CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: #Jenja

We spent just a little over half an hour wandering around downtown, before deciding that it was too cold. We made the trek back to the apartment in about ten minutes. By then, my nose was practically sprinting from the cold. (Get it? Running? Sprinting? I'm laughing.) We threw our coats and shoes and stuff by the door and shuffled into the kitchen, where I grabbed the hot chocolate mix.

"Water or milk?" I ask, grabbing the jug of skim from the fridge.

"Milk," Mitch replies.

"My man," I say. "Lizzie always wants hers with water."

"Gross."

"I know, right?" I pour the milk into my favorite owl mug and put it in the microwave. "Mugs are in there," I say, motioning towards the cabinet. "Grab whichever one you want." Lizzie and I made it a policy that no two of our mugs match, and everyone that visits regularly gets their own mug. Suffice it to say, we go through a lot of hot chocolate. Mitch just happens to pick out our "guest" mug, a bright red one with a T. rex on it.

"I trust you can make your own?" I ask, sliding the jug down the counter to where he's perched.

"Well yeah, J. In Benja we trust, remember?" he smiles and pours his milk.

"Ah, yes. Indubitably," I say in an "mmm yes quite" voice. I don't think there's really any other way to describe it. We both laugh. The microwave dings and I take my now-toasty warm milk out so Mitch can put his in. I stir the powder up into chocolatey goodness and ask Mitch what he wants to do.

"Well, when is Lizzie gonna be back?" he asks. I smirk.

"Oh, probably not till tomorrow morning. She and Corrin's roommate Louis are dating, and she thinks I don't know."

"Oh," he says.

"Corrin slipped up and told me a few weeks ago. I'm just waiting until she tells me so I can hold it over her head for the rest of eternity."

He laughs. "Well, isn't that nice of you."

"That's just how I roll," I reply. The microwave beeps again and Mitch takes out his milk. I toss him a mix packet thingy and he dumps it in.

"No, but seriously, what do you wanna do? We could record, or stream, or watch movies or waste time on YouTube, we could get you a Tumblr, we could… I don't know. My point is, the possibilities are endless!" I say, throwing my arms out and accidentally smacking my elbow on the cabinet.

"Son of a – MOTHERF – mmmhashavagahaaaaagh," I say, cradling it. Mitch laughs, so I fake pout the way Perrrrston did when he was the only one without chocolate milk.

"Oh sure. Laugh at my pain. Such a great friend."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it if your little noises are hilarious."

"Are not. I'm hurting. This isn't funny."

"Is too."

"Nuh uh," I say, repressing a grin. This is quickly becoming a little-kid argument.

"Yah huh."

"I is hurts."

"Aww, poor baby," he says with SUUUUUPER fake sympathy. "Should I kiss it and make it better?" he asks.

"Yus," I say, holding out my elbow (which has long since stopped hurting) in his direction. He blows a kiss at it.

"All better."

"Nuh uh. You missed," I say.

"Did not. I have aimbot."

"HACKS!" I shout, pointing at him and hopping off the counter. Somehow I manage to land weirdly on my foot and go down quickly. I'm not hurt, just surprised. And maybe a little bit annoyed. I start laughing uncontrollably. Then I make the mistake of glancing at Mitch. It looks like he doesn't know whether to laugh or offer help, which of course makes me laugh even harder.

So here I am, sitting on the floor, laughing so hard my stomach hurts.

I guess I forgot to mention that when I laugh really hard, I sound like a cackling witch. That would explain the confused look on Mitch's face. This realization only makes me laugh harder. It takes a few minutes before I calm down.

"Are you okay?" he asks as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Physically, I'm totally fine. Mentally, there is room for debate." He extends his hand and I grab it, using the extra leverage to spring into a standing position. I grab my hot chocolate and turn on my heel, marching down the hall.

"To the bedroom!" I say.

"Why?" Mitch asks suspiciously.

"I just made an executive decision. We're gonna stream for a little bit."

"You know, you're the weirdest person I ever met," he says, following me.

I turn around. "Hell yeah I am. Don't ever forget it."

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*MITCH'S POV*

After the hot chocolate debacle, she turns around for seemingly no reason and marches out of the kitchen.

"To the bedroom!" she says, disappearing into the hallway. The bedroom? I think. Brief images flash through my head of her pressed against me, my lips on her throat, her hands somewhere that feels real good.

