"Make good choices!" I call after her jokingly. She turns back and sticks her tongue out at me before continuing on her way. Belle and I decided to split up and explore during the morning, then meet up for lunch and stick together for the afternoon. I pull up the hood on my endearment hoodie, hoping no fans will recognize me. It would be kinda awkward if a fan wanted, like, an autograph or something and only one of us was there to sign. We're not really big enough to get our own booth or anything like that, but we're cruising in on 500k now, thanks to Mitch.

I still can't believe he subbed to us. I mean, it's only been like two days, but that's equivalent to forever on the internet. We're just a couple of small-town girls playing video games; he's a superfamous member of the Youtube gaming community. That's pretty frick-frackin' cool that he found us. Not to mention that he just happens to be the object of my fangirlyness.

I weave my way in between the sea of people in the convention center, just trying to go with the flow. I stop once or twice at displays that catch my eye, but in general I just keep moving. After an hour or two of wandering, I pull off to the side. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I text Belle to see if she's ready to go. She doesn't text me back right away, I decide to just camp where I a am until she does. My mind is wandering, thinking about our plans for the next week. My thoughts are just straying to college when someone walks up to me.

It's a boy who looks to be about a year or so younger than Belle. I can just barely see over his dark brown hair. His facial features are surprisingly familiar, even though I'm positive I've never seen before. I push away the feeling of déjà vu and concentrate on what he's saying.

"You're Jenna from GracefulGaming, right?" he asks expectantly. He bounces up and down energetically, and I can't help but smile.

"Yep," I reply. "You're the first person to recognize me." He holds out one of our posters, an older design that we don't sell anymore. I'm impressed. That shiz is VINTAGE (almost), and mounted on cardboard no less.

"Will you sign this? Pretty please?" he asks excitedly. A sharpie is already in my hand, and I uncap it as I reply.

"Of course!" I say. "Who should I make it out to?" I touch the edge of the cardboard to steady it.

"Connor," he replies. Suddenly, something clicks, and I realize why he's familiar. It's Mitch's brother.

Holy poop nuggets, I think. I can't stop seeing it now: the high cheekbones, how one side of his mouth smiles more than the other. He looks hella lot like Mitch.

"To Connor," I narrate, "You are literally number one. High fives, Jenna." I cap the marker and try to remain calm on the outside. I'm getting nervous now, for no good reason. Boys I like make me hella nervous, and their immediate family is no exception. I steel my nerves and resolve not to stutter.

"You're Mitch's brother, aren't you?" I ask, attempting to be casual.

"Yeah, that's me," he replies, deflating slightly. I scramble for a way to rectify the situation.

"Cool," I say. "If you're still in the convention center at 3:30, you can meet Grace and me by the mooshroom pen and she can sign your poster too. Special privileges for the first fan to recognize one of us ever in the history of our channel." I smile at him and he reinflates, becoming excited again.

"Really?" He starts to bounce.

"Really." I smile again. His happy-go-lucky demeanor puts me at ease. "Props on the poster, by the way. That design was always one of my favorites."

He grins widely. "Thanks." Just then my phone buzzes.

"I gotta go, but I'll see you later, alright?"

"3:30 by the LSD cows?" he says. I laugh.

"You got it. Bye, Connor."

"Bye!" He almost literally hops off.

I walk in the opposite direction, checking my text from Belle. She wants to go outside to Subway for lunch, so I head toward the exit. I don't think I did too badly for my first encounter with a fan. Hell, I even managed to get my fangirl side under control after I found out he was Mitch's brother. And who knows? He might even bring Mitch when we meet up.

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*MITCH'S POV*

My second sharpie is already almost dead, and it's only noon. I have half an hour until I can eat lunch. Only thirty more minutes of fangirl after fangirl after fangirl. Connor should be back by then, and he'll be dying to tell me all about the booths and other things he's seen. Fourteen hysterical tweenagers later, a more familiar face steps up. I don't know why I know her, but I definitely do.

"I'm Belle," she says before I can ask who to make it out to. It's like I've met her before, but that's impossible. I don't know anyone named Belle. It doesn't really click until I find myself writing Grace instead of Belle on the poster she hands me.

"Oh poopsiedoodles, I'm sorry," I say. She smiles.

"It's okay, Grace is fine. Li―er, Jenna told me you'd subscribed, but I didn't think you'd recognize me," she says. She seems really normal after the just over two hours of insanity I've dealt with so far. Unfortunately, the rest of the insanity is starting to get impatient. I have to wrap this up.

"Your channel is dope! Love, Benja," I narrate as I write. I hand the poster back to her just as her phone goes off in her pocket.

"D'you want me to sign something for Jenna too?" I ask. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Nah. If she really wants something, she'll get it herself." I smile at that.

"Alright, well, take care," I say.

"Thanks dood. You too," she replies. She turns around and walks away, while I prepare to descend back into Crazytown. I do love my fans, don't get me wrong. They can just be a little… overly enthusiastic sometimes. Most of the time.

Anyway, about twenty long minutes later, Jerome (who was also signing stuff) and I close up shop. We meet Connor and Louise, Jerome's girlfriend, at a small café near the entrance to the convention center. After buying our lunches, we hunt out a place to sit. Every table is full, so we find a bench and plop down, four in a row. We all fit somehow.

"Hey Mitch, you'll never guess who I ran into about twenty minutes ago," Connor says.

"I ran into someone too," I answer. "You can go first."

"I found Jenna from GracefulGaming," he says. I stare at him.

"No way."

"Yep. She signed my poster. See?" He holds it up for me to examine. Sure enough, there's her signature.

"Literally number one?" I ask.

"Yeah. She said I was the first fan to recognize her. Grace wasn't there though."

"I know," I say, purposely throwing him for a loop.

"Huh?" he says, confused.

"I know Grace wasn't there, because I ran into her at about the same time," I answer.

"She got something signed?"

"Yup. Not for Jenna, though."

"Oh. Well, Jenna said they'd meet me by the mooshroom pen at 3:30 so Grace could sign my poster too."

"Maybe I'll come with you," I say. Why not? It'll be fun to meet someone who got famous by being my fangirl.

Maybe. Hopefully she's not crazy. Her sister seemed normal enough.

"You should," he replies.

"Then I will." Who knows? I might even have fun.

A/N TIME! OR SHOULD I SAY PARTY TIME BECAUSE THEY'RE THE SAME! YEAH! ANYWAY: Hey doods! Das ist QD, and I don't speak German. I edited Chapter Two because I wasn't comfortable with how I did it, so check that out because it contains a beautiful phrase that I will absolutely have to use again. I also took the grammatical problems out of Chapter Three (yay). Anywhore, here are the facts for this chapter:

I love sharpies. Like, a lot.

LSD cows is supposed to be a reference to something the girls say in their videos.

My family loves to tell each other to "make good choices" in honor of the terrible movie Freaky Friday.

Louise is in the story so that there are no possible other romantic options for Belle than her boyfriend. Connor will just be a friend and partner in crime. This will make more sense later. [Insert evil author smile]

And then the fictions:

I don't own an enderman hoodie, unfortunately. I do have Captain America socks with wings attached, which is almost as good.

My sister would never willingly choose to eat at Subway.

I think that covers everything. Oh! I know. FUN FACT: if GracefulGaming had over 500k subs, they would have about 31.25 times the population of my hometown as a fanbase. Wow. Keep up the reviewing, following, etc. because it makes my heart smile. I wuv you, beautiful individuals!

-Quiet Defiance