Author's Note:

Oh . . . My . . . Gumdrops!

It feels amazing to finally meet people who ship MattYourself as well!

The video attached to this chapter is the vlog from MattShea's channel when he went to PAX Prime. The video is called "Meeting My Friends!" ( if you're wondering), but I like to call it the "MattYourself Vlog" because of all the MattYourself moments! ( watch?v=Z6W8VGhcPWY )

And before I forget, I will be making a MattYourself One Shot Book sometime soon, so if you have any ideas for a one shot, please message me!

Without a further ado, sit back, munch on something sweet and let's read some MattYourself!


Chapter One: This Is Bullshit!

"Brandon, no, don't you dare - Brandon!"

BOOM!

A twenty-two year old Canadian gamer pouted childishly as his brown eyes scanned the text "Baby Wins!" on his computer monitor. Below the text were two white boxes with one having the words written in black "Quit To Menu" while the other had "Rematch!" on it. Underneath the "Rematch" box, the text "Votes: 0" was written in white. The Canadian's screen showed a game generated, burned infant with grey smoke rising up from the black body up into the air as the camera rotated around the baby. The dead child had a fork clutched in their right hand, and a small white diaper that hugged their lower region with lifeless eyes popped out in comparison to the dark skin color. Right above the baby's head, on the wall was an outlet whose plug-in holes formed a look similar to the reaction of shock or surprise.

One could only guess by looking at the gamer's screen that the infant had died of electrocution.

After the explosion, laughter erupted through the male's black headphones as he crossed his arms over his torso with his lower lip still stuck out as he waited for the laughter to cease.

Once it had calmed down and the laughing had turned into soft chuckling, the still pouting YouTuber spoke up.

"You suck, Brandon."

Brandon had erupted into a fit of loud laughter once again as his eyes closed while he threw his head back. He straightened his neck and opened his eyes before placing them onto the recording camera he had pointed on himself. "Yes, I do suck, Matt. I suck on your mamma's titties!" The twenty year old male proceeded the joke by making slurping sounds into his mic, his thumb and index finger placed up to his lips, pretending to pinch something which should not be named.

Matt chuckled with a roll of his eyes, no longer pouting about his loss at the one-on-one video game, "Who's Your Daddy?" where one player plays as a clueless father attempting to prevent the other player, who is the infant son, from trying to reach his own death. The game had become popular in recent times therefore resulting in the two friends to make a YouTube video about it together.

The slurping noises had stopped and Brandon's now serious voice had broke through the headphone's speakers. "Okay, I'm sick of this this game. I keep winning and its becoming boring."

Matt's eyes widened as a bright smile broke out onto his features. "What?! You only keep winning because you keep killing yourself the exact same way every time!" Naturally, this type of reaction resulted in Brandon to end up laughing again.

"So? You should have been able to stop me!"

"No, no, the way you did it prevents me from winning!"

"Nu-uh! Just admit it, Matt, you suck at this game."

Groaning in playful frustration, Matt threw his hands into the air, an ever so wide grin on his face as he leaned back into his chair. "No, fuck you, Brandon - MessYourself - whatever! This is bullshit! You keep cheating and doing the same stuff and - and its bullshit!"

MessYourself chuckled softly into his microphone, his hand coming up to fix his red and black hat that had begun to fall off during his laughing fit. "This is bullshit!" The British YouTuber mimicked in an obnoxious high pitched voice. "I'm MattShea and this is bullshit!"

MattShea laughed before returning the mock with one of his own. The male dropped the pitch of his voice to a lower one before speaking. "I'm MessYourself and I like to suck on the titties!" Matt then began to make sucking sounds similar to the ones Brandon had made earlier which had made the British man laugh softly. He had even went as for to do the action Brandon did.

"Exactly." A small chuckle slip past the younger male's lips. "But seriously Matt, I'm done with this game."

The noises came to a halt before a sigh flew past Matt's thin lips. He retracted his hand away from his face before resting it on top of his computer mouse. "Fine."

"Thank you." Brandon's lips curled into a smile as he exited out of the game and stopped his computer and camera recording, leaving the Skype program to be up and a photo of Matt's Skype logo of a cartoon version of himself in a wizard hat to appear along with several action buttons and the amount of time the Skype call has been going on for.

"No problem." Matt's words were engulfed by a yawn as he reached up with his hands clasped together at the fingers as stretched his arms over his head, his back slightly arched forward.

