Mostly Minecraft -- A Youtuber Oneshot Book

Paint Me The Sky -- MiniStar123

Things to know about this alternate universe:

-No one has YouTube Channels
-Vik, Lachlan, and Simon all live in New York City
-Simon is in college
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Vik flipped the paint can over his nimble fingers, slipping it back into the wooden crate containing his other colors. He readjusted his knees on the memory foam mat that protected his legs from the cobblestone ground, and looked at his setup. a tarp covered about a four foot by four foot square on the ground, and the mat on which he knelt was half-on, half-off the tarp, anchoring it in place. to his right was an old produce crate full of different cans of spray-paint, and in front of him, an assortment of materials, including different types of cardboard, lids of pots and pans, and newspaper. to his right, a stack of papers were laying on the ground. Vik checked his watch, then looked up at the moon. Grinning, he flipped on a lantern next to him, and glanced around. about a hundred people were wandering around the square, checking out the different street performers and artists, but Vik's show would hopefully draw a crowd that rivaled that of the others. He started his work. Grabbing a blue spray can, he spun it over his hand before laying the first stroke on the paper in front of him. Flipping the can back to its container, he drew another, painting a second line next to the first, this time in a deeper cerulean. With each stroke, another person came to watch the show, until Vik had a considerable crowd gathered around him, filming, clapping, and throwing coins in his little bowl, put there for that purpose. The picture took on more and more shape, as he used newspaper to add texture, or put a pot lid on top of a colorful section, and painted the entire paper deep black. The crowd would gasp when he removed the lid, showing a perfectly formed planet on the black sky. Vik glanced up occasionally, making eye contact with usually a small child in the audience, who would grin at him in awe of his art. As the picture grew more toward the end, Vik again glanced up, only to see a boy his age staring down at him. The boy had a blonde quiff, and an oversized sweatshirt that showed off the logo of the local university. Vik met the boy's eyes and quickly looked back down at his work, blushing. He painted more vigorously, nearing the end of his picture. As he removed the last lid, he heard claps and whoops from the crowd. He added his final touch, putting a lighter in front of the finished painting, and spraying a paint can through the fire, creating a huge fireball that not only instantly dried the painting, it led to many gasps and excited screams from the crowd. Vik lifted the painting and showed it to the audience. It was a picture of a dark sky; stars, planets, and galaxies filling the page. The boy from earlier stepped foreword. "How much?" He asked, pointing at the masterpiece. Vik blushed as the blonde stared into his eyes, but managed to say, "5 for you." It was a beautiful painting, probably worth more than twenty, at least, but the guy was hot, and Vik didn't actually need the money, considering his day job as a waiter at a popular coffee shop. The boy grinned, and handed Vik a couple of crumpled up bills, which Vik could only assumed equaled his spoken amount. Vik rolled the painting into a taco shape, and grabbed a piece of masking tape to tie the ends together. The Blond smiled as he took the picture. When it was out of Vik's hands, the artist turned to the money he had been given, and counted it. It totaled up to 25, not just the 5 he had asked for. Vik removed the extra 20, in order to return it to the college boy, but as he did, a slip of paper fell out, with a phone number scribbled on it and the name, Simon. The boy was nowhere to be seen. The audience however, were all laughing and catcalling, as well as letting out little "Awwwwww"'s at the gesture. The blushing artist looked up at them, his tiny frame even smaller against the huge crowd, and immediately looked back towards the ground, stuffing the slip of paper and extra money in his pocket before grabbing another paper and pulling a spray paint can out with shaking fingers. Vik took a deep breath and started painting a second picture. The crowd booed. Vik attempted to ignore them, until a chant erupted of "Call him! Call him!" Vik shook his head and continued painting. His cheeks were a brighter red than his scarlet paint, and his fingers were fumbling over the supplies. Realizing that any more paintings would be shaky and subpar, he quickly finished his current piece and started to pack up for the night. As his fans saw him start to put away his tools, they slowly dispersed. When Vik was nearly cleaned up, and out of the awkward situation, he looked down to see that he had forgotten his bowl set out for money. Crouching down to pick it up, Vik failed to notice the other person until a hand intercepted his. looking up quickly, Vik's eyes met the bright blue one's of a total stranger, who was kneeling opposite the bowl. He was tall, and had golden blonde hair that stuck up to the left. His clothes were very expensive looking, and, to Vik, who was very good at judging people, he had the look of someone who was born into a rich family, but hated being upper-class. The stranger grinned at him. "Hi! My name's Lachlan!" Vik raised an eyebrow. "And what may I do for you Lachlan?" Lachlan laughed at the painter's abrupt attitude. "Well for starters, you can take this!" He pressed a couple of bills into Vik's palm. Vik looked down to see that each note was worth 100 dollars. He gasped lightly. Lachlan grabbed hold of Vik's wrist, and used his other hand to wrap Vik's fingers around the money. "And the next thing you can do for me," He said, smirking, "Is call that blonde dude from before." Vik's face melted into one of disbelief. "So you just paid me a crap ton of money to contact a total stranger?" Lachlan smiled brightly. " 'course! You'd make an adorable couple!" With that he got up, holding his hand out to a speechless Vik, who accepted it and stood shakily. Lachlan leaned in close to Vik's ear and whispered quietly, "That blonde guy is watching. Just trust me right now and don't think anything of this, k" He then smirked, grabbed the collar of Vik's shirt, and kissed him square on the lips, before saying a cheeky, "you're welcome!" And swaggering away. Vik stared after him in shock before packing up the rest of his stuff and stumbling to his car. He stowed away his supplies in the trunk before walking to the drivers seat. As he was about to enter the car, a force pushed him against the cool metal, spinning him to look directly at a recognizable face. It was Simon. Vik gulped, his eyes widening at the awkward position. "Who was that?" Simon asked, and Vik suddenly understood why Lachlan had kissed him. "dunno mate, but he was hot!" Vik said, grinning cheekily and playing along with Lachlan's ploy. Simon's eyes were filled with jealousy and venom, and Vik was suddenly unsure of the situation. What if Simon was a murderer or something? All Vik's doubtful thoughts were banished however, when he felt Simon's lips against his own. It was a beautiful feeling, that left Vik seeing the shooting stars that he loved painting explode behind his now closed eyes. When Simon withdrew, Vik felt as though he had taken the painter's heart with him, leaving him breathless and empty.
"So," said Simon, smirking. "You still don't want anything to do with me?" Vik could do nothing more than shake his head, as his voice had been diminished by a sense of awe.
"Call me." Simon said, before winking and walking away. Vik put his head in his hands, overwhelmed by the situation. I mean he was just a tiny painter, who performed on the streets of a polluted city, and Simon was, well, Simon. Someone leaned against the car next to him. "Whew!" Lachlan said, laughing. "That was spicy!" Vik looked at him skeptically. "Do you just really like butting into other people's business?" He said, slightly pissed, but mostly just sarcastic. Lachlan smiled. "Naw, I just make it my job to help cute relationships become canon. Anyway, I gotta go. Duty calls you know. In other words there's two guys over there that clearly need to start dating. like, pronto. See ya around Vik!" The painter stared after Lachlan, laughing at his antics. as the golden-blonde walked away, he shouted back to Vik.

"You can thank me later... When you get married!"