Give Me Love (cubesmp)

Chapter three

After only five and a half hours of sleep, it's about 5:30 am. I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep. I realize the sun is rising, so I might as well go watch it.
Hoping out of bed in my pj shorts and a tank top, I decide to put a hoodie on so I won't be too cold. I tip toe down the hall way and open the door slowly, trying not to wake anyone up.

Out in my back yard, I climb the at least 30 year old oak tree to the very top.

My god, it was beautiful. The sky was painted with pastel colours. They danced together, looking perfectly in sync. At the bottom, right by the sun, was an amazing orange. A bold, loud pink surrounded that. The pink turns more delicate and into a pastel. The very last colour was a purple, but it couldn't just be described as purple. It was a mellow lavender.

I could stare at this sight forever.

All the colours go away until the sky is basically just blue. I'm guessing it's about 6, so I climb back down the tree, and into the house.

First thing I do when I make it back into my room is check my phone. I was right, the time read 6:03.

After scrolling down Twitter for quite a bit, I heard some noise and looked at the time again. 6:58. It must be my brother that is awake.

I doze off and am awaken by my phone dinging from a dm on Twitter.

Graser10: hey! U up?

I replied with

BrooklynBridgeYT: yeah I am now, why?

Graser10: wanna hop on ts to record?

BrooklynbridgeYT: Yeah, sure what room?

Graser10: room 9 I'll be a minute though

Classic graser. Asks to record, but isn't even ready.

I get off my bed and walk over to the computer and open us minecraft, along with teamspeak.

I re check the dm, just to make sure it said room 9.

I enter room 9, and play a spotify playlist as I wait for graser to enter. I open up Instagram on my phone and after 2 and a half songs I hear "user entered your channel"

"Ay graser!" I say. "what we're you planing on recording today?"

"Uhh, I must have got the wrong room." a familiar voice says, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Oh uh, sorry," I say embarrassed.

"Wait, you're recording with graser right now?" He says. WHO IS HE?

"Yeah I was supposed to, I mean," I trail off.

"So was I," the voice says with the cutest chuckle. Rusher! That's who it is. I never really watched his videos, but God is he hot.

"Oh, well I guess we're recording together?" I say.

"Uh yeah I guess," he says. "So uh, how'd you meet graser?"

"Through Will, last night, actually," I say while giggling. Its kind of ridiculous now that I think about it.

"Wait, are you brook by chance?" He asks.

"Yeah, uh how'd you know?"

"Oh, graser told me about you!"

That makes me blush like crazy. Thank god we weren't on face cam. Just because I'm a crazy person, I check to make sure I'm not.

Okay, I'm not but wait, rusher is. I don't think he realized it because he was shirtless and looked like he just got out of she shower. Shit. He was fucking hot.

"Is this you?" He asks as I get a ping from my phone saying that he followed me on Twitter.

"Yeah," I reply followed with a fake laugh.

"Why'd you laugh?" Rusher asks.

"Oh um I don't know. I'm sorry, Its just that you're thecampingrusher," I say with empathize on the, "I mean it was just to-"

"Call me Brayden," he says with a smile. I was still looking at his face cam because Jesus, was he gorgeous.

"Okay, so Brooklyn," he starts. "how old are you?" he asks.

"You know you can call me brook right? I never go by Brooklyn."

"I want to know everything about you, then maybe I'll call you brook. You see, nick names are for your friends, we're not friends. Not yet at least. So go on, make me your friend." he says acting all mature.

"Okay deal," I say back. "but, in return, you tell me everything too."

"This sound like 20 questions," Brayden points out.

"Yeah, I mean, you are a teenage white boy," I say with a snicker at the end. He laughs and so I start to tell him.