." I whispered.

"I got bullied throughout all of high school. I know how it feels." He said. I already knew that. He mentioned it in passing in one of his videos.

"I'm sick of it. I really am. I just try to be myself-"

"-But that isn't good enough for them, huh?" Emile asked. I nodded and blinked away the moisture in my eyes. I immediately made a vow to not cry in front of him, because then he would think I am a huge baby.

Which I am, but I try not to show it.

As much as I loved talking to him, I needed to go home. I was going to cry, and I needed to go home. I stood up, and looked everywhere but him.

"I need to go." I said. He stood up too.

"Same here. I need to go home and... um... feed my cats." He said. He looked uncomfortable again. We walked to our cars.

As soon as we got to the parking lot, I saw it.

My busted up red convertable. I had just bought it a year ago, and it was brand new.

Someone had ruined it.

"No!" I exclaimed, as soon as I saw it. "No!"

Why would someone do such a thing? What did I do to them?

"Is that your car?" Emile asked, staring at my ruined car. I nodded, biting my lip to keep the tears building up in my eyes from falling.

"What happened to it?" He asked. I shook my head, biting my lip so hard that I tasted blood. I was not going to cry in front of him! I made a vow!

Maybe that was the reason a tear slipped out of my eye and on to my cheek for everyone to see.

I wiped it away fast. How embarrassing.

"I'll take you home." He offered.

"You will?" I asked shakily.

"Yeah." He said.

"Thank you." I whispered. He smiled, and we walked to his car. As we were driving, he asked:

"So where do you live?"

"In the apartment building on Charles Avenue." I said. He looked at me, amazed.

"Really? What apartment number?" He asked.

"612, why?" I asked.

"Holy crap! Your apartment is two apartments away from mine!" He said. I felt like I had the breath knocked out of me. I've lived in that apartment for almost four years. How had I not noticed that I lived to apartments away from chuggaaconroy?!

"Seriously?" I asked. He nodded, smiling.

"That's awesome!" I said.

"Yeah! We can totally see more of each other? You wanna come over?" He asked.

"Sure." I said. About five minutes later, we pulled into his driveway. We got out, and went inside. His apartment was modeled exactly like mine, except decorated differently. He had game posters littering the walls, and when we got inside, I saw one of his cats. It was orange and fat.

"Aww, I love cats." I said, reaching down to pet him. Emile watched, awestruck, as the cat butted its head against my hand, signaling that he likes me.

"Wow, he never does that to anyone. Not even Jon or Tim." Emile whispered. I looked up at him, and smiled at the mention of Jon and Tim.

"Who's Jon and Tim?" I lied. I already knew who Jon and Tim were, of course, but I wanted to act like I had no idea of his YouTube channels. Emile blushed red again, and muttered:

"Just friends."

"Good friends?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said. I smiled, and saw more of the house. A really expensive looking statue of a Pikmin caught my attention. It was red, and I smiled. Hehe, Steve is such a trooper.

"Whoa! This is awesome! How much money was this?" I asked.

"Three thousand dollars. I got one of each color, and they are made with sterling silver." He said.

"How did you afford that?" I asked, amazed.

"I work." He muttered.

"What's your job?" I asked, smiling. I was playing with him, and it was surprisingly fun. He blushed even darker, and muttered:

"I work for... um..."

"Hmm?" I asked.

"I, uh, I work for Best Buy." He said. I nodded slowly, and thoughts were running through my head. Wow, he must really not want me to know that he is a YouTuber. I don't know why he wouldn't want me knowing. I would tell everyone if I was as successful as he was.

"Really? That's cool. When do you work?" I asked.

"I um... I work on Monday's and Wednesdays?" He said. It sounded like a question.

"Cool. I don't work. I don't want to work, and I don't have a dream job. Well, unless you count making YouTube Let's Plays as a dream job."

Okay, I was not anticipating his reaction.

He turned extremely red and looked away. He started coughing.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Uh... Y-Yeah." He coughed. I felt really bad.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"N-Nothing. You, uh, want to make Let's Plays?" He asked.

"Yeah. I really love Nintendo, and I love YouTube and just the internet in general." I said. It wasn't a lie. It was always my dream to make YouTube videos.

"That's, uh, really awesome." He said. I nodded, and looked around more. His apartment was way more decorated than mine, and way nicer.

"Your apartment is awesome! Can I see your room?" I asked. He blushed again, and quickly said: "No!"

That caught me off guard.

I didn't get why he didn't want me to see his room.

"Okay..." I said, surprised. What was he hiding?

"Uh, I mean, give me a second." He said, running to his room. He left me standing there. I immediately started fangirling. I wanted to do a dance of some sort, so I started jumping up and down. I was so excited. When Emile came back, he was pink in the face. He led me to his room, and when I saw it, I smiled hugely.
He had shelves full of plushies. Like, a ton.

"Awesome!" I said, looking around. He had a ton of stuff in his room. It was the definition of epic.

