Chapter Three

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Chris’ POV

Last night I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been on YouTube for a long time but I didn’t really have any friends who also make videos, I was really excited for this sleepover! To hopefully have some friends in the YouTube community. I was awake quite early that Saturday, probably because I hadn’t slept. It was 7:30am, PJ and I had been direct messaging each other on twitter pretty much every day since the Tuesday that we met. He had told me that he was going to meet me at Piccadilly train station (because it was close to Dan and Phil’s flat) at 3:30pm and we’d just go straight there. So I had eight hours yet. I was too excited! I didn’t know what to do for all of that time.

 I had my cup of coffee and I’d already finished my cereal, so I decided to film a little video. It had been a while since I had put anything up. I turned on the camera and just started talking.

“Hello there. So, my name is Chris Kendall, and today is quite a special day for me. I’m up quite early, because I didn’t sleep last night, I’ve just been way too excited! No... Not in that way, ya dirty bastards, something rather exciting is happening for me this afternoon and I am going to tell you about it in just a little while. I've got my coffee, ya know, I am ready for the day!" I put up a fist and made that last sentence manly, I giggled and carried on.

"So a few days ago I met a lovely bloke in skinny jeans and stylish glasses who also makes YouTube videos, you may know of him, his name is kickthepj” I went onto explain our encounter and how PJ had tried to be funny and spilled his tea everywhere, and I also told them about the skittles and tea thing.

 “He’s a very funny man! Anyway, he’s very kindly invited me to the house of Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil, which I’m very excited about! I don’t meet PJ until 3:30 this afternoon, so I thought I’d make this little video to tell you what I’ve been up to! Later I might film some videos at the sleepover, if I’m allowed! But until then, I think that’s pretty much all I wanted to tell you, until next time YouTube! Bye” I turned off the camera, made my way over to my macbook, plugged in my camera and started editing straight away. I uploaded the video and it was live by 9:45. I didn’t really know what to do after that. I tweeted 'new video! In which I tell you about this lovely fellow YouTube of whom I've just met' with a link to the video, and then I just grabbed my coat and decided to head out for a walk. It was a nice day so why not?

 I left my flat, completely ignoring Mr. Einaem’s threatening note that he’d left earlier that morning. Nothing could bring me down today, and I mean nothing. I was going to a sleepover with other YouTuber’s! I still couldn’t believe it. I decided to celebrate by going to my favourite ice-cream bar (Vanilla Ice’s) I walked through the door with the biggest smile on my face and made my way over to the counter. Charisa, the big sassy black cashier, had a big smile on her face too, but I think it was because I was happy, normally I only go to Vanilla Ice’s if I’ve had a bad day. “Well Christopher, you seem happy today” she boomed.

“I am, Charisa, I am” I smiled, nodded and sat down on one of the high stools in front of the counter whilst Charisa made me my usual (vanilla sundae with nuts, sprinkles and chocolate sauce) and handed it to me. I paid her and we continued our chat while she put the money into the till, the place wasn’t all that busy this morning. It’s the weekend so the kids won’t be out of bed until at least midday. “So, what is it that you so happy about, sweet pop?” Sweet pop is what she always called me.

“Well, see, I met this guy” I began to explain. I had never told anyone that I thought I might be gay, but Charisa kind of picked up on it, I was still confused and she was very understanding.

“Oooh, handsome?”

“Yes. Yes. He’s... Very handsome, actually” I looked down, thinking to myself. Could I really be gay? Charisa finished putting the money into the till and giving me my change. She leaned on the counter and began talking sympathetically.

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