Mystery Boy

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Daniels POV
Crash! I hear as my cart goes flying into someone. This damn person came out of no where.
"I'm so sorry", I remark as I look down to see a fit, hazelnut hair colored man with cute scruff, golden nails, and sparkling green eyes staring up at me.
Oh my god that's Joey Graceffa. I just mowed over the possibly hottest YouTuber on the planet. I hear a sneeze and it breaks my trance. I realize that I was staring. I blush furiously and turn away.
"Sorry, You're Joey Graceffa, right", I ask eagerly.
"Why yes I am", his adorable, excited voice squeaks.
God, he is adorable. Then, at the worst possible time, I feel my pants tighten up. Shit, I think.
Joey looks down and giggles.
"Here, have my number!", he squeaks as he snatches my rose gold iPhone 6s out of my pocket. He fiddles with it a little bit then says "Hey! What's your password, mister", he smiles then slyly says "mister Preda".
"How do you know my name? I practically yell.
"Hey, calm yourself boy, don't act like I haven't seen you in Vogue", he remarks then giggles, shoves my phone back into my hands, grabs his cart and the now room temperature milk, then races out to checkout.
---------------------------------------------- When I get home I look at his contact. He put his name in as Mystery Boy with a little heart by it. I giggle to myself, then text him.
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Hello there Mystery Boy, wanna come over? 😏
Who is this?
Baby, I'm your dream. Guess.
Hmm. Who did I meet at the grocery store today?
It could be Mister Preda.
I'll go out on a limb and say that it is. Text me your address.
I swiftly poke in my address and send it to Joey. I go to take a shower and put on a blue button up, black skinny jeans and some of my red Jordans. Just as I'm ready, the doorbell rings.

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