Emery Grace: Youtuber {discontinued}

eighth chapter

I hope everyone knows that publishing videos would take a long time once in a while because yOUR LAPTOP LIES TO YOU AND SAYS YOU'RE CONNECTED TO WIFI BUT IT DOESN'T ACT LIKE IT IS. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, LAPTOP. Love you though.

That's why I was sitting at a cafe near the flat, just trying to keep my calm even though I am extremely frustrated in the inside. Why would it not just freaking upload? I mentally cursed the slow connection while taking a sip of my hot chocolate. It is the day of me uploading a main channel video that isn't an Unscripted Tuesday, or in Caspar's words...

FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY

I looked out of the window, feeling like such a movie star, and watched the people walk around. There was a little girl who was running and her mother was chasing her with a concerned look, but when the child entered a toy store, she immediately looked exasperated and reluctantly trudged after her while shaking her head. There was a man wearing a fedora that is a bright yellow, for some reason, contrasting with the rest of his all-black attire. I laughed to myself after imagining making Dan wear that. It would be priceless. Then I saw a woman who was casually walking on the other side of the street. She was rummaging her bag for a while, then brought out her phone. As she talked into it, her eyes started to widen and tear up. I'll be honest and say I wanted to go out and ask her what was wrong, but she immediately ran away after hanging up the phone. And so, my life went on without knowing what happened to her.

My thoughts were interrupted when a bright flash came from behind me. I immediately turned around and looked for the source of such bright light.

Is it God? Do I die now? I'm not ready. What even, was my hot chocolate poisoned? Who poisoned me? Can I haunt people now? What about my video? HAS IT UPLOADED ALREADY? This gives a whole new meaning to 'waiting until I die'.

Oh, it's just Joe. Hello Joe.

"What are you doing?" I inquired. He smiled at me in greeting and took a seat opposite mine. "Look," he passed his phone to me and showed the picture he took of me looking out the window.

"Wow, the lighting is amazing." I commented. "Send that to me." I am going to make it my profile picture somewhere because damn I looked good, and I don't usually do that. "I'll post it on Twitter and tag you, is that alright?" He asked, to which I nodded. I don't have Instagram so, yeah...

Connor Franta would be disappointed.

If I meet him.

Gods, I want to meet him, that adorable little human being.

"Why do we keep having impromptu meet ups, what's up with that?" I asked him jokingly. This is the second time, like what. Perks of being neighbours, I guess.

"Perks of being neighbours, I guess." He shrugged and chuckled. My eyebrows raised at this because he seriously just read my mind, but he didn't notice that because he was too busy drinking a cup of coffee.

Oh wait, it's not coffee. It's hot chocolate.

Oh wait, it's not his, it'S MINE. JOE FREAKING SUGG WTF.

"Hey!" I shouted in protest as I realised what he was doing, all the while mentally enlisting curse words jokingly aimed at him. "What do you think you're doing?" I tried to keep an angry expression but I could feel the corners of my mouth turn up, threatening to break into a smile.

"Drinking hot chocolate." He replied cheekily before taking another sip of it. "Well, it's not really hot anymore, it's like at normal temperature now. How long have you been here?" He twisted the conversation and turned the subject to me. I rolled my eyes at his obvious lack of subtlety when it comes to changing topics, but answered nonetheless. "I've been here for an hour, I guess. Give or take thirty minutes. The damn video won't upload." I casually snatched the cup from him and took a sip from it before putting it back on the table, but not letting it go. I raised an eyebrow at him as if to challenge him to try and take it, which he responded to by raising his own eyebrow and smirking.