Her Eyes His Smile

Chapter 1

//A/N~ This story will taking place around the two main characters, Benjamin and Heather, so there will be each of their POVs for each chapter. That way readers can see what's going on inside both of their heads at the same time period. This may result in a lot of repeated dialogue.

   There will also be a lot of YouTubers in this, many of which might not live in this particular place, I only made them where they were for the sake of the story. I have nothing against any of these YouTubers, in fact I'm quite fond of almost all of them. So don't get triggered. Peace.\\
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Heather's POV
Hi, my name is Heather Reeds, I'm 21 and I live in LA, down in California. Single, out here on my own. Well, that is if you don't count my best friend, Melissa. I'm an editor and writer for a couple big YouTubers around the platform. It's nothing big or exciting, but it pays the bills. Some friends of mine have suggested I make a channel of my own, but I've never been one for fame or cameras. Causes too much anxiety I guess. Though working from home is pretty great, so I can't complain. I just do all the behind the scenes work and I really don't mind it I actually kind of love it. Anyway if I didn't edit it who would? All my friends know just about shit when it comes to editing, they barley know how to turn the camera on, let alone edit, and when I get sick, oh thank god we have a back up editor.

I was in my computer room editing a video for my friend when my phone rang.

"Ughhh." I mumble as I get up, almost done.

"I can never find anything in this stupid house." I groan, frustrated with whoever was calling me. I live with my best friend, though she's always out, and finding things is a pain in the ass. At least I have my books and made-up characters to keep me company, so it's not all bad.

"Hello" I say answering the phone, not even looking at the caller ID, I'm not in the mood.

"Hey, little miss grumpy pants you're coming with me to the bar tonight. Like it or not." It's Melissa, of course. She's my roommate and best friend, she's been out shopping all day, I edit her videos too.

She always drags me out of the house with her when she goes drinking, I'm always the designated driver since she knows I don't drink. I had no will to fight her tonight. I was too tired to argue and I knew I was going to go anyway, so I thought I would just save myself the trouble. I got dressed and ready, nothing fancy, black skinny jeans and a crop top, the usual. It was Friday night and I knew the bar was going to be packed. I looked in my purse, I only used it to conceal my 4-pound.

I got in the car and notice it already reeked of alcohol, Melissa looked a little tipsy.

"Have you been drinking?" Concern and sternness in my voice.

"No." She slurred, as the smell got stronger with each breathe. I got out and stormed to her side of the car, pulling the door open.

"Out." I said flatly.

"No." She whined.

"Then I'm not going, cause I don't feel like dying due to your stupidity." I snapped, almost yelling but not quite.

"Fine." She mumbled, giving in. She gets out and I slide into the driver's spot, Melissa hopping into the passenger's seat. I start the car, we don't talk the whole ride.

When we get there the place isn't as packed as I thought it would be. Good. Melissa looks around and notices a girl at one of the pool tables, she stumbles over. I sigh to myself, not understanding how she can live that lifestyle. Hooking up, one after another. I loved her like a sister, we had known each other for so long, so I guess I have no room to judge.

"Water please." I smile to the bartender, soon after he hands me the glass. I sip the drink periodically as I sit on my phone. I hear the bell of the door as someone walks into the bar, not paying much attention to it. Not long after I feel someone brush against my back. I turn to look at the perpetrator, my eyes being met with beautiful green ones.