NO, MITCH! SISTER SISTER SISTER!

"Why?" I ask, falling into step behind her.

"I just made an executive decision. We're gonna stream for a little bit," she replies. Oh. Streaming. Duh. That makes sense. Silly Mitch. I think of her on the floor, laughing manically just a minute or so ago.

"You know, you're the weirdest person I ever met," I blurt out before I can really realize what I'm saying. What if she takes that the wrong way?

She turns around and smiles brightly. "Hell yeah I am. Don't ever forget it." She walks over to her computer can plops into the beat-up old desk chair as I fall onto the beanbag next to her.

"D'you wanna tweet it out quick? Or maybe make a quickie video to upload to our channels?" she asks, focusing on her screen.

"Sure. I'll grab my laptop quick," I say, and run out to the living room. I set it on the desk next to her monitor and open up the webcam, making sure that Lily's out of the frame.

"Hey, what's going on doods? It's Mitch, OR BajanCanadian, here and we'd just like to tell you that there's gonna be a stream in just a few minutes, around 6 PM EST. It's gonna be up on –"

"MY CHANNEL HAI DOODS!" Lily cuts me off by sideways diving onto my lap so that her legs are still by her chair but her whole torso is pinning down my legs.

" /gracefulhappens! Be there or be square and without a couple hours of Jenja funsiedoodles," she says, smiling.

"Thaaat's right. So we'll see you all there in a few! Take care," I say. Lily gets off and stops the camera, and I upload it directly to Youtube. Lily just tweets it out, and I follow her lead. Within thirty seconds of her tweet, she's got the stream up and running.

"Hey internet! Jenja here!" she says, smiling and waving into the webcam.

"Prepare your bodies," I say.

And then, just like that, we're off.

HOL' UP HOL' UP IT'S A/N TIME: Hey guys! QD here with another chapter for you! I just wanna start off with an apology. I know this chapter is a little later than usual, but I'm working through some personal stuff at the moment so just bear with me plz. Don't worry, though. There will never be more than a week between updates, I can promise you that much. Secondly, I'm gonna do a thing in the next chapter where Mitch and Lily read a Jenja fanfic during their stream [whoops, sorry, um… SPOILER ALERT?]. If you wanna submit a short #Jenja story of any kind (smut, one-shot, anything) I will be glad to put that in there and give you credit and shoutouts and stuff. Otherwise, I'm just gonna write it myself, and that's no fun. So yeah! Please submit it to me via PM. This is a no-holds-barred, go-for-the-gold sort of thing, and I want to see if I can get some fanfic-ception going on here. Anyway, here's the facts!

-I do own an owl mug, and it is my favorite. My friend (and faithful guest reviewer) Queen Elizabeth gave it to me. THANKS CHEETAH SISTAH!

-Milk is better in hot chocolate. Deal with it.

-I totally say my nose is sprinting, and it's not good.

-My friend Forever the Optimist (*cough if you like starkid check her out she is wonderful cough*) will kill me for saying that her OC is dating someone named Louis. Love you co-captain :)

-All the clumsy stuff I described? Yeah. That's actually happened. Hi.

-My real, loud laugh does sound like a witch cackle. So much so, in fact, that once while I was laughing my friend asked if she could have a ride on my broomstick. Which, of course, only made me laugh harder. I don't think I ever gave her an answer.

-Props to you if you got the Perrston reference. I make that face a lot.

-That's my real Twitch account. I don't stream, though. I tried once and I got 12 fps and no audio playing Happy Wheels.

And the fictions:

-I don't own a T. rex mug. Sad face.

-Probably wouldn't have an actual tower computer in a college apartment.

I think that about wraps it up! As always, don't forget to review, follow, favorite, etc. Also, submit your mini-fics to me and maybe see them in a story! YAY! Don't forget to check out the poll I have up, as it concerns future content [insert evil author smile]. You beautiful individuals have put this story at almost 8900 views, which is mind-blowgling (mind-blowing plus –boggling). Y'all are the best readers a writer could ever hope for :) Much luv and internet hugs!

-Quiet Defiance

PS – if you ever want me to do something for you or even just want to talk, PM me! I'm here for you guys. Always.

PPS – for approximately the bajillionth time: Mitch, I am very sorry that I'm misrepresenting you. At least you're not married yet :)