Even If. {A Jacksgap Fanfiction}

Could it Be Another Change

Song for this chapter: Could it Be Another Change by The Samples. Start playing it when you see the # sign and it'll enhance your reading by 60000 percent.

"So essentially, what I'm saying is that I'm !" I said cheerily to my camera and threw my arms up over my head. I wearily admit that it may have been a not-so-great idea, being that I hadn't showered that day and smelled slightly of stale Fritos. Nonetheless, I threw my arms in the air and squealed like a little girl because I could hardly contain my joy.

"Why, you may ask?" I continued, as if I was having a real conversation with my camera and video equipment. If you think about it, the whole process of filming videos of yourself is quite pathetic. When I first started, I felt like an absolute git, talking to no one and trying to be entertaining. I grew to admire it, though, my viewers and my videos being there for me, no matter what. They cared about what I had to say and what I had to sing, and as long as they cared would be as long as I would continue to make content for them. The money was good too, so it put food on the table.

"Cause I'm bored," I swiveled on my chair and put on an over-exaggerated frown, "and I want to pursue my music career more. Explore my possibilities. Seriously, I don't think you guys understand how excitement is almost literally nonexistent in Cheshire. It's my home and all and it's beautiful, but I want More with a capital M."

I wish I were lying. Spend your life working in a library in a quiet town where no one does anything besides move away when they're old enough in pursuit of a better life. It was just so... blah. It's enough to make a person dream of More. I couldn't quite describe exactly what I was searching for in London, so More would have to suffice.

"I know, I know. How ironic that my YouTube name is CheshireCat. I've come so far and now I have to get a new username," I chuckled. I mean, I hated the name already, but when you're two years in with two million subscribers, you can't exactly switch it, can you?

"I also know that on my channel, you usually see the happy and funny me who writes and sings silly songs and shows you clothes, but I want to be honest with you guys about my life too. Real. I wouldn't have been able to make this move without your support, and since you have made this possible, you should know that I'm running away. Don't worry, not from the authorities, but from the past. Cheshire is lovely. I'll always cherish my memories here, but I can't stay here anymore. I hope that through this move, I'll be able to discover more of myself. The real me, not the Cheshire me, the only me I've ever known. I want to meet more of you lovely viewers and I want to see more of the world. I'm so excited to go on this journey, and I promise your support will get me through the other side of this funk. Subscribe if you want updates on my (hopefully crazy!) life and I'll see you all next week. Hugs and kisses," I smiled and did my cheesy end segment where I waved like a crazy person and laughed before turning the camera off. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders after talking about the move. Sure, I wasn't very in-depth about what I was running away from, but just verbalizing it made me feel less like a hopeless case. Thank goodness for Youtube.

I picked up my french bulldog Zeus. "How was that, Z??" 

He just did as he always did and stuck his tongue out like a zombie, panting like mad. What a dork.

I took the memory card out of my camera and loaded it into my laptop, adding cheesy background and filters to the video before cutting out all the awkward parts and merging it into a little piece of my heart. Satisfied, I began uploading it with a smile before updating the Twitterverse.

"@Beth_Stark: Just uploaded a cheeky little video:D Check it out and give it a thumbs up! MWAH!"

I spotted Zeus in the corner of the room, jumping up and down, barking hilariously. It was quite a funny sight, his little fat rolls jiggling when he hopped up and down. If your heart didn't melt on the spot, you didn't have one. End of story.