IDreamInDubstep….one-shot

Boyfriend: The brotato

Background: She was one of those straight A students, and many guys liked her. Girls even looked up to her. Her parents were never there for her so, her aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents were. She has a twin brother, but he moved to Montreal. Whenever she wished for her parents to be there, she cried alone locked in her room at night. So no one would know, and no one ever found out. When she graduated high-school she looked for her parents in the crowd. Let's just say she cried herself to sleep that night. The next day, she was in a car accident and was in the hospital. The last thing she remembered was blacking out, then seeing a flash of white. She thought she was dead, but was transported into Minecraft.

(Jordan's pov)

I woke up in a strange world, it's blocky, so I figured I'm in minecraft. I need to get started on a place to stay before the sun goes down. When I had everything set up, I had half a stack of torches and a small cobble stone house just for me. I fixed my glasses on my face when I heard a scream come from outside. I thought I was the only one here, but hey, the more the merrier.

I grabbed my sword and headed out of my small cabin and into the night.

"NO GET AWAY!"

I saw a figure in the distance running away from a huge group of zombies. He had a glasses and a checkered hoodie, I couldn't see his face though. After shooting down some zombies and running closer and finishing some off with my sword, I got a good look at the victim.

His brown hair was covering his face and he was panting like he ran 1000 miles after eating at a buffet.

"I'm….Tyler…you?" He collapsed onto the ground with a thud.

"I'm Jordan, and what in the name of Janet were you doing outside at night?!" My temper fumed, this idiot could have gotten killed if it weren't for me. But then again, what if he never played minecraft before.

"I just spawned, I didn't have enough time to have a place to stay. Do you have a place to stay?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind, if I stay for the night? I'll be gone by morning, I swear!" Tyler stood up and walked closer. I feel like I know him from somewhere but I can't put my finger on where I've seen him. I sighed, looks like I'm inviting the cute boy…wait …what? Did I just say cute? I just met the guy! What the heck?

"You can come over, it's small though." I whispered

"You ok?" Tyler took a step closer and basically stepped further into the light of the torch that I placed onto the ground. I could see that he had similar glasses to mine, and his eyes were just a shade or two darker than mine but mine were defiantly more hazel with some gold flecks of color if you look close enough.

"I'm fine, follow me." I motioned him to follow in case he didn't hear me.

We walked in silence until we were just a few blocks away from the small cabin now too small for the two of us. "So, you play minecraft?" Tyler asked, trying to strike up a conversation, clearly agitated from the silence. I don't get what's so bad about it, then again I guess I'm used to it.

"Yeah, I play…" I didn't want to talk, but he didn't get the clue.

"Oh cool! I play too. My YouTube channel goes by the Munching Brotato." He chuckled.

I've heard something similar to that, but I don't think this the same guy. "Sorry if it's small, I thought I was the only here, and I didn't think that anyone would come here let alone need me to save them."

Tyler blushed. "Hehe, yeah, that makes sense."

"You hungry? I mean I have to be a good hostess."

"Yeah, I think with all that running, my hunger bar is low." Tyler smiled.

We walked into my small cabin of a house, while I took out some cooked pork chop that I had made earlier. "You weren't kidding when you said it was small." Tyler looked around, even though there wasn't a lot to be seen.

"Well, like I said, I thought I was the only one here." I stared at my red converse as he ate the pork chop.

"Nice shirt." I snapped my head and took a look at my shirt. A simple black shirt with red stone flakes covering the surface.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged; I tucked my dark brown hair behind my ear.

"There's only one bed." Wow, this guy has great observation skills.

"I know. I thought about sleeping on the floor."

"I couldn't let you do that, this is your house."

"Yeah, but you were the one attacked by a horde of zombies, not me." I pointed a finger at him, and tried to end the argument but he wouldn't let it drop.

"We could share it.." He trailed off and started to blush himself. "It was just a suggestion…"

"Not a bad one either, but we just met and all..." I started to blush as well.

"Well, it's just that, I don't want you getting sick from the cold floor and I won't take up all of the room any way." What has this game done to me? I'm not a girly-girl, but he's right. I sighed.

"I hate to admit it, but you're right. Move."

"You don't have to be mean about it…" he scooted to the side. "By the way, how old are you?"

"20." I got into the bad next to him and, laid down.

"Same."

I yawned. "Goodnight, Tyler."

"Goodnight, Jordan." He kissed my forehead, and laid down next to me, with his arm around me.

I shrugged it off, it was just for this one night and he'll be gone in the morning. Nothing to it, besides he owes me. We're staying friends….right?