Inside YouTube-Minx-Chapter 1
April 4, 2013
The computer whirred to life as I sat myself in front of it. I felt great. Last month I bought a new mahogany desk with a luxurious leather chair. I even made myself a little nameplate that read: Minx, no surname. I felt so professional in my little YouTube cave, even though I was the only person who would ever see it who cared. When you don't really participate in the crap that is Facecam, you miss out on a lot of things that you wish you could have done. I don't regret not having to think about mobs or being terrified for my safety, but I do regret not being able to go to conventions or do panels. If I did a panel everyone who cared would know who I was by the sound of my voice as soon as I opened my mouth. I do try to at least let my viewers in a little, a little vlog here and there, but it's not the same. I shouldn't be complaining though, I make money by playing freaking video games! Who else can say that, besides all the other YouTubers obviously?
I focused in on my computer as the Dell Pc powered itself up, I got it recently and it worked really well for how I make videos. I pushed my microphone to the side and slid up to the desk to upload a new video. There in front of me was my hard work, seven videos, ready to be uploaded. Today was going to be fun, which was why I had a backlog of videos so that I didn't need to work at all today, besides uploading of course. I stared at the seven videos in front of me, deciding what I wanted to upload. I had a few prop hunt and other Gmod related sessions, a few Jazzpunk videos, and one single One Last Chance video. Man that game messed me up. It was one of those apocalyptic games where everyone is about to die, big deal. But in this one you have to race to save your daughter. I wanted to stop thinking about how shocked I was when I played it.
I quickly uploaded the first two of the Gmod prop hunts I had ready. I smiled as they began rendering. I was ready for a weekend of no work and all play, with her. If you're wondering who she is, that's my girlfriend and the love of my life, Liz. Today was our two month anniversary exactly and she thought I had to work today, but I planned to surprise her. I knew that she would probably just be lounging about at home, with nothing to do, probably online shopping for some new clothes. I smiled to myself as I thought of Liz. My little English rose, as I called her. She lived up to her name, with honey blonde hair and cool jade eyes, complimenting her ivory skin, everyone loved her. I, with my brown hair and brown eyes, didn't really live up to her beauty. Sometimes, I even wondered why she liked me. Those were dark times; times I didn't need to think about.
I jumped up from my chair and walked up the stairs to my room, throwing open the closet door. I was fine wearing jeans and a T-shirt but I needed more appropriate shoes then the bunny slippers I was wearing at the moment. I grabbed a pair of black toms and a black sweater as I thought about the impending walk ahead of me. Even though we were a couple, Liz lived a few blocks away from me, instead of with me. Her parents were ones to unexpectedly drop in, the prying kind of parents, and they didn't approve of her dating girls. You would think a twenty five year old woman would stand up to her parents once in a while, but Liz didn't. Thus we were stuck in the situation of one of us having to find some way to get to the others house.
I walked out of the house and locked the door, smiling at how delighted Liz would be at my surprise visit. I turned to see my front garden, the flowers blooming in the spring weather. I made sure that even though my house wasn't the cleanest, I always tended to my garden. Wow, way to get your priorities straight Minx. I looked inside my sweaters few pockets to make sure I had everything. Keys, identification, phone, wallet. Done.
I opened my wallet to make sure all my cards were with me when suddenly a picture fell out onto the soft dewy grass. I quickly snatched the picture up and brushed it off with my sleeve, smiling as I looked at the image. I had this picture on my desk, on my mantle; it was even the background of my phone. The picture was of me and Liz hugging each other and smiling. Her bright blonde hair was blowing in the wind as we both smiled in delight. I sighed. Liz really was beautiful. I started to walk while staring at the picture and ran face-first into my front gate, falling with a few profanities being shouted by me. God, I was such an idiot. But I was still clutching the picture for dear life. Sighing yet again, I walked down the road, glancing at the picture as I hastily shoved it back in my wallet, and remembering the day when Liz and I first met.
Two Months Ago
"Ugh, come on Dlive, do I really have to be here?" I was awkwardly shifting through the crowd with Dlive, who was here on holiday for a few days. As my best friend he knew that was his duty. Dlive pushed past two dancing girls in low cut tops, dragging me along with him as I mumbled apologies with my head down. We finally came to an open space and I awkwardly stood beside Dlive, already uncomfortable.
