"Promise me you won't tell a soul." I pleaded in a whisper.
"So you did," Courtney says triumphantly
"No, I-I-I ugh, I did." I give up.
"Don't worry, I won't snitch." Courtney half hugs me.
I take a deep breath, "let me make sure that monster doesn't eat everything in my kitchen." I slip past Courtney
"Like he did you?" She whispers, I freeze, my face went red, I hear her chuckle.
I shake my head walking away I go back into the kitchen crossing my arms leaning against the wall watching him eat. How can he be such a child but so...so different around me? I mean, if he had a choice he'd probably eat nothing but candy and ice cream all day, yet, he's giving me such mixed feelings. I watch as his hair covers his face his body bent over the plate as he dogs down the food. He looks up to me chewing the food.
"What?" He asks his mouth full of pancakes.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, idiot!" I throw the rag close to me on the oven handle.
He opens his mouth again ready to say our little joke, I glare at him.
"No, don't you dare, not with them here." I say
"Okay, fine." He sighs.
"Zara, I gotta go, the guys are getting upset." Mari calls.
"Shayne just texted me, it's time to film." Courtney calls .
"Okay, bye guys." I shout as I hear the door close. I go and check to make sure they actually left. I see a car drive off, I feel arms wrap around me making my heart race. This guy really confuses the hell of me. His hands start to play with the strings of my sweat pants.
"Oh no, we've done it twice already, no more." I remove his hands from my waist. I turn to face him.
"You should go." I say
"But I want to stay with you." He says
"You have work to do." I say
"Yea, you." He says going down to kiss me.
"No Wes, actual work like Smosh Games." I remind.
"Well we recently initiated you for Smosh and Smosh Games, which proves my point so." He tries again, I put my hand on his face.
"No, go." I say in all seriousness.
"Fine." He groans. He left and for some reason I decided to do a personal video. I set up my camera and recorded a q&a.
"Hello my Ragebaes, yea yea, I know I've said it a thousand times, the word Bae isn't necessarily my favorite. But, y'know I want to refer to you guys to something other than quote fans, so it's a working process." I say shrugging, I stare into the lenses.
"Don't judge me!" I fight.
"Hey, hey! Who you think you talking to? Huh,huh?" I jump up getting close to the camera.
"Just kidding! Love you! Ragers," I sit there thinking. "Yea no." I say shaking my head.
"Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking, what the hell is the point of this video, well you may have read the title, if not. What the hell! Did you just click on a video with your eyes closed? Oh wait, never mind, that was offensive, I take it back. " I ramble.
"But yes, this is a Q and A, I know so original!" I giggle.
"Okay, so question number one." I scan through the questions.
"This is from rageonzara: what's it really like with Smosh? Well, rageonzara, I like your username for one, and for two they're great. Ian and Anthony are always busy but always sweet, like they're so humble it's crazy. Courtney, she's the best like she's just amazing. Olivia, man she's also really cool, we can go on for hours and hours talking about nonsense. Keith, he's crazy as hell, he is very precise and straightforward it's hilarious to see him scared or in pain. Noah, my god he doesn't eat shit! Like I don't even know how he's alive! When he does eat it's the weirdest shit ever, like it wouldn't even make sense, but he's cool, he's cool. Um Shayne, oh my god Shayne." I begin blushing, I really like Shayne. I rub my face to cover it up.
"Shayne is always up to something, like the other day, I saw him with the nerf guns scaring people with random shootings. I feel bad for him, because Mickey Mouse will not leave him alone! Looks like he wants Shayne back, ha ha ha I crack myself up. Okay so, now with Smosh Games, because I'm with both, Lasercorn, he comes off as insane in the videos, yea he's like 5% less crazy off camera. His baby is so damn adorable! Joven, horrible driver, blind, not the best gamer, but he's a good guy, we get along well. Flitz, ah Flitz, never stays still, even in his chair he's dancing. Well I can't blame him, I do the same thing so... But yea, I like dancing with him he's also cool. Speaking of Dancing Mari, she's so hilarious, and so fun to be around like, she's awesome. We had danced together a few times, or we'll just discuss childhoods. Also, one more dancer, sorta, Sohinki, he's so serious, but he really tries hard with video games, he's a fun guy. Wes is such a child, like what you see in the videos with his childishness is not a lie, he is a five year old. " I start blushing again, I'll just cut it out later.
"But yea, that pretty much wraps that up." I wave off.
"Next questionnnnn." I drag on scrolling through my phone.
" youtubeaddict says: why haven't you done a cover?"
"Well youtubeaddict, I haven't done a cover because I've been working on my segment with Smosh. But don't you worry, covers will be coming soon." I wink.
"Anyway, that all the time I have sorry people, I know it's short but I should get going, I've been feeling kinda ill." I sigh waving goodbye. I stare at for a while then I get up leaving. I wait before jumping at the camera.
"Bye!" I hiss before shutting off the camera.