Once Matt stopped yawning and his arms and hands were back in their normal gaming spots on his desk (fingers relaxing over buttons of his keyboard), the older of the two noticed how quiet it had become around them. In fact, now that Matt thought about it, the entire Skype call between the two had been much less noisy in comparison to all the other times they had spoken to each other online. This confused the man because it was rare for them to be silent, especially in the presence of the other. There have been many times where the duo were interrupted by neighbors, family members, and friends telling them to "shut up" because they had been making too much sound which could no longer be bearable to anyone in close proximity of the young YouTubers.

Now that Matt was aware of how quiet it was, he parted his lips to ask the other if he had noticed the same silence until that is, he heard the Brit clear his throat.

"So Matt," The other began.

"Yeah Brandon?" The older of the two lips had curled up at the ends as his eyes stared at the British man's logo of a stitched up, red character. The Canadian male could never have figured out what exactly was that thing. He didn't quite think the man knew what it was either.

"Is that visit for me to come to Newfoundland still in motion?"

Matt's teeth showed through in a grin. "Of course, Brandon!" Already, Brandon could tell that his friend was very excited for the visit judging by the sound of his voice. "Ashley and I have the guest room ready and a busy schedule for the three of us full of things we have to do once you come!"

Ashley. . .

Brandon was not quite sure as to why his smile had faltered once he heard the name of his best friend's girlfriend - wait no, not girlfriend, his fiance.

Perhaps it was that that bugged Brandon. The fact that his best friend was getting married a year from now, while he, himself had never been in a relationship anywhere near marriage. Whatever the reason, all Brandon knew was that he was happy that the camera was off. He did not want Matt to see the look he had on his face, otherwise, he would ask questions that would result in lies to come from Brandon's mouth.

"That's great, Matt!" He faked his happy tone, and both he and Matt knew it by the way he sounded, but thankfully for Brandon, Matt didn't say anything about it. Matt always knew how to leave certain things untouched when it came to Brandon.

"So are you excited about the visit, Brandon?"

The younger male's small smile grew in size at the question. Of course he was excited, he has been waiting for this trip since they planned it two months ago. Brandon and Matt had been friends for a majority of their lives, but the last time they had really seen each other was when they were twelve before Matt's family decided to move away. Since then, the two had remained connected through various social media sites.

Other than that, there was Pax, but they never got to spend quality time with one another because of their other YouTube friends and fans. By this visit, they will finally be able to meet properly in real life. They would finally be reunited from the thousands of miles and years that kept them apart. In a matter of four days, Brandon would be able to hold his brother-like friend in his arms and get to really look at Matt's face, not behind a screen, but in the flesh. This time, Brandon will get to see the very inside of the house that belongs to his best friend, Matt, in less than four days from now and it won't be the same small house he used to enter when he was a kid.

The airplane rides left them with jet-lag, making everything they say and do feel and look half-assed. TomatoGaming, TheGamingLemon, BestAtNothing, oompaville, TheMadMax000 and all their other YouTube friends would be able to interrupt their time of proper bonding. It would just be Matt and himself, the two amigos! Of course, Ashley would be there, but she's a sweet girl. She'll leave them to their times alone with each other. She knew of their past friendship and knew full well of how much they needed this visit.

"Excited? More like ecstatic." The Brit chuckled after replying in a soft, lazy voice.

Brandon wasn't sure about how Matt felt about the visit, and Brandon didn't show much interest on what his friend's feelings were because he was too happy to care. The very idea of visiting Matt was too much for the younger male to bear, although in their current situation, he didn't seem to portray that intense emotion of excitement very well.

"It doesn't sound like it, Brandon."

"Ey!" Brandon exclaimed, grinning while his right hand came up to rub his left eye. "It is almost one in the morning here in London! I'm tired, you bloody shit!"

The Canadian YouTuber lifted his hands up in the form of a surrender (even though the other man could not see him) once he heard his friend's British accent flow through his headphones and into his ears. His blue eyebrows were raised up and his thin lips formed into a flat line before they parted so that a laugh could escape past them. "Calm your tits, Brandon, I forget about time zones!"

The younger male laughed before answering Matt's statement with a response thick with exhaustion. "It's fine, Matt. But I should really go to bed."

"Yeah, okay." Matt nodded at the red monster-like figure which symbolized as Brandon's YouTube logo, a small smile on his face. He didn't want to stop talking to Brandon, but he knew that it was late for the other male. People have their limits, and he knew that well. "Will I be able to speak to you tomorrow?"

