AN: thanks for all the views and reviews on the last chapter. The eponymous CS shows up in this chapter! Well, sort of. Unless otherwise denoted with an "AN:" all italics are inner thought. I hope you enjoy all the insight to the character. I feel it gives her a lot more depth than typical CS fanfic girls. Thanks for reading!

My place is on the fourth floor, which isn't bad at all, considering I can easily handle the stairs if the elevator is down. I just hope that doesn't happen often, but the building looks so nice and well taken care of, why would it? I finally get into my apartment, and gasp. It's so spacious! I knew what the layout would be, but it's kind of hard for me to translate dimensions into actual size in my head. I really didn't picture it to be this big. The living room is of a decent size, with a dining area right behind it, connected to a balcony. The kitchen is absolutely gorgeous and huge, and I am definitely going to be doing a lot of cooking in there. I love it already, and I haven't even seen all of it yet! I wander into the bedroom and find it pretty plain, but it's a nice size. Plus, it doesn't have huge windows, with nice blinds. I can keep it dark in here if I ever need to oversleep. The bathroom adjacent is tiny but functional, and the closet is pretty big, I can walk into it, and spread my arms out. Nice. Weird, I notice some kind of strange utility box in here; it's a white panel on the wall. I open it up and see a bunch of switches, buttons and plugs. I have no idea what those do, so I don't touch them. I'll just have to look up what they do on the website. There's one more room in the apartment, and it's a slightly smaller bedroom. I don't have any roommates, and I don't plan on getting any, so I guess I'll make it an office of sorts. I can put a desk and a bookshelf in here. Ooh, maybe I can even put an easel in there! But I'm thinking way ahead of myself. I need to get everything into the apartment before I can start thinking about decorating.

It's about 9ish right now, and I consider taking a nap, but seeing the apartment has gotten me so excited with ideas about how to decorate it, that I don't think I need sleep. I do, however need food. It feels like noon right now for me, and noon means lunch. My stomach growls in agreement. Luckily for me, I saw a Panera Bread, one of my favorite cafes, on the way here in the cab. It was only a block or two away. Panera Bread is perfect, because I can get my favorite sandwich, and have internet to watch CaptainSparklez's new survival video. I grab my keys and laptop bag, and head out my door. I take the elevator down to the lobby and pause. I wonder if there is one of those interactive touch screen maps they sometimes have in hotels. Maybe I could find Panera easier if there was. As I glance around the lobby, I notice someone coming in the lobby doors, and freeze.

Oh. My. God! Is that CaptainSparklez? The CaptainSparklez? Jordan Maron, the best, cutest, funniest, and most adorable Minecraft Youtuber around? There's no way. There's no way I ended up in the apartment Jordan lives in, but this guy is definitely coming into the building, with a paper bag and some sort of hot drink in a coffee cup. It can't be him. Is it him? I look closer at him. Medium brown, incredibly fluffy hair, check. Fairly short stature, appealing thick stubble, check. The only thing left to check are his eyes, he hasn't looked up from his phone yet. Wait, he glanced at the elevator! His eyes are so dark brown, they almost seem black. Check. Holy crap, it is him! I'm living in the same building as CaptainSparklez! I need to go say Hi!

Wait. No. What am I going to say? "Hi, I'm a huge fan of your videos, and I just moved into the same building as you?" Yeah, that doesn't sound stalkery at all, Carson. Maybe I could fail to mention I'm a huge fan of his? That would be considerably less stalkery, but how would I justify running across the lobby to say hi to him before he disappears into the elevator? By this point in time he's already crossed the lobby to go wait for the elevator, and I look away in fear that he'll turn around and see me staring at him from across the room. That would be super creepy. I pull out my phone and fiddle with it while trying to figure out what to do.

What about being outgoing, Carson? You said you would reinvent yourself. No one here knows you're a total dork, not even him. I mentally tell myself to shut up. I look back at him, and he's getting into the elevator. I look away before our eyes lock awkwardly or something. I wonder what floor he lives on? No, Carson, you're being stalkerish again. I sigh, and start to head out of the building. Maybe that's not Jordan Maron. Maybe it's just his doppelganger. His look alike. I mean, I haven't heard his voice yet. Yeah, it's probably just someone who looks a lot like him, right? I mean, what are the odds that I moved into the same building as my number one favorite Youtuber?

My thoughts carry me down the sidewalk, and I almost pass the Panera Bread. I'll have to be more careful daydreaming. I don't know this city at all, and I could definitely get lost easily. I make my way into the café, and, even though it feels like lunch to me, I have to order breakfast. After all, it's not even 10 yet. After I get my croissant and bagel, I find a comfy place to sit next to an outlet so I can charge my laptop. It's almost dead after the flight. Almost on autopilot, I begin to load up CaptainSparklez's new video, but then I remember that I MIGHT LIVE IN THE SAME BUILDING AS HIM. God, how am I so absent minded? I have to find some way to prove to myself that he doesn't (or possibly does) live in the same apartment building as me. I consider asking on Tumblr if anyone knows where he lives, but that's just creepy still. Plus, what if he checks his Tumblr tags? Unlikely yes, but if he sees that some random chick says she's living in the same building as him, then later meets a painfully shy, nerdy girl who is probably obviously trying not to fangirl at him, then he'll know I know who he is and I'll be a creep for life!

God, maybe I'm overthinking things. Maybe it isn't CaptainSparklez that I saw. I mean, part of me hopes he is because he is amazing, and part of me hopes he isn't, because then I won't have to worry about being a creep. I have to find out if it is him. But how?

Then I see in the related videos on the survival video I was loading up is the apartment tour he did for his 2 million subscriber special. That's it! I'm pretty sure all the apartments in the building have similar if not the same layouts. I can re-watch that tour and see if we do live in the same building! It's been forever since I've watched that particular video, and now, loading it up again, I'm very nervous. This video could determine whether or not I live in the same building with a guy I fangirl over almost every day. I still haven't figured out how to deal with meeting him. I want to meet him, but what could I say? I'm not the kind of person to walk up to people and introduce myself to them. But maybe you should be. Ugh.

Honestly, I have no idea what to say to him. Maybe we won't even have to meet each other. But that's creepy too, obsessing over this guy and never even talking to him even though you potentially live in close proximity to each other. It would be creepy, but he wouldn't have to know about it. Finally, I decide to just avoid him like the plague until I can think of something good to say to him. I want to know him. I mean, he's Jordan Freaking Maron, but I just feel like I'll totally eff up, or dork out. One of the two.

Finally, the video is all loaded, and I take a deep breath, and then hit play. Well, the entryway looks similar. Looks like the same tiling too. Oh, that looks a lot like my bedroom. And bathroom. And closet. Oh god. There's that weird panel in my closet, too! Can that be a coincidence? I hope so, and I hope not at the same time. After watching Jordan nerd out about that panel for a while, he finally walks into the living room and that seals the deal for me. It's the exact same. It's all the exact same. Unless there is a lazy building contractor running around LA, we live in the same building. Oh god.

I immediately hold in a fangirl squeal, and plaster a goofy smile on my face. I have the potential to meet Jordan Maron! And not in a fan meet up, where I'm sure he forgets almost every face he sees. I don't blame him, I probably would too. But that's where it has to be different. I can't be a fan to him. He has literally millions of those. No I'll have to be something different. I'll have to be his neighbor.