Evan was in the coffee shop on a cold day in January, just like he was on every Sunday morning. He had a schedule: he brought his laptop, and headphones around 9:30, got a coffee, and edited videos until around 10:30. The other seats were always taken, but people there were used to his constant presence. They always left the two-chair table he sat at open.

Around 9:45 man with short black hair and blue eyes entered the shop with his laptop. It wasn't uncommon for people to bring their PCs to the shop and work on whatever they needed to. He bought a coffee and donut and looked around the room. No tables were unoccupied, and the man stood there looking a bit lost. Evan noticed and felt bad, so he waved him over.

"You can sit here, if you want," he offered. He nodded in gratitude and sat, opening his computer and plugging in his earbuds. The two continued to work in silence.

This became a new addition to Evan's routine. Every Sunday morning at about 9:45, the man would arrive and sit across from Evan. They stayed this way until 10:30, when Evan left the shop. He didn't know when the other man left; he was still there when Evan stood to leave.

One day, a month after this new development, Evan was a bit late, and arrived at 9:50. But he was still there; silently sitting across from Evan's seat. Evan was finally able to get a look at what the man was working on, and was surprised when he saw editing software and what looked like a video game.

'A YouTuber?' Evan wondered, and sat where he always did, not saying anything.

The next Sunday, he decided to talk to him.

"So, the other day I saw you editing a video," he started while the man opened his laptop. "Yeah, I'm a YouTuber. I record gaming videos." His voice was deep, but recognizable. Evan couldn't place it. "That's funny, I am too." "Really? We should get together some time and record, since we've been sitting across from each other for almost a month and a half now," he chuckled.

"I'm Evan," he offered. "Jonathan," said the other man, and they shook hands.

"So, what's your gamertag?" Jonathan asked. Evan smirked and said, "VanossGaming." Jonathan's eyes went wide, and he whispered, "Holy shit?" "What? What's wrong?" Evan asked, afraid he'd screwed up somewhere.

"I, uh, I need to go," he stuttered and closed the lid of his laptop, packed up, then walked outside. Evan looked around at the people in the shop. A few customers and workers were watching, and gestured for him to follow. So Evan stood, put away his laptop, and rushed out after him.

There was fresh snow on the ground when he stepped out, and his boots made a soft crunching noise. Luckily, he spotted the other man's prints and followed after him, catching up easily.

"What's wrong?" he asked when they were walking at the same pace. Jonathan had apparently ran, and then slowed to a walk. "I just..." he sighed. "I just wish we hadn't met on accident. I wanted to meet you on our terms, not at a fucking coffee shop." Evan furrowed his eyebrows. "Why? Do we know each other on YouTube?" He nodded. "...Do we record together?" He nodded again, and that's when his voice clicked.

"Delirious?" he whispered. "Yeah," Jonathan murmured. "It's me."

He looked up, and into Evan's eyes, and Evan felt the world stop moving. Everything seemed to freeze. He hadn't noticed before how stunning he was, and the smaller details. Tiny black studs, a tattoo of a dragon on his neck, a few scattered freckles. "Holy shit, you're pretty. Why are you so pretty?" Jon laughed softly. "I dunno. I'm just a person." "Hell no," Evan said. "You're my best friend. You're Delirious."

Then they wrapped their arms around each other in a hug that was years overdue, and they felt like a hole in their hearts that they hadn't really recognized was finally filled, and they were really together.

Eventually they broke apart, and laughed awkwardly. "So, how long have you been in Canada?" Evan asked. Jon scratched the back of his neck and said, "Not long. About two months ago, a few weeks before I showed up in the coffee shop. I figured I'd show up in your doorway and surprise you or something, and then I grew to like it, and so I kind of live here now."

"...Do you want to come to my place?"

Jon laughed, and Evan smiled. He could finally hear that crazy, maniacal laugh in person. "What, not even gonna buy me a drink first?" He smiled and put an arm around Evan, and they felt their hearts lighten. "Yeah, sure."

So they went to Evan's home, and they talked about everything they never discussed over Skype, or text, or phone call, because it was never personal enough. They shared a hot chocolate and discussed their personal lives and everything they felt like talking about.

A few weeks later, Evan asked if Jon wanted to move in. Jon agreed, and they started living in the same house. Recordings still worked out, since they both stayed in their rooms. Luke was a bit sad that he didn't get to visit as often, but he was glad knowing Jon was happy.

They went to the coffee shop together now, and sat in a booth side by side, and the regulars were pleased to see them getting along, even if they didn't know them.

And they never wanted to leave each other again.

A/N: Okay, OWP 2 complete! Yeah, they didn't kiss, but it was still cute and fluffy so I qualify it as acceptable for this book.

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