Hardcore Life (Ph1LzA fanfic)

Drunken Birthday

Amelia

I was quick to start my stream, making sure to give a three minute countdown. I did my usual workout to stretch my muscles, and I made sure I had a few different beverages at my desk. Once I sat down and put my headset on, there was a little under a minute left on the countdown. I smiled like a child as I placed the handcrafted paper crown on my head as the clock hit twenty seconds. I positioned my microphone correctly and effortlessly made the music fade out as I switched to my 'Just Chatting' screen.

"Hello there, Twitch chat!" I cheered, smiling. "Welcome to my birthday stream! I'm not entirely sure what we'll be doing today or who exactly will be joining us. I know Tommy wanted to drop in and sing Happy Birthday later, so that might happen on stream or after. Not entirely sure."

I looked over at my second monitor, where I had the stream chat pulled up. I saw a lot of variations of birthday wishes scrolling by. A few of the names were regular viewers of my streams, making it easy to identify them.

"Oh, I saw that!" I laughed, pointing in the direction my chat relay was on my stream. "One of you little jerks decided to say my crown looks horrible. I'll have you know I made this thing myself!"

Chat went wild with emotes and other random messages as I angrily crossed my arms. I heard the sound of someone joining the discord call I was in, having been in one of the voice chats within my Discord server that any of my recording friends could join, and I saw that it was Phil who had joined.

"Philza?" I raised an eyebrow at the silence.

"Sorry." His voice was groggy, and he sniffled as if he had been crying. "Just wanted to stop by and say Happy Birthday. Was it bad timing?"

"Not at all, Mate. You doing alright?"

"Nothing I can really talk about on stream. You are live, aren't you?"

"Yeah, but I can take a few minutes to talk to you if you need it."

"Give me a few minutes to calm down, please?"

"Sure, Phil."

He left the call, and I cleared my throat as I looked at chat. I gave a small smile, knowing that nothing good had happened to Phil if he had been crying and didn't want to talk about it on stream.

"How about we scroll through my Twitter? I believe a lot of you caught on to the Redz Birthday tag. Let's see what's been posted." I said, switching screens once more to show my desktop.

A lot of the art I looked at was either hastily done, given immense effort, or done with such talent that I ended up liking a lot of it. Several minutes passed before I got a message from Phil, and I very quickly apologized to my chat before changing my screen to the intermission scene and muting myself. I grabbed my phone and very easily dialed Phil's number, not caring about the long distance cost I would be having to pay later. I put him on speaker as soon as he answered the call.

"What's going on, Phil?" I asked.

"Kristen and I have had a bit of falling out." He explained.

"Falling out?" I raised an eyebrow. "Meaning you two broke up?"

"Yeah. We had a bit of an argument, and we decided to take a break."

"Have you been drinking at all?"

"I've had a few shots. I haven't really done much."

"Would you like a distraction?"

"I don't want to ruin your birthday stream with my mood."

"Oh, come on, Phil! You'll cheer up if you have some fun. We could play some Rocket League or something."

"You're no good at Rocket League."