AN: Thank you guys so much for all the kind reviews. I'm glad you guys like it so much. Anyway, these chapters have finally caught up to me. You see, I've had these first four chapters written for a while, and have just been releasing them each day. I'm working on the fifth chapter right now, but I've had the story planned out until that point for a while. Now I'm not exactly sure what to write. I have different ideas for some different cute awkward events, but I'm having trouble figuring out how to connect them. Anyone with ideas is free to PM me! Therefore, the next chapters will be updated more slowly than these first four were. So, more cuteness! Enjoy!

I laugh at one of the jokes Jordan just told about his friends Mark and Nick. We are sitting on the floor in my living room attempting to put together my couch from Ikea. He's a lot better at this than me. I'm basically just holding things in place for him and handing him tools. He's such a manly man. Anyway, we've already moved all my stuff up from the storage area, successfully avoiding an extra fee, which is awesome. After the first few times going back and forth between my apartment and the basement, the awkwardness stopped, and we fell into some easy conversation. I told him about North Carolina (he was quite surprised that I've moved such a long way just for school) and he's told me all about his friends and favorite video games. Surprisingly enough, he still hasn't mentioned the fact that he's a major internet celebrity. Maybe he just wants a relationship that doesn't have anything to do with his Youtube career? I'm really glad I decided to keep from him that I'm a huge fan of his. But, now I feel like, if he does decide to bring it up, I'd be able to react appropriately. With shock and awe, of course, but I wouldn't lay it on too thick. That would be weird.

I'm also slightly surprised that he hasn't left yet. Not that I don't absolutely love his company, but as soon as we lugged the last Ikea furniture up to my place (a boxed desk for my office) he set straight away to building it, not even mentioning that, according to his offer much earlier in the day, that he would be done with me. I'm not complaining. By this point we have a desk and bookshelf built, and we are working on the couch for the living room now. It's a nice, tasteful, black and cream color. I think it will look nice in here.

"So, then, Nick punched Mark off the platform, and he died in the pit of creepers. We never got the stuff back, and we had to start the map over. It was hilarious." Jordan says, waving his allen wrench around for emphasis.

I laugh and reply "I'm sure it was! But weren't you mad at Nick?"

"Nah, he does that kind of shit all the time. Me and Mark have just learned to take it all in stride." He chuckle-sighs and tightens one last nut on the bottom of the couch. I stand up and help him flip the couch over. We move it to the place I want it, and we stand back to look at it. It looks amazing, I love it! I turn around and give Jordan a high five, laughing, then immediately fling myself onto the couch.

"Oh, my god, this couch is amazing…" I stretch out, sigh, and then sit up. Jordan's still standing in the middle of the room, smirking at me. "Stop smirking and sit on it, dang it!" I say, gesturing for him to come sit next to me. He walks over and plops down on the couch, and smiles.

"Wow, this is comfy."

"Yeah… Man, I could fall asleep right here. What time is it?"

Jordan looks at his phone. "It's 7:16."

I sit up straight. "Oh my god, already? I'm starving… Hey, let me buy you dinner, as thanks for helping me move and build everything." I put my hand on his shoulder and smile at him, really trying to get thanks to drive itself home. I really honestly would not have been able to do any of this without him.

"Oh, well, you don't have to do that, it was no problem."

I keep my hand on his shoulder, and try for my very best puppy dog face. "Please let me buy you dinner. It's the least I can do." More puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, fine. I guess I can't turn down a free meal."

"Yay!" I jump up off the couch, and immediately go looking for my wallet. "You know, it's not really a free meal. You certainly worked for it." I say, gesturing around my apartment.

He gets up and follows me into the kitchen, leaning on the bar. "Yeah, I know, but I had fun doing it. Anything for a new neighbor." He winks at me. Again!

I smile and lean on the bar as well. "I had fun too…" I pause and fidget with my wallet. "Do you, uh, do you get a lot of new neighbors?" Maybe this is just something he does for everyone he meets that needs helping moving stuff. Maybe I'm not something different to him.

"No, not really. I especially don't get new neighbors that try to plow me down with an armload of boxes." He says, punching me playfully on the arm. I laugh and rub my arm in mock pain.

"Hey, I said I was sorry about that. Besides, plowing into you was what got me all this awesome help! I really couldn't have gotten any of this done by now if it weren't for you. Thanks, Jordan." I say, smiling sweetly at him.

He smiles back. "Like I said, it was no problem. So, what are we going to eat?"

"Uh, do you know of any good take out places around here? I don't feel like going out anywhere."

"Carson, I'm a single guy living by myself, of course I know good takeout places!" I laugh at his joke, but I can't believe I hadn't asked him if he was single yet! I just assumed. Well, it's better to know later than never, right?

