James Marriott x WillNE

Will and Jim

James' POV

I arrived at the exact time I was supposed to according to the stupidly detailed text that Will had sent me a week ago. I forgot all about it until this morning anyway, but at least I made it on time because I don't think I could handle Will's attitude if I didn't. He loves me, really.

"Daddy's home!" I shout as I walk into the office, creasing into a fit of giggle as Mikey laughs in my general direction. Will's face has a hint of a smile, but like always, his head tilts to one side and he sighs exasperatingly.

"Right, there's no need for all of that. Sit down." He huffs under his breath, turning toward Abby who was previously telling him something, i'm assuming it was important. I feel a momentary pang of guilt before forcing a smile and glancing at Mikey;

"Ooh, yes sir, don't mind if I do." As I take a seat, I see Will's hand raise up and immediately assume he's going to whack me on the head. I'm not scared or upset by it, it's an inside joke between us. I just laugh more and duck my head away as his hand lands flat on the table.

"Let me listen to what she's fucking saying!" He sounds frustrated, but I know he's trying not to laugh. I oblige, though, because i'm slightly scared that Abby doesn't like me very much. I think she does, but I think she'd rather hang out with other youtubers. Like.. the sidemen or something. I mean, who wouldn't. That's guaranteed retirement money right there. But it just sort of irks me that the crew never really invites me out anywhere. Will would, if it was up to him, but i've heard he doesn't really go out with them either. It's strange, I guess. I try not to let it bother me.

"Alright so we're doing a sort of sweets tasting video." Will mutters as he tries to get his laptop together.

"Brother." I huff a little as I look over at the man on my left. "I'm literally dieting and you insist on pumping me full of sugar every time I come here."

"You're fine." He grumbled, finally pulling up his laptop and looking toward Mikey. "Are you ready to film?"

"Yeah." I stretch out my arms and then nervously ruffle my hair. It doesn't matter how many times I do this, it still freaks me out a little.

"Three, two, one-"