A misclick

Show me the skyline

//Hello everyone! I'm back, and I owe you guys some apologies for not posting in so long. School started, and as I'm in a final year, I really need to focus on studying. So, as my next holiday starts on Jan 30, I won't be able to post daily until then. So what you should expect is at least one new chapter per week. I'm so sorry, please stick around with me. The plot will evolve so much in the next parts, and the fic will be a longer one, with a worthy ending. We also reached 250 reads, which is INSANE!!! Thanks so much for all the support. This part has around 2000 words, the longest I've written so far, and I really hope you will enjoy it.//

Two months pass by, making it be april already. Your streaming career starts looking better and better. Because of your beloved fans, you finally afford to move out from your parents and live by yourself. You've recently rented an apartment in London, fulfilling one of your biggest dreams, which is having an apartment in a big city.  

Recently, you've got an important role in the SMP, Quackity became the best you've had in a couple years, and Dream...well...things get weird. You don't change anything between you. It's always that sexual tension, the teasing, the jokes, but the fans went crazy. There are fanfictions, edits, art of you two...and the hashtag #EggWasTaken gets viral after every interaction you two have.

As on his side, he's been trying to understand his feelings, even though there's nothing much to understand. He loses more interest in Sheila each day, to the point where he doesn't even know what to do. Sapnap keeps pissing him off by forcing him to pick a line, while Quackity starts to act weird whenever the three of you would be in the same VC, or even on the SMP at the same time.

---YOUR POV---

It was dawning, as I was standing on my balcony, watching London's skyline. It's the first legit day here, since I just finished moving in this week. It's unbelievable how all this became true because of me playing video games. Of course, that doesn't mean it doesn't require work, because it does. I spend almost all my time editing, researching on how to get better at gaming, speedrunning and parkour, or just streaming.

 Finally, I feel like my life has a purpose. I know my parents are actually proud of me this time, because I managed to make a living out of what I enjoyed doing for the past years. Everything is just great. I've met the one and only Wilbur Soot a few times, and also Nihachu, who turned out to be the sweetest person I've ever met.

The SMP was very welcoming, and my fans loved my addition to the plot. My life is just going great, from every point of view.

My train of thought gets wrecked by an incoming call. I pick up the phone from the coffee table, and look for the person who is calling me. "Dré :p". 

It's a facetime call.

I smile to myself. We haven't talked in a while, both of us being busy with our stuff. But I've missed him. I missed watching him train for the MCC, and hearing him smash his keyboard out of anger, while I'd fall asleep in my chair. 

I pick up, and start yelling. 'AYYYY FLORIDA MAN!' As always, his screen is plain dark, since he didn't show me his face yet, and I never brought it up. He'd eventually do it when he would feel comfortable. We've got a lot closer in these two months, exchanging phone numbers, finding annoying nicknames for each other (others than pussy, hoe, horny bitch, prick and all of those), pretty much just enjoying each other's company.

'Y'N! HOW ARE YOU?' He screams back at me, while I burst into laughter. 'I'm watching the sunset from the balcony.' He gasps. 'OH MY GOD. Did you officially move in?' 'Yes! I did!' He makes a short pause. 'How is it? Are you feeling more mature?'

'Yeah. Very mature. I almost burnt the building with my toaster today.' He starts wheezing. 'Show me the skyline, Y'n.' I change the control to the rear camera, when he interrupts me. 'No. Not like that. Turn the phone so it points backside to you.' I frown in confusion. 'What? Why?' 'The front camera has a better quality, Y/n. It will be more accurate to how it looks in real life.' I shrug and follow his orders.