We agree on Chinese food, and Jordan gives me the number to his favorite Chinese place. I get sweet and sour pork with fried dumplings. Jordan gets chicken lo mein with eggrolls. We hang out in the kitchen while we wait for the food, and talk more about Jordan's video game adventures with his friends. He even mentions Adams a few times, which I'm sure would have elicited a "Hey, by the way, me and Adam are super famous on the internet" but he never said anything like that. He even invites me to play Minecraft with them, and he says he would teach me how to be good at PVP, yeah, good luck at that. Any time someone attacks me in Minecraft, I just start freaking out and swinging randomly in all directions. I'm horrible at it!

Jordan says that he could get me on his and his friend's server tomorrow night, and we could all play together. I'm slightly worried that Mark or Nick will mention being Youtube celebrities, but, like I said, I'll be prepared for it. But seriously, I can't wait to hang out with them on their server! I don't think that anyone has ever gotten on their server except for the three of them, and maybe Adam. I'm going where no fangirl has ever gone before!

Okay, that sounded really creepy. Honestly, I'm Jordan's friend now. At least, I'm pretty sure I am. We hung out all day, and I have an exclusive invitation to his private server. Yeah, I'm definitely his friend. I can't be a fangirl anymore. Well, maybe a little, as long as no one else knows.

Anyway, we continue talking about the newest versions of Minecraft, and the things we like about it when the Chinese food finally arrives. I race Jordan to the door, because he wants to get there first and pay, but I manage to beat him. Sticking my tongue out at him, I pay the delivery guy, and take the food into the kitchen and sit down at the bar to start eating. This food is delicious! Jordan was right; this is a great Chinese restaurant. Our conversation carries easily throughout the meal, but when we finish, I lean back and yawn.

"Tired?" Jordan asks.

"Yeah, I am. Being a part of the 'Moving and Furniture Building Club' is exhausting" I say, giggling.

"Hey!" He says, waving his fork at me. "The first rule of 'Moving and Furniture Building Club' is you don't talk about 'Moving and Furniture Building Club'!"

I laugh and say, "I freaking love that movie!"

"What, Fight Club?"

"Yeah, it's like, the best movie ever."

"Hm, ya know, I've never seen it." Jordan says, lying his fork back down on his plate.

WHAT. This is unacceptable. "You're kidding, right? Everyone's seen Fight Club. I mean, it's only the greatest movie on the whole freaking planet." I say, leaning forward, my eyebrows raised in outrage.

Jordan rubs the back of his neck, looking slightly embarrassed. "Well, uh, no, I've never seen it. I've kind of wanted to, but I never got the chance…"

"Well, it's settled then." I say, sitting up straight. "You have to see it. It's a rite of passage, you know."

"Okay, but, I'm not sure how-" He says, but I jump up and dash into my office, where all of the boxes with my electronics and such are currently residing before they are all sorted and put up. I find the box with all my dvds, and rummage until I find my cherished Fight Club dvd. Grinning like a mad man, I run back into the kitchen, and hold my movie aloft proudly.

"You see? I have the movie! We can watch it right now…" I say, but I turn around toward the living room, and remember that I don't have a TV. Or a dvd player. Wow, I'm dumb. "Oh. Oh, okay. I don't have a tv. Well, uh, sorry. I don't think it would be that much fun to watch it on my laptop…" I say sadly, setting the movie down on the kitchen counter. Jordan picks it up.

"Well, I've got a tv. We can watch it in my apartment if you'd like." He says, smiling at me. Oh my god, in his apartment? I try really hard not to "squee" and manage to succeed.

"Oh my god, yay! That would be awesome, thank you! You are going to love this movie so much!" I pause. "Wait, you don't know the twist ending, right?"

"Uh… no?"

"Yeah, you are going to love this movie!" I almost literally jump for joy, and shove the case into his hands again. "Okay, you go get the movie ready, I'll be over in a sec. I've got to call my mom and let her know I've moved in okay."

Jordan gets up from his seat and laughs at the sight of me practically buzzing in place. "Wow, you're excited, aren't you?"

"Fight Club is an amazing movie, but it's not every day that you get to share the experience of seeing it for the first time with someone. So yeah, I'm excited, and you should be too!"

"Alright, alright. I'll go get the movie ready, see you in a bit." He says, leaving my apartment. I smile and run to my bedroom. I want to put on pajamas, but that might seem a little bit… sleazy. I decide to put on a pair of pink yoga pants and a gray tank top, though. It's super comfortable, but can still pass for normal clothes though. I brush my teeth to get the taste of Chinese out of my mouth, and go back into the kitchen to clean up the plates. I pull out my phone to call my mom, and then it hits me.

Oh my god. I'm going to be watching a movie with Jordan, in his apartment, alone, in the dark. Holy crap, already? I just met him today, but we did become fast friends. Yeah, just friends. I'm sure nothing funny will happen, right? Certainly not; we're just going to watch a movie. No cuddling or anything. Just. Friends.

Still, I can't help but feel super nervous. My stomach is in knots, and my heart is beating fast. But, I can't keep the man waiting. I have to get over there soon. I finish putting everything away, and call my mom.

