A/N Another bloody chapter. After I uploaded the last one I thought, hmm, I want to torture myself again and write some more! Yay. OK, we enjoy more feely feels little noodles :P

The next day at VidCon was rather the same as last time. We did a live show that was very successful, got more fan art, I threw more people hair in the bin and we prepared ourselves to move house. YouTube had taken all our boxes of clothes and personal belongings from our rooms on a jet with everyone else's stuff and brought them to our rooms. We cleaned up our stuff from the hotel room, thanked the staff and got in the taxi waiting for us outside to take us to our new apartment.

We were the second last people to arrive at the row of houses They were all almost identical with a few tweaks on each one to suit the people living there. All two story with a fence around the yard. There was a nice garden out the front with beautiful flowers. The outside of the houses were painted differently. Ours, number 12 on the street, was painted dark bluey purple with two cats sitting in the TARDIS. In fact, all the houses were made to the occupant's interests. Smosh's had all their foods from food battle on one of the outside walls, Dan and Phil's had a llama and a lion mural as their front wall, Robbaz had walrus, Oslo on the Swedish flag and things like that. Kitty and I couldn't help but giggle at the painting on the front of our house.

I turned the key in the door and pushed it open. The inside of the house was amazing. The place had been fully furnished with stuff they thought we would find nice. The stairs were to the left side of the door and to the right was the kitchen and living room. The room was full of cool little quirks from the coffee table in front of the TV having little fish in it to cushions and blankets of different fandoms. I ran upstairs to check out my bedroom while Kitty finished inspecting the kitchen.

There were two bedrooms each with an en-suite. The door of Kitty's room looked like the TARDIS door, whereas mine was the door of 221B Baker Street. I opened the door cautiously, turning the light on and walking in. I thought the rest of the house was cool, but this was something. The room was painted a lightish blue colour, one wall featuring the BBC Sherlock wallpaper. All my posters and fan art I'd received was in a box at the end of my bed, waiting to be put up. All of my clothes were neatly hung up in the wardrobe. The duvet cover on my double bed was a collage of Sherlock and Doctor Who pictures. There was a large book case with all my books were stacked up perfectly. String fairy lights were set all around the room and on the black painted roof. I turned them on and turned off the ceiling lights, revealing the galaxies painted in glow in the dark paints, the lights acting like stars. It was beautiful, the best room ever. I began to hang all my posters up on the walls when I heard a loud squeal coming from the room next to me followed by a furious knocking on my door.

"Kaaatttt! Holy fuck these rooms!" She said, bursting through the door. "Wow shit, this is cool." She made me come see her room after snooping around mine a little. I walked in to see her room was the same shape as mine but somehow seemed completely different. The room was painted black, but it looked kinda glossy on the walls. The duvet cover was David Tennant, obviously. There was a desk in the corner with paper and drawing supplies. The wardrobe was full of her clothes and the roof was like mine. After a few minutes of fangirling, we decided to go check out the rest of the house. After going through the upstairs I came to a door I hadn't noticed before at the end of the hallway. It opened without a key and revealed a wooden ladder going further up into the roof.

"Kitty! Come check this out!" I called. She poked her out from around her bedroom door.

"What is it?" She asked as she walked out of her room and over to where I was standing.

"I found this, thingy whatever the fuck it is. I'm going to check it out and you're coming because I don't want to be murdered." I replied, begging to climb up the ladder.

I switched on the light, a single bulb hanging from the cord giving off a yellowish sort of lighting into the room. The only items in the room were to comfy looking chairs and a coffee table with a note and a small paper bag on it. Kitty picked up the bag and I took the note, reading it aloud.

"Dear reader, if you have found this note, congratulations. Here is $100 to help get you started in America! Sincerely, YouTube corporation." I squealed. Kitty opened the bag to reveal $100 American dollars.

"What. The. Fuck." She exclaimed.

"YouTube are a bat shit crazy bunch of people with a crap ton of money to spend. I'm not even surprised!" I replied. We went back down the ladder with the note and money, still a bit confused.

"I'm going for a walk to check everything out. Coming?" I said once we were back in the living room.

"No, I'm staying inside to check out the internet situation here. If it's shit, I'm going to kill someone." Kitty replied.

I put my keys in my pocket and went out the front door, walking the only way I could seeming we were at the end of the cul-de-sac. Half way down the road I felt someone come up behind me and cover my eyes with their hands. Fuck.

"Bitch, guess who." The person asked. I knew exactly who it was because it was Shananay's voice.

"It's….. SHANANAY!" I exclaimed, pulling the hands from my face.

"Correct!" Shane shouted, laughing.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"I saw you walk past and I came out to say hello." He replied. I blushed, Shane saw it and laughed.

"Do you want to walk with… with me?" I asked. "That's what I was doing out here. Going for a walk."

"Course I'll come. Where are we going?" Shane said. Holy fuck, going for a walk with Shane Dawson.

"I thought we might go to that park." I replied, pointing. He nodded and we began walking. I don't think I know exactly what happened, I was thinking about stuff, everything. But I came back to reality when I felt Shane slip his hand in mine. My breath caught in my throat and I pulled my hand away. I didn't mean to. I wish I didn't.

"Sorry, I don't know why I did that. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable." He said, looking at the ground but we kept walking.

"No, sorry, it was good. I just got… surprised is all. In a good way." I replied, taking his hand in mine. We got to the park and sat down on the bench for a while. There were some other people there feeding the ducks or going for a jog. We watched them, talking about YouTube and our houses. We were there for ages and before we knew it, it was almost dark so we decided to head back home. Shane's house was before mine but he came with me do my door anyway.

"You still need to go to VidCon tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes, one last signing before I'm free from all these crazy people trying to harvest my DNA." I exclaimed.

He laughed. "Me too, have lunch with me in the cafeteria, 12.30?"

"Sure, done." I replied. We kinda just stood there after that, not knowing what to say.

"Well, I should probably go now." He said. I was a bit sad to see him leave.

"Uh yeah, OK. See you tomorrow" I replied, turning around and beginning to put the key in the door. I felt his hand on my shoulder, spinning me around to face him, my back pressed against the door. I could feel his breath warm on my face before his lips touched mine, gently, so gently. But it was perfect. Also a perfect excuse to touch his hair, so I did. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and putting my hands in his hair. I was jealous, it was softer than mine! I pulled away and looked at him.

"Night, Shane." I said.

"Goodnight."

A/N another chapter? Wow, two in one day. Record. Hope you liked it, look forward to more tomorrow J