Fangirling, Friends and Opportunities

Me: So~ I've found my USB guys! And I thought of writing a new story for one of my most favourite games! Hope you enjoy doods! I don't own Minecraft, or Team Crafted and yeah! Lookalike reporting for duty!

Finally! So much hard work, blood sweat and tears have finally led me to this very moment!

It was only a few hours until the day of Minecon, and here I am. Screaming my ass off, fangirling (as embarrassing as it is to say). I've been interested in Minecraft from the day it was released. So when I hear that I've finally earned the opportunity to go to Minecon, you wouldn't believe how much screaming and thrashing I've done (happy screaming and thrashing of course)!

I was bouncing on the spot at the door, wearing warm clothing since, it was snowing REALLY heavily here in Chicago and well, I don't wanna spend my days of Minecon in a hotel bed sick and… yeah…

"Mom! Come on!" I cried impatiently. I couldn't wait to arrive in New York. "Okay, okay! No need to rush, Paige!" She chuckled, coughing soon after.

My impatient demeanour quickly softened at the sight of her coughing. I quickly rushed to her side and pat her back gently. "Mom? Are you ok?" I asked, worried. I knew I did the wrong thing… pushing my mom like this… but she wanted to see the world with me… and New York is a really good start.

She laughed once she caught her breath. "Enough about me, Paige. Let's go see Team Crafted." She smiled softly. I grinned and held the bags. "Yeah! Let's go!"

After an hour of me sleeping in the taxi with my mom conversing with the taxi driver, we arrived (at the airport of course) ~

After a good fifteen minuted of waiting and more sleeping, we began boarding the airplane. As my mom boarded the plane, I was the fifth person to get my ticket checked, I shoved my hand in my pocket to retrieve it. "Huh?" I wondered, checking all my pockets. "Um… just hold on for a bit…" I desperately checked each pocket individually and nothing. I swore I had it with me!

"Um? Is this yours?" A familiar-ish voice asked, tapping my shoulder. I quickly spun around to see… they looked… really familiar. A family friend? Whatever. It was a guy who looked to be… three (?) years older than me, he was holding my ticket out for me to take. "Th-thanks dood!" I smiled, remembering my favourite minecrafter's term.

He grinned. "I see you're a fan?"

I tilted my head slightly. "Of Bajan Canadian?" I wondered. "Yeah, of course I-

The woman awaiting my flight ticket, cleared her throat disruptively while tapping her shoes against the tiles impatiently. "S-sorry…" I apologised, handing the ticket over. "Mhmm." She sounded, handing back what was left of my ticket.

"Hey, wait for me before you enter the plane ok?" The dood said.

"Y-yeah!" I stuttered, waiting patiently for him. Hmm…

After he got his ticket back, the two of us walked onto the plane together, chatting about Bajan Canadian. He surprisingly knew a lot. And I mean, A LOT! "Wait, so you're saying-

"Yes! That guy was a hoax! He just shot Mitch from high up and the dood just barely dodged the arrow! But he died from fall damage." He laughed. It was a really cute laugh that made me wanna laugh too.

"Wow! Everyone's going around saying that he was sniped! I knew it wasn't true though!" I scoffed proudly, folding my arms.

He made a final chuckle before sitting down at an empty seat by the window, there was a free seat beside the guy but… my mom.

"Sit! We can keep talking like this!" He smiled. "I have to check on my mom first. See if she's doing okay!" I stated, quickly dashing away to check on her. She sat in the middle seats, between two nice lady's, minding their own business. "Mom!" I cried.

She was startled at first, dropping the magazine she was enraptured in to her lap. "Paige! You frightened me." she sighed. Hehehe, 'frightened'! Deadlox and Sky? Anyone? "Mom! I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna sit with a friend of mine. Are you okay with that?" I asked, worried for her health. She nodded. "It's fine. Just don't make trouble. And wait for me once you get off!" she stated.

I nodded and smiled. "Stay healthy mom!" I ran back to my new friend, pushing my luggage overhead. "Hey you need help with that?" He asked, getting up to put it away for me. "N-no! I-it's fi-

He caught the baggage just before it fell on me. "Curse my height…" I muttered. He chuckled slightly and shoved my suitcase to the back of the overhead compartment. "Thanks. Really." I smiled, sitting down. "No problem!" He smiled back, causing me to blush from embarrassment.

He giggled once more and pulled out his phone. "Hey! What's your phone number?" He asked, his eyes not leaving the screen. As I stared out the window, watching the plane slowly take off from the ground. "Oh, hm? My phone number?" I pulled out my phone. I was never good with faces, numbers, words or remembering anything for the matter. "Well… it's XXXXXXXX (the X's are to prevent people from actually trying to dial the number ^^' and also cuz I'm shit at fake phone numbers...)!" I said, reading it over 3 times just in case. He punched in the numbers and there it was on his screen. "Mine's XXXXXXXX." He said, watching me punch in the numbers. I grinned when I saw the number. "Oh yeah! What's your name?" I asked. I don't know if I did something wrong, because he was just there blinking at me, like there was something I'm either doing wrong, or missing. "Hm… I guess you haven't figured it out yet?" He laughed.

It was my turn to do the blinking and the staring. "So I do know you?"

"Maybe you'll know when I tell you my name." he smiled playfully, "Hey doods! It's Mitch or Bajan Canadian here!" he commentated.

My eyes widened and my mouth was hanging. Oh god was I drooling? Holy shit I was drooling! I examined my shirt, and then returned to staring, blinking and well, being completely MIND FUCKED!

"Bajan Canadian?!" I murmured.

He nodded in response, laughing slightly. "I can't believe it took you so long!"

"W-wait… w-wah!?" I cried. It was THE Bajan Canadian! And it took me oh I don't know, thirty mudda truckin' minutes to figure that out!? Well, at least my fangirling is under control.

He waved a hand in front of my face. "Hello? Earth to um…?"

I snapped back to reality. "Paige! Name's Paige!" I stuttered. He chuckled. "Looks like I don't have to lead you back to Earth huh?"

I blushed again. "Y-yeah! Sorry for not realizing! I am REALLY bad with faces!" I cried. "Look, it's fine dood! Just a little overlooked." He smiled. So much smiling, laughing and blushing! It's making me go mad!

"You're really nice Mitch." I grinned.

"Right back at ya, Paige!" he chuckled. Something tells me, that something's gonna happen this week here in New York. And trust me, it's not gonna just be picking up a few autographs. No, it's gonna be something special.

Please comment what you think of my comeback to FanFiction! It's really appreciated guys! Thanks! And this same story might be posted on my account in Quotev as well, so please no flaming if you do happen to see it (?) Thanks guys! :D