CHAPTER SEVEN:

The next morning when I wake up, the previous night doesn't feel quite real to me. It couldn't possibly be me who spent hours tucked up under BajanCanadian's arm. I'm just a fangirl. I'm surprised I managed to speak at all when he was around. My inner fangirl is not happy with being repressed.

Grace is in the next room. I can faintly hear the TV through the door. It's about 8:30, and I really need to get up. I do a not-so-little happy dance around the room.

I SPENT A NIGHT WITH BAJANCANADIAN! AAAAAAHHHH! THIS WAS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME! OKAY MAYBE NOT, BEING BORN WAS PRETTY GREAT, BUT STILL! THIS WAS AMAZING! I'M SO HAPPY!

I can't stop the huge grin that spreads across my face. I hop and spin around the room until I lose control and bonk into the wall. Calming down, I open the door and step into the outer area. Belle says good morning as I walk over to the kitchenette. I say it back and pull out a package of poptarts. After breakfast, we change our clothes and clean up. We head down to the convention, with me hoping that I'd see him again today. I don't think I really need to specify who.

Unfortunately, I don't see him that day, or the next. I get recognized semi-frequently, but never enough to be mobbed (THANK THE LAWD). When I do see him again, it's almost at the end of the last day. Belle and I split up again to do whatever we wanted for an hour or so. I see him while I'm walking through the convention, checking out the booths one last time. He's with a few other members of Team Crafted, and Connor is nowhere to be seen. He waves at me, and I smile and wave back. I keep walking, fully expecting that to be the extent of our interaction. It's probably a good thing, because I know that being around the other members of Team Crafted wouldn't help the whole fangirl thing.

And by not help, I mean make it a thousand times more difficult.

Then he calls my name (internet name – nice of him to remember) and motions for me to come over. I do as he asks, becoming more anxious with every step. I try to smile, hoping that my eyes don't give away how nervous I am. When I get over to him, I'm practically shaking.

"Jenna, I'd like you to meet some people," he says, gesturing to Jerome and Ian. I extend my hand to each of them in turn. Their handshakes are sturdy and warm, and they help to put me at ease.

A little bit, anyway.

"So you're the girl Mitch has been going on about for the past two days," Jerome says. I giggle nervously and steal a glance at Mitch out of the corner of my eye.

"Was not," he says, punching Jerome lightly on the arm. I notice the slight tinge to his cheeks that gives him away as a liar. I start feeling all tingly and happy again, and have to try hard from smiling hugely.

"Dude, you so were," Ian says. I laugh again, but have no idea how to continue the conversation. Luckily, Ian starts talking to me about YouTube and I relax slightly. He is taller than me, which is nice. I hate towering over people.

Jerome and Mitch start having a more quiet conversation. I catch my name and Belle's once or twice. I try to focus on my own conversation, but I can't help but wonder what they're talking about. I start stuttering, and force myself to turn my complete attention to Ian.

Just as Jerome and Mitch are entering our conversation, a group of about six or so tweenage girls comes up and asks the three of them to sign stuff. I hang back, not wanting to leave but feeling awkward about staying. I can see people around me beginning to notice the guys signing stuff and wandering over. I look one last time, but the group surrounding them is getting bigger and there's no way they'll escape anytime soon. I start to head away, but Mitch calls out again.

"Jenna, wait!" he says loud enough to reach me over the crowd. I gently maneuver through the fangirls over to him.

"I'd love to brainstorm with you sometime," he says.

"Yeah, sure, no problem," I say. I pull a piece of paper out of my backpack and write my name and number on it.

"Here," I say, holding it out to him. He's signing one girl's poster, so he has no free hands. I tuck it into his sweatshirt pocket instead.

"Text me if you need me, or you can message me on Facebook," I say. He nods, not turning away from the fans in front of him. I stall; there's one more question I want to ask but it's kinda awkward. I tell myself to just get it over with and blurt it out before I can regret it.

"Can we get a picture quick?" I ask. "I just want to show my fans that I met you, 'cause we're starting up an Instagram account, and…" I try to make the question less creepy, but I run out of things to say. Luckily, he understands. He smiles and says yes, so I pull out my iPod. I turn so that he's in the background of the picture, but he doesn't have to stop signing stuff.

To my surprise, he finishes up signing the picture he was on and pulls me into a one arm hug. The fangirls all gasp collectively and I giggle inwardly. I don't even try to stop the huge grin that spreads across my face as I snap the picture. He lets me go and smiles at me.

"See you later, Jenna," he says.

"OR WILL YOU?" I reply, smiling. "Bye, Mitch."

I weave my way out of the group, still grinning. I'll probably be grinning all the way back to Wisconsin when we leave tomorrow and then all the way to Michigan the day after, when I go back to college.

A girl who looks about fourteen stops me on the edge of the clump.

"Aren't you one of the girls Mitch subbed to the other day?" she asks. Speechless, I can only nod. One of his fans recognized me. This day just keeps getting better.

"Would you mind signing my shirt?" she says, holding out an 'In Benja We Trust' tee.

"Yeah, sure, no problem," I say, managing to find my voice. I smile and take out my sharpie, scrawling my name on the fabric.

"Thanks Jenna," she says. "I really liked your channel, by the way."