Dlive grabbed me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes. "Minx as your best friend I have to do this. You need to get out, meet people, and not be in that little cave all day long. You know what that does to you. I'm going to leave you alone for a few minutes while I go grab us something. Just try and have fun." I nodded as Dlive brushed past me in the opposite direction. I was already beginning to shake, my head beginning to pound. The lights were too much, the music too loud, I felt like I was going to pass out. I sat against the wall and breathed heavily. "Minx, you can do this, you can do this. You need to make some new friends in real life." I whispered this little Mantra to myself as I stood against the wall for a few minutes. Suddenly I heard my name being called and turned to the side. Dlive was across an amazing amount of people and was beckoning me over urgently.
I nodded and quietly pushed through the crowd of dancing bodies. Suddenly I was shoved to the side. I stumbled and ran into someone else, mumbling an apology. I looked up to see my attacker. It was an auburn haired girl with tan skin. She cruelly smiled at me. "Out of our way." She and her brunette friend started to shove past me when I heard a call of 'hey'." I turned to see a gorgeous blonde girl wearing a tight black dress hastily walking this way. She shoved aside her friends. "Chloe, Sutton, stop being so mean to her. How could you do anything to a girl this hot?" I blushed furiously. Hot? Me? Her friends- Chloe and Sutton- had twin grimaces as the girl turned her charming electric watt smile on me. "Hi, I'm Liz. My friends were just about to apologize." Chloe and Sutton mumbled what I thought were apologies and slunk away, leaving me with this odd girl.
How could someone that pretty be that nice? She smiled and grabbed my hand, flirtatiously flipping her hair. "Come on! Let's dance!" I was dragged away from my destination as the girl started dancing next to me, trying to prod me to start dancing with her. "Come on mystery girl! Dance like nobodies watching! Feel the music!" After her prodding me I started dancing, forgetting my anxiety, as we danced the night away.
After what seemed like hours she grabbed my hand again and dragged me outside of the crowded club, in the alley behind. Oh god was she going to mug me? I flinched as she came close to me, afraid for my money and my life, but she just whispered in my ear. "So mystery girl, what's your name?" I looked up at her. "Minx, its Minx." Liz smiled. "Minx, I like it, cute. Suddenly her lips were on mine and she was slipping something into my hand and walking away. Needless to say, it was her phone number. She walked away, waving her fingers behind her.
I blushed. Was I about to get a girlfriend? I walked back inside the club, looking for this mystery girl, only to see Dlive running towards me. "Minx! I looked everywhere for you! Where were you?" I showed him the number and I suppose it was just written on my face. Dlive smiled. "So what was she like?" I smiled as I thought of her, Liz, and shrugged. "Amazing, positively amazing."
April 4 2013
I walked into Liz's neighborhood as I finished reminiscing. That night was by far the greatest one I'd ever experienced. Liz was so carefree, but so graceful. Though her friends Chloe and Sutton had never stopped hating me. They just frowned or made snarky comments whenever I was around. To put it simply, Liz was part of the group of women who always looked perfect and lived to make others feel like they weren't. Liz could be like that too, she called it keeping up appearances, I called it fake. They especially picked on me because of my purple streak in my hair. When Liz wasn't around Sutton always managed to tell me how "wannabe emo" I looked.
I tried not to let it get to me but a girl can only take so much criticism. I hadn't told Liz or her friends about my clinical depression that I had since I was a teenager. I guess they just didn't understand that words sometimes tear people down. My only comfort was that every time they tore me down I had Liz to build me up. I snapped out of my depressing thoughts. I need to get it together! I needed to be that interesting exciting girlfriend for Liz. Her neighborhood was pretty big, but gorgeous. All of the houses were surrounded by flowers, with porcelain looking features and flawless bricks. Cornwall did have gorgeous neighborhoods. I was coming to Liz's house when I noticed that her door was wide open. I panicked. Did something happen to her? Was she being robbed? What was going on? I quietly walked in and shut the door. It slid closed with a creak. I looked around curiously. Her front room and kitchen seemed undisturbed.
I looked at the couch and saw Liz's signature pink handbag. One that was too expensive for me to ever own. I wasn't allowed to touch it, given how clumsy I was with food and drinks and everything actually. I knew she must be home, she never went anywhere without the thing. I walked up to it and looked around, then poked the bag. Ha, rebel. As I walked forward suddenly I heard quiet voices and laughter coming from the kitchen. Liz must be with her friends. I grimaced at the thought of interacting with either of the minions. I walked towards the kitchen, and whipped around the corner. What I saw then shattered me, and tore me down beyond repair.
