A misclick

Raspberry on the ferry I was feeling kinda sea sick on that boat

HEY HEY HEY! Rewrote this chapter, took me about a whole ass week. Nasty. Fuck you wattpad for deleting my chapter. Anyways, it's way better now. Spicier, more developed, the plot is better told. It's also about 3200 words, so the biggest chapter I've ever written so far. Enjoy <3. (Also, the continuation to the fic should be done some time soon, but considering the fact that I'm two weeks away from my exam, I don't think I'll be able to write too much until then. Also I bought a new book and it's so catchy it stops me from writing AHHSHAHAHHA. It also gives me plot ideas tho, so ykykyk.) Anyways, thanks so much for the support, I love all of you. Mwah.

He looks at me, his hands digging inside his pockets. I wish he would do something for God's sake and kill the awkwardness.

He walks closer, and takes his hands out. He puts and arm around my shoulders and smiles, a little too much.

'Let's go inside, shall we?' 'Mhm.'

He leads me inside the house, as we enter a ginormous kitchen. Dude...these peeps got money. It's all shiny and bright, just as you imagine a multimillionaire youtuber's house to be, in fact.

'So you actually came here to see me on my birthday, huh?' he says, looking at me with a smirk on his face. No matter how right he would be (he was in fact, very right), I could not drop the smallest hint about that.

'Give it a break, pixel art. I came here because it's free food. I'm where the food is.' He puts a heavy arm on my shoulder and leans in to whisper. 'You are where a free Clay is, Y/n.' His breath hot against my neck, sending ice cold shivers down my spine. I look up to him and I get kind of stuck. He was looking at me in a weird way. His gaze warm over my flustered face, and I could still the trace of desire in his eyes. He puts his other arm on my shoulder, and slowly pulls me closer to him.

I feel my heart pounding into my ribs as I see his face getting closer and closer to mine. Closer...closer...closer...until finally...

'Well that feels like I missed some introductions.' We both flinch, parting our blushing faces from each other and looking towards the source of the voice who just interrupted us. A tall girl, around the age of 15 by my estimations, with blonde hair and green eyes was looking at us with a questioning look. I could see the features that apparently run in the family, and realized she's Clay's younger sister.

'Oh hello...' I manage to say, the embarrassment making me sweaty. 'Drista. Call me Drista.' I nod, and give her a wry smile which she does not return.

I look at Clay, and I realize he's having an argument with his sister just with their eyes. When they finally come to an agreement (or so I suppose), she looks at me again. 'And who are you?' She asks, while her gaze scans me toes to forehead. 'I uhhh...I'm Y/n.' 'More details?'

Clay puts his arm on my shoulder again. 'Y/n, one of the best streamers in the dream smp, one of the most rapidly growing streamers of twitch considering this year's statistics.' Drista's eyes become wide, and I can see a trace of pure admiration before her expression goes unreadable again. She nods, probably considering that the informations were enough, and leaves for the dining room, leaving me and Clay alone in the kitchen once again.

He turns around, facing me again. Looking down at me so he can look me in the eyes. 'Y/n, why aren't you more confident about your achievements? Your growth and the speed that your fanbase is enlarging with is overwhelming. If you keep going like this, you could surpass me in less than a year and a half.' I blush at his sudden appreciation, the validation feeling sweet and savory in my core.

He pulls me into a hug, and then he looks at me again, not taking his hands off from around my neck. 'Not that you should surpass me, of course. That would be simply rude.' I snort out a laugh, and he smiles at me. We stay like this a couple more moments before we hear someone again.