"Coolness," I reply. She smiles and turns back to the three guys. I keep walking until I get to where I'm meeting up with Belle.

Today just became a really good day.

-oO0Oo-

*MITCH'S POV*

I didn't think I would see her again, which would kinda suck because I never got any contact information the first time. Fortunately, though, I see her walking alone the last day of the convention. I'm with Jerome and Ian, just walking around and taking it in one last time. I wave and she waves back, so I call her over. I can see her getting nervous, and I hope she's not one of those people who puke or faint when they're overanxious. She gets up to us without spontaneous illness, so I just forge ahead and hope for the best.

"Jenna, I'd like you to meet some people," I say. I use her internet name just to be safe. She shakes hands and exchanges hellos with the two of them in turn.

"So you're the girl Mitch has been going on about for the past two days," Jerome says. I shoot him a slightly pissed look.

"Was not," I say, but I can't stop a slight blush from creeping onto my cheeks. I just hope she doesn't notice.

"Dude, you so were," Ian says. She laughs, and I smile too. Ian starts talking with her about YouTube, so Jerome takes the opportunity to give me his opinion.

"Dude, she's kinda cute," he says. "Is she single?" I raise one eyebrow at him.

"Thinking about dumping Louise?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"Nah, G, for you," he replies. I shake my head.

"Jerome, you know how I feel about the ladies right now," I reply. He rolls his eyes.

"When are you gonna give it up, biggums?" he says.

"Not until I'm absolutely positive she doesn't like me," I reply.

"Just think about it: Jenna and Mitch, YouTube's hottest couple in gaming. Give Vengekipz a run for their money. You could even have your own couple name."

"No."

"Yus."

"No."

"Well, then, at least let Connor have her."

"Dude, gross. He's jailbait. Plus, I think he likes Grace more."

"Whatever, dude. I doubt she'd say no to you."

"You're a crazy man of the Bac," I say, turning to Lily and Ian. Just then, a group of fangirls descends out of nowhere and I'm unable to ask her about brainstorming. I see her walking off out of the corner of my eye as I'm signing someone's poster.

"Jenna, wait!" I call out. She turns back and winds through the group to end up back next to me.

"I'd love to brainstorm with you sometime," I say. She smiles and says it's no problem. I sign another couple things as she pulls out a piece of paper and writes stuff on it. When she finishes, I'm still signing a poster. She tucks the paper in my sweatshirt pocket and tells me to text her or message her on Facebook. I nod, not turning away from the fans in case they get angry and start a revolt or something. She's still standing there, and I can sense she wants to say something more.

"Can we get a picture quick?" she asks. "I just want to show my fans that I met you, 'cause we're starting up an Instagram account, and…" I say yes as she trails off. I sign some more stuff as she pulls out her iPod and tilts it so that I don't have to stop signing things. Instead, I pull her into a one sided hug. I note the huge grin that spreads across her face as she snaps the picture, and I laugh inwardly when I hear the gasp from all of the fangirls. I let her go after she takes the picture and smile.

"See you later, Jenna," I say.

"OR WILL YOU?" she says, eyebrow raised. She smiles. "Bye, Mitch."

I see her tall form walking away out of the corner of my eye. She gets stopped on the edge of the huddle and I smile just a little wider at the girl whose poster I just happen to be signing.

After about twenty minutes, the shirt that gets handed to me already has a signature on it, one I've only seen once before.

It's hers.

I sign underneath it.

I almost add #Jenja but I don't. I don't think we're well acquainted enough to have our own hashtag yet. Even then, we'd only be a friend-ship.

Haha, get it? Like a ship, but… friends.

I guess this is why Jerome hates my jokes.

It's been a good day and week. I made new friends.

Yay.

A/N TIME! WHOOPEE! : Oh hai dere! This is your captain speaking. Thank you for flying QD Air. We hope you enjoy your flight, newly updated with cover art as well. Yay! But seriously, though, hey guys! As of me writing this A/N we are 13 views away from 1500, which is cray. Hopefully, I'll start showing up when you search for Bajan fics on Google. Anyway, I'm gonna do one last Fact/Fiction section; I don't know if I'm gonna continue them. Let me know if you want me to keep it in. That being said, here they are:

-Happy dances are one of my favorite things to do. PDP: personal dance party. Best kind of party.

-I love bad puns, and I make them about as frequently as Mitch does. And they're about as well-received.

-The mobbing thing was partly inspired by Mitch saying that thing about a metric butt-ton of people coming up to him at Minecon, and partly by a review from UltimateGeek. Thanks dood!

-Jenja is gonna be their couple time, but you're not gonna see it again for awhile. [insert evil author smile]

And now for the fictions:

-I have an eavesdropping problem, so if Mitch and Jerome were having a conversation about me a couple feet away, I would totally be listening to that. But, for the sake of the story, LILY HEARD NOTHING.

-I'm officially at the end of planning, so if the plot seems totally half-assed form here on out, I am so sorry. Really.

Anyway, thank you all so much for reading, reviewing, etc. I love it! You beautiful individuals are the best! This was another really long chapter, and I am exhausted. Also, I type while listening to Christina Aguilera songs, so they might influence me without me noticing, so if they do… well, sorry not sorry guys. SHE IS MY SPIRIT GUIDE. Moving on, I love you guys! Keep on being awesome sauce!

-Quiet Defiance