You and Me (A Bart Baker Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I grab my sunglasses quickly before rushing out the door and slamming it behind me. The hot L.A. sun bears down on me, so I slide on my glasses to shield my eyes. I quickly climb into my car and drive away from my apartment, although I have no idea where I'm going. I just arrived in L.A. two days ago, and I have no idea where anything is. I only hope I can make a friend or two soon so I can get some help. I turn on to a busy road, my eyes skimming the sides of the street for a place to grab some breakfast. Finally, I spot a McDonald's.

"Thank goodness, I'm starving!" I whisper to myself as I pull off the road and into the restaurant's parking lot.

I decide not to go through the drive through, seeing as though it's jam packed with a super long line of cars. I park my car, jump out, and head into the building. I skim the menu and decide on a chicken biscuit. As I order, I make sure to be extra nice to the woman running the cash register. I remember when I ran a cash register, and how I hated when guests were rude. I smile at the woman and tell her the food is to go, before handing her the money due. Sliding out of the way, I wait patiently until my biscuit is handed to me in a paper bag. I thank the woman again, before I turn to head out.

Before I can process what has happened, a man with a flat brimmed hat a few inches taller than myself bumps into me, causing me to drop my bag, scattering my food on the floor.

"Oh crap, jeez, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention," The man says. I smile brightly, trying to stay positive. The man bends over and picks up my biscuit, then hands it to me.

"Thanks. And it's fine, no worries. It's still in the rapper so I can still eat it. And you better be glad, too." I smile. He chuckles and looks at me. I see his blue-green eyes and his happy smile, he looks kind of familiar.

"Yeah, I am. I know how girls love their food." He jokes. I giggle shyly and nod before he holds out his hand. "I'm Bart. Bart Baker."

"Bart Baker? The YouTuber and not to mention the all time parody king?" I ask. That's why he looks familiar!

He laughs again. "Yeah I guess that's me. Bart, His Majesty! And, you are?"

"Oh, I'm Page Taylor. And I guess I'm a fan. I mean, I've seen your videos and all."

"So you're kinda a fan?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Well a kinda fan is better than a hater."

"You're welcome, then, Your Majesty."

We both laugh, and he starts to walk out with me.

"You're pretty cool." He says.

"Thanks. Not bad yourself." I giggle.

"Here, let me see your phone."

"Why?"

"So I can give you my number, duh."

"But we just met dummy."

"So? The best friendships are unexpected."

"Who said that?"

"I did." He says. We both laugh. I hand him my phone and wait for him to type in his number. When he hands it back, I smirk.

"Took ya long enough dummy."

"That's the second time you've called me that. What do you have against me?"

"Nothing. I make fun of all my friends. At least I would, if I had any. I just moved here Sunday. Ready to start fresh, ya know? So I'm kinda clueless about this city, not to mention lonely."

"Well consider me your first friend." He winks. Just as I start to giggle, his phone buzzes. He answers and his eyes widen.

After he hangs up, he looks at me apologetically. "Crap, I'm sorry, I gotta go. We're filming today and I'm late. Wait, hey, do you wanna come? You can meet my crew and stuff. Come on, it'll be fun. Pleeeeeeease?"

I sigh. I guess I really don't have anything to do today, and it probably will be fun. "Okay, as long as you promise not to kidnap me or anything."

"I'll try to contain myself, I promise." He jokes. "You just wanna ride with me? It's a long way to the Maker."

"The Maker?"

"Yeah, Maker Studios, the place I film."

"Oh, sure."

I smile as we walk towards his car and as I climb in the front seat. I look over at Bart, and I can't believe what I'm doing. I'm in a car with Bart Baker, who I just met, and going somewhere with him. I guess I really did start fresh here.

"So what's with the hat?" I ask, looking at his flat brimmed hat with the word "idiot" written on it.

"Oh this is some random peice of crap I found, and I thought, why not?" He responds. I laugh briefly and turn to look out my window at the passing cars.

"What about you, huh? What's your story?" He asks after a few moments of silence.

"Well, I came to L.A. because life back at home- in North Carolina- wasn't exactly working that well for me. I had dreams, dreams too big to achieve in a small town like that. I wanna be a YouTuber, like you. I wanna sing and stuff, do covers, even write songs. And I couldn't get to that there."

"I get ya. I do. I had big dreams too, and I never even thought I'd be were I am now. With my help, you'll be huge. Trust me."

"Thanks, I guess?"

"I guess? I'm helping you out here, when you clearly need it. You're as shy as a rolley polley. Literally."

"As shy as a rolley polley? Wow, that's um, really shy, I guess."

We both laugh and joke all the way to the Maker, and I realize that I finally feel welcome somewhere.