CASEY'S POV
"Caseeeeyyy! Wake up!" I hear shouting, then a stifled laugh. "Nooo. Sleep." I protested, squinting at the figure standing in front of my bed. It must be Elle - I got it right! Aww yeah! I'd video-chatted with her a few times, but I'd never met her in real life before. She was really pretty - she was Vietnamese, and her hair was really long. By really long, I mean several inches past her shoulders, which was long, right?
"So this must be why you're not on Skype until two or three in the afternoon." She commented. "Hey!" I say, sitting up, "Time zones! You were three hours ahead of me! Even though the time here is eight hours ahead of me - uh, I mean my mom and dad." Ahh, time zones. They were awesome, but also really, really annoying - it could be six in the morning my time, but ten at night somewere else.
"Why must I wake up?" I groan, finally standing up and getting out of bed. I know I must look like crap - no makeup, messy hair that was probably half-down and half-up, and ugly pajamas (( I love my pajamas anyways! )). "Minecon!" She reminded me, even though I already knew.
"Okay, okay. Fine. I give in. Lemme go get ready." I grabbed my suitcase and my phone and headed to the bathroom. I took a shower, and, still wrapped in a towel, brushed my hair into another messy bun, although a lot cleaner than the I'd woken up with. I stood looking through my suitcase until I found the perfect oufit - the cutest black skater skirt, and a white sweater with cat decals all over it. I'd found it at Forever 21, and I was so proud of myself - I found something that was so totally me.
I put on the outfit, tucking the sweater into my skirt. I left my hair the way it was - I wasn't really a fan of doing much to my hair. My nails had some pastel blue nail polish on them from two days ago, so I just left it like that - those girls who paint their nails every day are crazy. Crazy, I tell you.
I'm not really one for makeup, so all I did for my face was wash it, and put on some concealer, and a little bit of clear mascara. I also decided to fill in my brows just a tiny bit. I had naturally 'puffy eyes', which apparently was a gift, but they looked annoying a lot. I guess because it was me, I'd probably like it on somebody else. By the way, if you dont know what that is, look it up. Mine weren't extremely noticeable, but they were definitely there.
I would call my parents and tell them I'd gotten there okay, but again, time zones. It was like midnight their time, and on the off chance they'd actually gone to bed early, I decided not to call. I don't want to wake anybody up. I know for sure my cat must be freaking out - she always does when I'm away from home.
Oh great, now that I've started talking about my cat, you're not going to get me to shut up. My cat is seriously the cutest thing! We got her when she was just two weeks old, and we had to bottlefeed her and her siblings for weeks. We kept all but one of them, but only Kai - that's her name - is exclusively mine. She was a brown and white tabby, and sure, she's a little chubby - okay, fat -, but she's really cute! I have this blanket that I bought the first winter we had her, and she started nursing on it. It's not like she actually got milk from it, unless it's like, magical or something, but she seemed to think she did. I guess it soothed her, since she lost her mother when she was so young. Most of her siblings nursed on it for a while, but now she's the only one that does.
Anyway. I'd been in the bathroom around half an hour at this point, so I brushed my teeth, unlocked the door, and left, letting Elle go get ready. I don't know what the point of bringing my phone in the bathroom was - I had intended to check Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and deviantART, but I guess I'd forgotten. I also needed to check my texts and email and reply to stuff. Oh yeah - I haven't told you, but me and Elle are digital artists. We met through deviantART, and we became best buddies.
I didn't have any notifications on Instagram, but I took a picture out my window, which featured the Big Ben. I wrote 'In England for a convention! 3' as the description after putting a few filters on, and uploaded it. I got ten likes after a few minutes, but, anyways. I checked Mitch's twitter for info about Minecon, and after reading up about everything, I then finally checked Facebook and deviantART. I uploaded the picture from Instagram to Facebook as well. Eventually, I checked deviantART, my texts, and my email, and replied to everything.
By this time, Goldie - Elle! - was done, and when she came out of the bathroom, her hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing light-wash denim shorts and a pink-and-white striped shirt. She had socks on as well, but she wasn't wearing shoes. Oh crap. Socks. I quickly found some socks from my suitcase, and pulled them on, along with my gray converse. "Ready?" I ask Elle, as she pulls on some sneakers.
"Yeah." She replies. It was 8:30 now, and time to go. Minecon would be starting soon. We left the hotel room, my laptop hidden in the hollow space under the mattress and my phone in my pocket. "Should we take a cab?" She asked, although there really wasn't much other option, because it was too far to walk. I nod. "But can we find one that actually takes us to the right place?" I hadn't told her what had happened yesterday, so she looked a little confused, but nodded.
We hailed a cab, and sat there in silence as we got closer to Minecon. I was really excited - I knew Mitch would never fall for me, and I mean, Danny liked me (( I think )), but still. I'd watched his videos every day since the day I first found his channel. If I ran out of videos to watch, I checked his old COD channel and watched some of those videos. It was funny, seeing that side of Mitch. The young, teenage Mitch. It was really weird, but hey, we're all teenagers sometime. Technically, until tomorrow, I still was.
I was also nervous, really nervous. I'd never met one of my idols. You might find it funny that I call him my idol, but it's true. He makes me happy, you know? I might not have met him personally, but his videos make me smile, and that's what counts.
[ A / N : Updated two days in a row for you guys! Bit of a cliffhanger I guess. Good thing about homeschooling - writing counts as school. Poor public schoolers 'v' ]