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Ch.1

I glanced at my phone for about the tenth time tonight. "Hurry the fuck up YouTube. I would like to go to bed sometime tonight." I watched the progress bar move another one percent after an hour. "I hit the upload button six hours ago. And you're only at 20 percent."

I continued to yell at my computer, though it being eleven o'clock at night it was more like a whisper. With a heavy sigh I went over to my bed and collapsed onto my bed. I pulled my phone of the nightstand beside me, and texted the others in my group of gamer friends.

Me: Hey, anyone else having YouTube problems?

Me: Or is it just me?

Brock: Nope, mine seems to be uploading fine.

Craig: I wouldn't know. I'm on getting on a plane.

Brian: Same.

Evan: I actually did notice that mine is being a bit slow.

Me: Ha! My video has been uploading for 6 hours! And it's at 20, no now it's at 35%

All: Ooh.

I talked to them for a bit longer before deciding to come with some excuse to go. I opened Twitter to see what was happening in the world. I noticed that every other tweet was about Pax Prime. Out of curiosity I googled how much tickets would be to fly over to Las Angeles.

"Yeah, no. With that kind of money, I could pay off college. I'd also have to ask my boss for a raise. And with the divorce, I don't see that happening." I told myself as I lightly tossed my phone onto my nightstand.

My cat was curled up on my bed. We called him Mr. Kitty, he was a tan cat with dark gray tipped ears. I chuckled quietly as I remembered mine and Cody's recent conversation. Two hours of sending each other cat and college homework pictures. There were times where a minute long video of our cats purring, would slip into our texts.

I turned off my lamp, crawled into bed, and fell asleep. Morning rolled around, and I was glad it was a Saturday. Which meant two extra hours of sleep, but a knock came to my door. I groaned tiredly into my pillows before my door cracked open and my light flicked on.

"Logan, dear it's almost ten. It's time to wake up and do the chores." It was the boss of the house. My mom.

I groaned again as I sat up with a yawn. "Is it really ten?" I looked at her smiling face, which caused me to quickly grabbed my phone. It read '8:30'. "Are you serious? I wanted to sleep more."

"Well maybe you should've gone to bed." She came in and opened my blinds.

Sun beamed in, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut. "Ah! The sun, every gamer's weakness!" I jokingly said before chuckling and then hearing my mom laughing.

"Now that you're awake, why don't you do the list of chores I left you in the kitchen. You're father and I are going to go into town and visit some friends. We won't be back until one." Mom said with a bit of authority.

I stood up and saluted her, wearing a goofy grins on my face. "Yes ma'am."

"You're so strange some times." She rolls her eyes before leaving me in my room.

I laughed loudly before closing my door to change. I changed out of my black basketball shorts, and pulling on a pair of jeans and a slim-fitting blue t-shirt. I looked into my mirror, to decide which way I felt like keeping my bangs at. My hair was a light brown and it was similar to Bryce's length. I groaned at how girlie I sounded when I talked to myself in my head.

'Styling it right, let's me see more, but the left side would look cooler with my hats.' I looked at the fifty million hats I collected over the years. 'Speaking of hats. Dammit Logan, stop worrying about what you look like. Fix your damn hair and grab a hat.'

I decided to go with the right side, and decided to go with a flat-brimmed gray hat, with a navy blue bill. In the center, stitched in black, it said 'Come at me Bro'. I'm not sure how I got this hat, though I'm convinced that it was a birthday present. After checking myself out one more time, I grabbed my phone and went downstairs. Our house was pretty and decently sized.

When I got down stairs, I noticed that once again I was home alone. I didn't even try to do anything about it. I just went over to the open computer, and saw a white sheet of paper with 'Chores List' written across the top. Removing the paper I opened YouTube and decided to play some music while cleaning.

After about an hour of cleaning the bathrooms, floors, dishes, laundry, and feeding the cats I finally collapsed on the couch in the living room. I grabbed the remote and turned my flat-screen TV. There was nothing good on, I decided to look at Twitter again. It seemed that everyone made it to LA safely. I was really jealous that everyone was going, except for me. I knew Pax was going to be about a five days long, and the guys would stay at either a hotel or at Evan's for the rest of the week until they fly home.