"Hello…?" My mom says, she sounds tired. Oh crap, I forgot the time difference. They'd be asleep by now. Damn, I'm tired too. It's probably 11 or so there.

"Hey mommy. Sorry I woke you up, I forgot about the time difference."

"Oh, baby! It's fine, I wanted to hear from you. How are you? Did you get moved in okay? How do you like LA? Did everything go okay?" Well, she sounds awake now. Of course I immediately get hit with a barrage of questions. My mom is just like that. I can tell she's worried about me, and misses me, so she wants to know everything I've done. I tell her briefly about my day, and when I tell her about how I got a guy to help me move she's immediately interested.

"Ooh, a boy? Is he cute? Do you like him?" Ugh.

"Mom! I just met him, and he offered to help me move my stuff. We're just friends."

"Well, that was awfully nice of him. Just friends, huh? Well, you'll have to keep me updated on that; it sounds like you want it to be something more." God, my mom can read me like a book sometimes.

"Haha, okay mom, I will. I've got to go put away clothes now," I lie, but I don't feel like getting some sort of questioning if I say I'm going to watch a movie with Jordan. "Tell everyone I miss them. Love you, talk to you later mommy."

"I love you too sweetie, be safe."

"I will, bye." I hang up the phone, and head to the door. Okay, Carson. Just stay calm. Be cool, and don't fucking throw yourself at him. It's just a movie. Keep a friendly distance. Oh, god, I'm so nervous. I take a deep breath, and cross the hallway and stop in front of Jordan's door. 402. Should I knock? It would be polite. I knock twice, and stand back, clasping my hands in front of me. After a few seconds Jordan opens the door and smiles at me. It looks like he's changed too. He was wearing a black t shirt and khakis, but now he's wearing a white shirt and basketball shorts. It looks comfortable. He stands back and holds an arm out, gesturing for me to come in.

"Welcome to casa del Jordan." He says, laughing a bit. "It's not much, but, ya know, lazy."

I laugh at his reference to my joke earlier in the day. "Why thank you," I say, stepping into his apartment. Wow, it's so… white. It seems like everything in here is white. The only thing with any color in the whole place is the kitchen with its dark cabinets and granite countertop.

"Wow, very… White." I say, reiterating my thoughts aloud.

"Haha, yeah. It's pretty colorless, but I like it. It's kind of calming." Jordan says, sitting down on the pristinely white couch. He pats the place next to him, and I sit where he indicates. I can see that the movie is already put in and is on the menu screen. I cross my legs and lean forward, getting comfortable. Don't lean on Jordan.

"Are you ready to watch Fight Club?" He asks, waving the remote at me. I snatch it from him, and try to locate the play button.

"I sure as hell am, but are you?" I ask, waving the remote in a similar fashion.

"I am, but with all this fuss you're making about it, it better be amazing."

"Oh, trust me. It will be the best movie you've ever seen. Some time I'll have to make you read the book."

"There's a book?" Jordan asks, cocking his head at me. I just face palm. He laughs.

"Ooh, can we turn the lights off? This is the kind of movie that requires all your focus."

"Uh, sure." Jordan gets up, and turns off the lights. He comes back to the couch and sits down next to me, taking the remote back, and I realize that sitting together in the dark is going to be a lot like the first awkward elevator ride we had together.

I'm really acutely aware of his presence right next to me. He hits play, and the movie starts. I turn to him and smile excitedly, hoping to alleviate some of the awkwardness. He smiles easily back, then looks toward the movie once again. Huh, maybe I'm the only one feeling the awkwardness this time. Maybe he really is focusing on the movie, and isn't paying me any attention. That's fine, I really do want him to like Fight Club, but I feel like I won't be giving it my full attention tonight. I can feel Jordan shift, and he puts his arm on the back of the couch right behind me. Yup, I definitely won't be paying this movie my full attention now. I blush in the darkness, and am thankful that he can't see it.

A few minutes into the movie, I feel confident enough to stop leaning forward, and I lean back against the couch. The back of my neck touches Jordan's arm, but he doesn't move it or flinch away or anything. I take that as a comforting sign, and stay in that position. We watch the first half hour of the movie pretty silently, with the occasional laugh or gasp. Jordan would sometimes ask "Who was that?" or "What is he going to do?" But I would always just reply with a "Just keep watching…" and a sly smile.

I'm interested in the movie, like I always am, but it's late. Well, it's not really late here, but it's late back in North Carolina, and that is where my circadian rhythm still lies. I yawn quite a few times, but Jordan says nothing. Eventually I get too tired to hold my head up, so I slouch a bit so I can lean my head fully against his arm, and still see the movie. Jordan still doesn't flinch or move, so I'm assuming he's cool with it. I glance at him, and he is still enthralled in the movie. I hope he likes it, but it's hard for me to pay attention anymore. My eyes start to close involuntarily, and I have to force myself to keep them open. We get to a quiet and not so shouty part of the movie, and I just can't do it, I can't keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is a slight shift in my position, and my head and arms being very, comfortably warm.