I was sitting in this waiting room for Mitch and Jerome to come out of some YouTube meeting.

It wasn't very fancy, or how you would expect a YouTube lobby to be, but it had a coffee machine, so I was happy.

I wasn't the only one in there though, a older woman was sitting on the other wall, and falling asleep. It had been at least twenty minutes. And I had my head phones in, but that didn't stop my ears from catching the soft at first, Then louder snores.

I wanted to laugh so hard. I don't know why. But I couldn't. It would be so rude. So I just sat there, reading some twitter replies on my profile.

I turned up my volume so I wouldn't be tempted, but about five minutes later, this woman awoke and said something.

To me?

Was it to me?!

Now, I didn't want to jump to the volume button and make it obvious that I didn't know if she had spoken to me or not. So I casually swiped my finger up my screen and turned the volume down, only to find her talking on the phone.

Do you know how awkward it is, an almost adult girl sitting alone, in total silence, with a middle aged woman. I do.

And I was beginning to want to text Mitch or Jerome to hurry up. What was taking so long anyways.

My butt hurt in these cheep, blue cushioned chairs. I mean, C'mon YouTube, do I need to make a charity for you?

With a heavy, but almost silent sigh because I didn't want to bring attention to myself, I opened texting and went to Jerome's number.

'Wondering where they've taken my friends. Police or F.B.I? ' I knew this would make him reply.

Note to everyone: funny texts makes a person feel obligated to reply.

'Neither, you're needed. Now'

I am about to text a question mark back when the desk attendant says "Liv Green, you're needed in room 3. Down the hall and to the left" So I stand, grab my things (Jacket. But a girl can wish she had more) and begin walking.p

I'm slightly happy to be out of the lobby with the awkward woman, but why am I needed in some YouTube meeting.

The door is metal. Why is the door metal.

It doesn't creak when I open it.

And the people inside aren't holding guns and knives.

Okay, I'm good.

"This is Liv" Mitch exclaims as some man in a navy blue suit stands and shakes my hand.

"Hi.." I state before looking accusingly at Jerome.

"I'm Mr. Gillian" the man smiles before waving to a seat next to where Mitch just sat.

"Nice to meet you" I smile, but trail off at the end of my sentence because I still don't know why I'm there.

"Mr. Hughes and Mr. Aceti here have told us you play games with them sometimes" Mr. Gillian takes his seat again, but clasps his hands together like those evil professors in the movies.

Mr. Hughes and Mr. Aceti uh? "I do? I mean, yes, I do. Occasionally" I quickly begin to stumble on my words as Mitch and Jerome Shake their heads to the wrong things I say.

"We propose you join their Team Crafted idea"

"I don't know how to playyy" Mitch is giving me the death glare. "Call of duty" I blurt instead of saying minecraft. It's true though, I've never played it. Everyone except my fiends look at me like I'm crazy.

"Right... We're talking about minecraft Ms. Green" Mr. Gillian interrupted the awkward, confusing silence.

"Yes- yep. I know how to play that" what am I doing.

"Would you like to sign the contract to officially be 'funded' by the YouTube company for this Team Crafted group?" The guy keeps interrupting my glares at Mitch and Jerome.

"Yes" I say between gritted teeth as they pass over a long piece of paper.

"We will leave you to do that" Mr. Gillian smiled before everyone but the thereof us left.

"You guys are idiots" I said, looking down at the first paragraph.

"Why? Think of the business we'll get" Mitch and Jerome were looking over my shoulder while Mitch spoke.

"Come on, girl gamers don't get popular, or famous. It's stupid. Look at Ashley" I decided to skip the long, long, reading and signed my name and wrote the date.

"Welcome to TC" Jerome grinned before folding it back up.

"We'll teach ya how to play" Mitch was grinning too. But I wasn't.

1. I don't know how to play.

2. I hate my voice on recording.

3. I hate people budging into my business.

4. I don't really like games. (I know, it's a wonder I'm friends with those two)

"Ready?" Mitch asked as we had just handed in the signed contract.

"Ready Mr. Hughes" I mimicked Mr. What's his face as we walked out the main door.

"Hey, hey" Mitch defended.

"It's buisness, Ms. Green" "Don't forget your jacket, Mr. Aceti" I joked as Jerome went back to get it from the coat closet. When he returned, we climbed into Jerome's car, of course, I always have to sit in the back.

Because Mitch and Jerome need their 'romance' to stay alive. And the only time I'm not in the way is in the car.

But I think it's just the fact that Mitch likes all the leg room.

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