Games, Vlogs, and One Hell of a Ride (Jeanmarco AU)

Chapter 4: Marco

A/N
GOD I FEEL SO RUSTY HHH BUT IMMA TRY. ALSO BAILEY IS A NERD.

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I glance at the little digital clock in between my youtube browsing and notice it's 10:30. Do I care? Eh.

I continue to wade through the shitstorm that is youtube when my laptop emits a little ping.

I minimize youtube and go to my email, where it reads Message from DarkHorse.

He's already replied? I think giddily.

Sub: Hi Marco!
I'm so glad to hear you like my channel! I've actually watched you for quite a while too, and I would really like it if we could become friends. Maybe we could even do a collab? I think that would be fun. Here's my number: (211) 230 8999. Just text me!

Holy shit yesyesyesyes. Not only did he respond, he wants to hang out with me!

I'm not sure what this feeling is, but it's a good one. Picking up my phone, I immediately enter the number into my contacts, then hit the message button. Who cares what time it is?

Marco: Hey, it's Marco! Is this DarkHorse?

I stare at the screen for a moment, waiting for an immediate response. This is stupid. He's just a guy. I turn off the screen and lay it down. But even after I've done so, I just sit there watching my phone, just waiting for it to sprout legs or something.

After probably a million years I decide to stop being a weirdo and go back to my youtube cave, but then my phone rings out that familiar chime.

(211) 230 8999: hey marco! my name's not actually DarkHorse, yknow. just call me Jean.

The butterflies in my stomach become violent as I read his name. Jean. How fascinating.

Marco: Sorry lol, hi Jean
Jean: hey, so about that collab thing. you think you would be up for that?
Marco: Yeah, that sounds cool!
Jean: i'm glad to hear that :D where do you live?

That's when I pause. I don't even know this guy! He could be a murderer for all I know. I mean I highly doubt it, but still.

Even though that thought nags at me, I can't help but want to trust him. There's just something about him that makes me feel as if I've known him for years.

Marco: I live in San Diego. How about you?
Jean: i live in Santa Maria.

My heart sinks a little. That's four and a half hours away. It almost feels like I've lost something, and I know it's stupid. I don't even know him.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Jean: i suppose that's kinda far, huh..
Marco: Yeah, a bit. But hey, it's all good.

I pause to look at the clock again. 11:00 pm. It's not like I have a job besides youtube, but it's best for me to go to sleep.

Marco: It's kinda late, so I probably should go to bed. Goodnight, Jean
Jean: goodnight!

I lay my phone on my night stand and pull my blanket over my head. I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and I don't even know why. All I know is that by sending that email, I've probably changed my life forever.

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A/N
Damn writing is hard. Also this is kinda short but gimme a break, I haven't added anything to this in a year. I just gotta get into the swing of things. I have every intention of actually finishing this story, so get ready for it guys, gals, and nonbinary pals