I went on my couch and watched Netflix, I know so exciting.
I don't know what happened but I know I woke up and it was two a.m. Shrugging it off I drank tea and went back to bed. I woke up the next day getting dressed for work.
I wore a white tank with a big cross down the middle, my ripped leggings, boots and my red jacket. I put my green hair to my side, it's time to re-dye it again. I grabbed my phone, wallet, head phones and charger and went out the door. I drove myself to the office, today I'm working with Smosh. I walked into the Smosh office greeted by Shayne on Snapchat. I walk in and he doesn't look at me.
"Oh, who is that? Damn, who is that good looking?" He backs up near me, I know he doesn't mean me. He zooms in on a toy. He closes snapchat.
"Hey," he smiles.
"Hey Shayne." I smile.
"You do look good though." He says
"Thanks," I smile blushing looking down.
"Are you blushing?" He asks
"Yea." I scratched the back of my neck.
"Seriously?" He begins to snicker.
"I easily blush, Shayne." I walk past him.
"I know that now, Zara." He says I look down at my phone.
Next thing I know a dildo was thrown at me.
"Shayne!" I squeal.
"Got'cha!" I throw it back at him. He grabs it tossing it back at me.
"Mother fucker!" I say tossing it back, he throws it back at me.
"That's it, bitch." I jump to my feet getting a nerd gun. He puts his phone down, grabbing one himself.
"You're on." He arches a brow, I shoot once and he takes off running.
"Get back here!"I chase after him, he trips over something, I go against the wall laughing really hard.
"Not funny!" He groans.
"Fine, I'll help you." I gasp trying to contain laughter.
He shoots me once I get close to him.
"You ass!" I growl, he grabs my ankle making me trip.
"Shayne, I'm going to fall on you, Shayne- Shayne. Shay-!" Sure enough I land on top of him, I catch myself, just inches before I actually land on him.
"That was a close one." He says. I stare into his eyes, they're so blue.
"You're eyes are so blue." I gasp.
"Yours are so hazel." He says
"Woah, what is this?" Courtney stumbles upon us in the hall.
"He tripped, then tripped me." I scramble to my feet, Shayne gets himself up. I back away to my office, my face is bright red, I'm so embarrassed.
"What up people I got Shayne Topp here, this month he will be in the video with me. Well obviously he's right next to me, and it says in the title, hopefully, maybe. Anyway, Shayne, do you have any clue what we are doing?" I turn to him clapping my hands together.
"No I don't actually, you dragged me here and said you'd kill me if I didn't come with." He says
I glance at the camera, then viciously laugh," Oh Shayne, you and your jokes." I pat his back, "what did I tell you about telling them." I growl at him.
"So, grab a paper." I tell him, he holds up the paper on the table. On the paper it reads "Two truths and One Lie."
"So, we are playing two truths and a lie!" I say
"Wow, so new, so original." He tosses the paper to the side.
"Okay, so what we are going to do, is who ever gets it right the most, wins obviously, but the winner gets an punish-ward." He say
"Punish-ward? Is that a porn site?" He asks
"Maybe, I don't know, I call it that because you get a reward, but it's like a punishment. " I say
"Oh, so if you win you loose, what if you loose?" He asks
"You're good, so if you loose you win." I smirk.
"Totally, not tricky." He waves it off.
"Okay, so you start or me?" I ask him
"I'll start, um let me think." He hesitates, "okay got it, I'm an actor, engaged, and I was on a tv show." He lists
"The engagement is a lie." I say with no hesitation
"That was fast," he says astonished
"I'm a pro," I flip my hair hitting him in the face, "I'm a dancer and actor, I was broken up with the day I wanted to propose to someone, I can't sing for shit." I list
"Um, I know you dance and act... The lie has to be the proposal thingy." I says with full confidence. I shake my head, his eyes widen, I can see sympathy in his eyes.
"That...that's cold." He says
"I know, so one point to me, zero to Shayne." I say triumphantly
"Missed me?"
"No, I didn't." I bite back
"Aww, that hurt."
"Too bad." I roll my eyes as I edit a video.
"Come on, you've had to be thinking of me." I roll my eyes, " I've been trying to forget you Wes," I say. My phone buzzed and I got a text from Caspar Lee. I heard you're coming to England!
Smirking I pick it up to answer it.
"Who is that?"
"Nun-ya."
Hell yea, I wanna escape America for a while.
England is the best place to be! We got to film together!
Totally!
So when's your flight?
Tomorrow night.
"You're going to England?" Wes asks
"Why the fuck are you reading my texts?" I jump from the seat angered.
"You're going to England?" He asks again
"Yes, tomorrow night."
"Why?"
"Because I want to, is that so bad?"
"B-but."
"No Wes, I can go where I want when I want. Don't even start." I warn he shuts his mouth.
"Now will you excuse me, it's time for me to go home. I have some packing to do." I snatch my coat from the seat and left the office. Tonight, America. Tomorrow? England.