Phil was having a problem with his stream. So, he decided to message his son to come and help him.
A minute later, the teen appeared in the doorway of his room. Phil beckoned him over and shifted his chair back slightly. The child walked over and looked at the computer.
"What do you need help with?" He asked, folding his arms.
His head was just out of the camera so the viewers could only see his torso.
"I can't get chat on the screen," Phil sighed.
"Again?" The boy looked at his father curiously.
"Just fix it, please," Phil groaned, leaning back in his chair.
"Alright," the teenager leant over the desk and pressed a few buttons.
As he did so, his face came into view. He tucked his shaggy, black hair behind his ear and bit his lip, concentrating on what he was doing. Then, he glanced at the chat one he got it on screen and the tips of his ears went red as he read the messages.
HANDSOME BOY
PRETTY TECH BOY
dang he's got a hot voice
PRETTY BOY
I'm simping
He stood up and looked at his father.
"Thanks, kid," Phil patted his head before he left the room.
Then, the man started reading his chat.
"Chat, calm down, he's my son," Philza chuckled as the viewers started chanting 'childza'.
After a few hours, Phil ended his stream and walked into the kitchen. His son was looking for a snack in the fridge.
"You alright?" the old man asked, walking over to the boy.
"Mhm," he hummed in reply as he closed the fridge.
"They kept asking about you, do you wanna answer some of their questions on my stream at some point?" Phil questioned, ruffling his kid's hair.
"Depends," the boy mumbled.
"Tomorrow?" the man suggested.
"I can do that," the child replied.
The next day, the males started the stream at about 10 am.
The boy was wearing loose jeans and a grey shirt tucked in. His wavy, black hair covered part of his face. He sat next to his father and doodled mindlessly in his notebook.
When a donation asking a question popped up, he leaned forward and squinted at it before giving up.
"I can't read that," he sighed.
"I told you to put your glasses on," Phil laughed lightly.
The teen groaned and leaned off camera. When he came back into view, he was wearing black, rectangular glasses.
The chat immediately started simping over him again. When he saw what they were saying, he chuckled softly and leant back in his chair.
After a few minutes, he glanced at his phone then looked at his father.
"I gotta go, I've got to go to work," he said as he stood up and pushed his chair back.
"Alright, have fun," Phil waved him out and turned back to his stream.
His chat was sad to see him go and continued bombarding Phil with questions.
What's his name?!
How old is he?
"His name's Y/N and he is 17, about Tommy's age," Phil replied.
Meanwhile, Y/N was headed to the library. He worked there part-time and enjoyed it (most of the time).
When he arrived, he tucked his bag under the desk and sat down. Within minutes, people started asking him things.
"Hi, do you know where the science books are?" A woman asked.
"Section H, row 4," Y/N replied without looking up from his computer.
The woman walked away without another word and Y/N looked around for anyone that seemed like they needed help. After making sure no one did, he went back to what he was doing on the computer in front of him.