Brandon yawned, his elbows and hands coming up to be parallel with his shoulders. He rotated his torso ninety degrees to the right and left a few times, hearing the bones in his back pop. He could have sighed in content of the feeling, but he was too busy yawning to do that. The Brit put his arms down at his sides while his mouth closed and his own lips met together tightly to form a thin line of pursed flesh that formed the margins of a mouth. With furrowed brows, the younger male thought over his day, humming softly to himself as Matt waited patiently on the other end of the call.

"I don't think so. Candy and Frankie are going to be here all day tomorrow for a family gaming video."

The twenty-two year old pouted at the computer monitor, tone of voice laced with disappointment. "Aw, so what about the day after that?"

The tired man nodded his head slowly in thought, lips pulling apart to let out a reply as his brown eyes flicked to the ceiling. "I think I'm available that day." He looked back at his computer screen, smiling slightly when he noticed that Matt's logo character had small blue lines that represented his eyebrows.

The older male broke out in a grin as he let out an excited "Hell yeah!" which resulted in the younger YouTuber to laugh tiredly.

"Wow Matt, do you really want to play with me that badly? Do you have no life or something?"

Matt laughed, his grin decreasing in size. "Fuck you, Brandon, I do have a life. an awesome one at that! And no, its just that . . ." The older male pursed his lips before smiling softly, his brown eyes fixed on the wide eyes of the stitched-up MessYourself logo. "I really like spending time with you, Brandon." It was that point in time after Matt had confessed about how he felt towards his interactions with Brandon, that Matt's tone was serious and no longer playful.

Bu-dum, Bu-dum, Bu-dum.

Unaware of his heartbeat speeding up a bit faster and the light pinkish hue that settled on his cheeks, Brandon smiled shyly behind his monitor. His eyes traveled away from Matt's logo and down to his keyboard where his fingertips were lightly grazing the buttons. "I, uh, I like spending time with you too, Matt."

Matt was his friend. Of course he would enjoy spending time with him. There was no point in lying about that. The British man could have joked about Matt being gay by saying something like that, but it was Matt's serious tone that made Brandon second guess his joke.

The lighter brown haired male smiled gently at Brandon's reply. "Thanks Brandon."

Silence soon engulfed the air between the two for several moments. The lack of sound was not uncomfortable, in fact, it was quite the contrary actually. If anything, it was peaceful and it allowed for Brandon's heart to calm down and for the heat on his cheeks to fade away. But then, that time of peace and silence was broken once Matt had coughed into his fist.

Was Matt coming down with something?

"You should probably go to bed, Brandon."

Brandon frowned a bit at the suggestion, but he couldn't help but agree with it. It was late and he was tired, and they both knew that Brandon was going to deal with a lot of things tomorrow since his sister were coming over to play video games. His older sister Franky could become really scary during those family game recordings.

"Yeah. Night, Matt."

"Goodnight, honey bunches~"

Bu-dum, Bu-dum, Bu-dum.

Matt's coo had resulted in Brandon to laugh, his heart to speed up again, and that pink hue to return and rest on top of his cheeks. This time, the Brit had to just call his friend gay, because the action he made was obviously nothing but that. Gay.

"Gay."

"Only for you, Brandon."

It was that unexpected response that caused Brandon's cheeks to flush a light red instead of pink, his heartbeat to speed up even more, and a soft smile to settle on his features while Matt looked smugly at his screen, a grin resting on his own pale face.

"Goodbye, Matthew." Brandon's tone of voice was firm, signaling to Matt - who was laughing at his use of his full name - that the conversation was over.

"Bye Brandon!"

After Brandon's hand, which laid on his mouse, moved the device over to "End Call" button on the Skype program, he left-clicked and the conversation between him and his buddy was truly over. The male retracted his hand away from the mouse and to his face, trying to rub away the slightly hot feeling that was still on his cheeks. He snorted, a grin ever so present on his facial features.

"Oh Matt, how you make me laugh and smile."


Author's Note:

This chapter is still short as heck. I am not satisfied, but it will have to do for now. I will come back to it later in the future.

Anyway, I hope you gumdrops enjoyed this chapter. I apologize for the wait.

Have a wonderful day/evening/night/morning and I remember to stay sweet and smile. Until next time, tootles!~