I opened up the website of the cheapest flights ton LA, on another tab I opened my bank account to see what other had. With a big grin sliding across my face, I got paid from both my part time job, and YouTube last night. And a big grin slid across my face as the idea popped into my head.

"Just have to convince the parents to let me go." I stood up as I bubbled with excitement.

My phone vibrated, unlocking it, it was just Evan asking if I wanted to play some Gmod with him, Mini Ladd, and Marcel. I quickly texted him back as I went back to my room, and flipped and pushed everything on. We ended up playing a death run map and a Scary Map. It was an hour in, when it just hits me.

"Shouldn't you guys be at Pax?" I asked as my character follows Evan's around the scary map.

"We aren't going until Cody decides to show his ugly mug." Marcel joked as he pushed me off the map.

I flipped him off through the screen. "I did nothing to you. Why do you push me off?"

"Because of your pickle ass!" Marcel shouted, which made me stare at my screen in surprise.

"Guys, guys, hey guys." Evan repeated as he ran into us.

We both turned to face him and shouted, "What!"

"There's a big monster staring at Mexi like he's a fucking burrito." Evan said calmly.

I looked behind me, and next thing I know I'm dead and I watch Marcel's body fly across the screen. And before I could say anything, Evan is throw in my direction. His hand glitched into my pickle's ass and of course Evan had to make it awkward.

"Hey Mexi, do you enjoy having my hand up your pickle?" Evan's voice got really deep and slow.

"Evan, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked calmly, not even going to acknowledge his seductive humor.

Craig had gone to bed after the third round of Death Run. And the other two were yawning, which caused me to yawn. It was now maybe one-thirty in the afternoon, and my parents' car pulled into the driveway. I looked around the room in boredom before finally saying anything.

"Hey, I'm gonna get going. I'll... uh talk to you all later." I told them before shutting all my recording equipment off.

"Alright, talk to ya later bud." Marcel said before leaving the Skype call.

"Yeah, same." Evan said as he left the game and Skype call.

I sighed heavily once more before turning my computer off completely and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, and dad was outside checking the mail. When I saw mom smiling, I knew that she liked the state the kitchen as well as the house was in.

"Okay, Logan what do you want?" She looks at me with a suspicious look in her eyes.

I held my hands up and tried to look her in the eyes, but lost that match. "Okay, fine you win. I want to go to Pax Prime this year, and I want to meet my friends. Well the ones going anyways. And I was wondering if you guys were okay with that?"

"Okay with what?" I hear the deep, familiar voice of my dad.

I turn around with a sheepish grin, "Go to Pax Prime."

He looked at me and then mom, and then back at me. "We'll talk about it later. In the meantime, I need your help with the car."

"Okay." I followed him outside, thinking that maybe if I do really good at following his instructions, I'll be able to go for sure."

As if he is a mind reader, my old man looked at me with stern eyes. "Now don't get to thinking that if you help me really well, will get you to go to this Pax thing."

A disappointed sigh escaped as I watched him pop the hood.

I knew mom was going to be easy to convince, but dad was stubborn. My family say I get that from my dad, and I honestly don't see it. The only time words were exchanged, was when we handed each other tools. And I know I'm an adult, and could do it myself with my parents permission, but I wanted them to be okay with the fact that I do YouTube and occasionally going to Pax or Vidcon, was a great way to meet people.

"Logan, as your father I think that this decision is up to you. I can't always make the decisions for you, son." Dad told me as he rubbed the back of his greasy hand across his forehead.

I looked down at the exposed engine, nodding. "You're right. Thanks dad."

"And no drinking either." He pointed a wrench at me.

"I know." I remember what Cody had told me about the time he got super wasted during his first trip to Pax. I wasn't about to let me get that drunk either.

Well that was easier to convince my dad, and now can I say the same for my mom? She is the boss, and I can't do anything about it. Hopefully mom will be in a good mood still.

"Logan!" Shit, she sounds pissed. Well there goes my chances of going.

When I walked into the house, and found my mom standing in front of the bottom bathroom with a big frown. She was not happy about something.


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