But then I noticed something. He didn't have any curtains, or any bedding. Some of the plushies were knocked over, as if he hastened to take something off the shelves. I didn't know what he was hiding, but I decided I didn't care.

"Dude, your loaded." I said. He grinned.

"You officially have the coolest apartment ever. Is there anything else, or have I seen it all?" I asked. He blushed again.

"Uh, well, there's...um... another room, but-"

"Cool! Can I see it?" I asked. I had a feeling that it would be his room where he records all of his stuff, and it really surprised me when he muttered yes.

He led me to the room, and the second I went in, it was the coolest thing ever.

He had a large HDTV, with almost every console imaginable. His laptop was next to a beanbag, and a 3 PC's were sitting on a desk in the corner. More posters littered the walls, which were white. He had a large shelf on one wall, a ton of games in it.

"Whoa..." I whispered. I had always wanted to see what Emile's apartment looked like, and I was getting my wish.

"Holy crap..." I whispered. "This is the coolest thing I have ever seen."

"Yeah, I guess it is pretty sweet."

"By far the coolest thing I have ever seen." I said. He smiled.

"Do you play?" He asked, motioning to his Wii.

"Hell yeah. Do you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh yeah. Why else would I have all of these systems?"

"I dunno. Stupid question on my part."

"Nah, it's fine. I ask stupid questions too. So... What d'you want to play?" He asked.

"I dunno. It's up to you."

"Hmm... How's about—" He held up a game. "Kirby's Epic Yarn?"

I grinned, and had to suppress a laugh. That was the game he was Let's Playing.

"Awesome! Let's totally do this!"

So we played, and as we played, I noticed he became different when he played video games. He became the Chuggaaconroy that everyone loved. We missed gold rank by one bead, and he shouted:

"I MISSED IT BY ONE BEAD?!"

I cracked up so hard. He blushed and grinned solemnly, but I kept laughing. Oh, how I loved him.

And yes, I mean loved.

He was actually really cute, as far as Let's Players go. I mean, AttackingTucans is pretty cute, but I don't really like how much he swears. No, I'll settle for Emile.

Of course, that is if he actually likes me.

I really hope he does.

Like, really hope.

Once again, we played. We then switched to another game, which was Pikmin 2. As we sprouted Pikmin, he said:

"They're mah lil' piks."

I laughed, and raised an eyebrow in untruthful confusion. I loved when he said that. I really did.

"What?" I asked, laughing. "Your lil piks?"

"Yeah. My Pikmin. I call them my lil piks."

"How did you think of that?"

"Pacing and chain smoking cigarettes."

"You smoke?"

"Hell no. It's an inside joke between my friends. We then by a typewriter and a monkey to help us."

"Okay?"

"I'm creeping you out, aren't I?"

"Nah, you're cool."

"Good."

We were silent for a few moments, but then he picked a red Pikmin.

A red leaf Pikmin.

"STEVE!" Emile shouted. I jumped, and then cracked up.

"What?" I asked, laughing.

"Nothing." Emile said quickly. I didn't say anything, even though I really wanted too. I loved Steve, because of Emile's exasperation of how popular he had become.

We played for a long time, actually. We kept switching games, and at each game he would crack out a memorable catchphrase. I would laugh at each one, and pretend not to know what he was talking about. By the time we were bored playing the games, I was so happy and relaxed around him that it wasn't even funny. There was just so much mutual happiness radiating off of him, that I felt at home completely. I had always known that he was an amazing guy, but I hadn't known that he was so sweet and kind and true.

When I left, I was really sad. I didn't want to leave, and I could tell he didn't want me to leave either. I could tell he was beginning to get comfortable with me when I left, because he asked me to come over tomorrow too. I said maybe, as I knew I had to go back to school tomorrow. I really didn't want to, but if I was going to get a degree in anything, I had to go. He sent me off, smiling his cute smile. I really wished I didn't have to go, but it was seven thirty, and I still had to eat dinner, do my Government homework, get a shower, and go to bed. I bet Emile had some recording to do, anyway. I trudged back to apartment 612, sad and excited. When I was inside my apartment, I shut the door, and immediately did a happy dance. Oh. My. God! I actually met Chuggaaconroy!

I went on my IPhone and quickly went to his channel. I clicked on a video, any video, and watched it through. I then remembered my homework, and I quickly finished it. I ate a makeshift dinner consistent of meat that tasted like sponge and vegetables that were soggy, and I took a shower. In the shower, I began to notice my wounds. Cuts and bruises on my arms and legs, and a black eye blooming on my right eye. I looked terrible. When I got out of the shower, I got ready for bed, grabbed my phone, and hopped into my bed. I turned on my IPhone, and clicked on Chugga's channel. I noticed he had uploaded a new episode of Super Mario 64 DS. I watched it through, laughing at his mistakes and failures, and smiling at his overall cuteness. It was 11:00 by the time I fell asleep, and when I did, I dreamed of seeing Emile.

Please review, because it makes me happy, and I hope you have a Majestic Monday!