Did you know if you look in the dictionary 'tomorrow-ish' is a synonym for 'a week later'?

True story.

Wait for someone who tells strangers about you.

"Hey, y'all! It's Alfred and I am most certainly not dead!" An obnoxious voice practically shouts to the camera. The dirty blond, just out of college, was excited to make another video for his YouTube page. "I know it's been awhile since I last posted something here." The boy looks meekly into the camera and mumbles something about school work and finals, "The last thing I posted was that stupid documentary for class. But, I am back and ready for business!"

"As you can see," Alfred continues, gesturing to the view behind him, a large window with a view of the city's skyline, cloudy with an oncoming storm, hidden only by thin curtains. "I am not in my old college dorm room. I, being a responsible adult, am renting a new apartment for me to live in!"

He looks extremely proud, downright giddy, at the announcement, "And." Al continues, lowering his voice to a secretive manner, "I'm not alone."

Alfred then makes a gesture to the other boy standing off-camera, who promptly shakes his head. Al can't help but smile, and stage-whisper, "That was your cue!"

"I don't want to be in your bloody videos." The distinctly English accent hisses at his flatmate.

Al pouts, "Its not like they don't know you already." He says, referring to his subscribers. "They kept asking for 'more Arty!'"

The Brit's face flushes, "H-how do they know me, per say?"

Alfred glances from the camera to the Brit, who still refuses to show his face, "Well, I talk about you. And I've shown them pictures and stuff. I mean, most of them follow my Insta and twitter, so they know who you are. I mean, they've known you for years now. This is just the first time they'll actually see a video of you awake."

Arthur looks like he's about to scream. Probably something along the lines of 'what do you mean awake?' But Alfred cut him off, holding up a finger.

"Just this one video, and then you don't have to be in any others. Promise."

Arthur shakes his head and stares doubtfully at his friend. Alfred puts on his best puppy dog face and eventually the Brit crosses the room and sits down next to Alfred on the couch, in front of the camera.

"Everybody, this is the infamous Arthur Kirkland: painter, poet, and roommate." Alfred says, his hands moving like crazy as always. When Arthur first met Alfred, it bothered him that the other boy couldn't talk without signing, but now Arthur finds himself distracted by those hands, watching them even if he doesn't know what the hand movements mean. "I was trying to find another word for roommate that started with a 'P', but all I could think of was partner."

Arthur nearly chokes on his spit. He cleared his throat awkwardly and mutters into his fist, "Well, they've seen me, so now I'm leaving."

As Arthur starts to stand up, Alfred quickly grabs the other boy's arm and pulls him back down. He smiles into the camera saying, "Not so fast." He gestures to the 'audience' saying, "They've only just met you. Let them get to know you first, before you start abandoning them."

"Don't make me sound selfish!" Arthur hisses, reluctantly shifting so he was facing the camera better. "What do they want to know?"

"I'm glad you asked!" Alfred winks and pulls out his phone, "Here's the questions they've asked me on twitter about you."

Arthur stares at the other boy as he starts to read off questions. One by one, he answers them to the best of his ability. Alfred ads his own bits of information, opinions, and stories as they go.

"Major?"

"Fine Arts and English."

"Where in the world would you visit?"

"I don't like traveling."

"You're just high-maintenance. How'd we meet?"

"I met Alfred through a good friend of mine."

"Yeah, so I was on the swim team freshman year of high school. This guy named Francis was on the team with me. He's Arty's age: a year older than me. Anyway, Matty and I didn't have a whole lot of friends at first. Shocking. I know. And so Francis was trying to, like, help us out a bit? And so he introduced me to this stick in the mud." While Al talks his hands are forming words of a whole different language, one that Arthur would never understand.

"We didn't actually become good friends until college when we got paired as roommates. I guess the college decided that we'd be together, since we went to the same high school." Arthur felt kind of odd talking to people that he'd never real see. They could be nonexistent for all he knows. But Alfred's a natural at it, and he's been making videos since he was in middle school.

Al reads one of the questions and laughs. Not a loud laugh, like he usually does. Or even a long laugh. Just a short huff of air with a whimsical smile.

"What?" Arthur leans close to the other to see the screen.

Al holds the phone against his chest, so the other can't see, while saying, "They're asking if you're single. From what I've shown them, they like what they see."

Arthur rolls his eyes and leans away. He practically glares at the camera as he says, "Oh, I'm far to busy dealing with this reject to worry about a relationship."

Alfred hums noncommittally while he searches for another question. "Sexuality?"

"I'm not answering that on the first video." If Arthur's proud that his voice didn't crack or waver in any way, you wouldn't be able to tell by his expression. He stares at Alfred who just nods and continues looking.

Without looking up form his phone, Al smiles and says, "Does that mean there'll be another video?"

Arthur rolls his eyes and takes a long sigh, "Well, considering that we live together, and you make videos all the bloody time... then yes. I suppose there will be."

Alfred's smile could light up the small room. He stares at Arthur, his twitter feed forgotten and says in a serious voice, "Arthur Kirkland... We've known each other for quite a while now... and I was wondering, well, hoping actually..."

"What the hell are you doing." Arthur didn't so much as ask a question, as he did point accuse the other of blasphemy.

Alfred continues, like he didn't hear the other speak, "Would you be my channel's co-star?"

Arthur gets up saying, "Oh my god. Oh my god."

Alfred falls on the couch, laying where the other boy just was, "Is that a yes?"

"I'm not making videos."

"Then I'll make them. You just have to sit there and look pretty."

Arthur grabs his coat off his bed and says, "I'm getting us lunch."

He hurries out the door so fast Alfred barley has enough time to call, "Is that a yes?"

After a moment, his gaze shifts to the blinking red light of the camera. With a smile he says to his audience, "That's totally a yes."