Everything's Alright

Jack

It's been a week since Mark got back home from his tour. His tour lasted a couple weeks, also. I was sitting on YouTube, browsing around, with Skype in the background. I heard a message notification, and, sure enough, it was Mark.
"DUDE." He said.
"DUDE." I wrote back.
"DUDE IM SO FUCKINF PUMPEDDDDDD. NEXT WEEK, ME, BOB, WADE, KEN, & FELIX ARE GOING INTO TE FUCKINF DESERTTT. COME. WITH. US."
"Dude, really? I'd love to!" I replied, suddenly excited. It's been so long since I smelled that fantastic scent, and it was slowly washing off of my sheets, being replaced with a monotonous "me" smell. We talked until 1:00 AM with details. This means I need to record 14 videos in advance, and sync them with my entire life. I fired up the old webcam and got busy.
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Today is Sunday, May 10th. It's 1:00 in the morning. I have to catch a plane.
I am unimaginably excited right now. I'm face timing with Felix, as he's on the same time zone as me, and he's already on a plane to Ireland to fly with me. That YouTube money, man. It gives some people such freedom. I walk out of my house and up to my car. I load up the trunk, carrying light conversation, and start driving. It takes me a shorter time to get to the airport than him, but that's fine. I grab some tea at Starbucks and wait. I play on my phone for a bit, still held in the iron grip of cookie clicker, and bum around in the terminal. I feel my stomach rumble, but I've stopped caring at 16. I feel a sudden chill come over me as I realize somebody took my hat off! I turn and find a man, about my height, with a huge smile plastered on his face and really nice blonde hair. It's Felix.
"Hey, buddy!" He says in his YouTube voice. I learned a long time ago this wasn't an act. He was holding my hat in his hand, far above my head. Even if he wasn't taller than me, he had longer arms.
"Hey!" I say, getting up. I'd never seen him in person. I'd never met any of my YouTube friends in person, except for Mark. It was so weird seeing his full body. Knowing I could physically reach out and touch him. I could say something and he could answer accordingly. He knew I was here. It was beyond strange. I reached up for my hat, knowing I'd never get it, and Felix lowered the hat and secured it onto my head. It was 1:45, our flight departed at 2:15. I pulled out my camera.
"*wha-PSHH*, Top O Da Mornin To Ya Laddies!" I whisper-shouted to the camera, as most people were asleep in the terminal. Felix noticed what I was doing and faux-tackled me. "I'm at the airport with-"
"PEWWWDIEPIEEEEEE" He shouted, cutting me off. "We're doin YouTube shit!"
"Yeah! YouTube shit!" I said. I decided we were going to take dares on twitter and do them while we're waiting. It ended with Felix and I having blind drawings of each other on my phone, me having a lot of airport people hate me for us trying to make trick shots with empty coffee cups, and defaced magazines. Finally, the time came to get on the plane, and I turned off the camcorder. We boarded the plane, with me in C3 and Felix in C6, and we were going to see friends. I felt a strange pit in my stomach, like the regular doom, gloom, and despair I felt was being lessened. Booper Dooper!