just tell me ; joe sugg

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A/N: lol who else watches the walking dead?

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"Why did you leave?" He asked suddenly. I didn't even get to answer that question because he kept talking. "Everyone of my classmates had parents and I only had one. Where were you this whole time? Did I disappoint you or something? Was I not special enough?"

I was shocked. What was I supposed to say to that? I don't even remember half of what he said, but my head remained on one part of his voice: "Where were you this whole time? Was I not special enough?"

I slid off the bed and kneeled down right next to him. He shifted in his bed, and he seemed uncomfortable. "Mason, you are very special to me. Even though I just figured out you are my son, I always knew that there was something very special about you the day I met you." I said seriously, staring into his blue eyes. I felt like I was staring at a mirror.

"Why did you leave then?" He asked again, his voice cracking.

I sighed. "It's complicated. I know that I left for Britain when your mum was conceived with you- wait, do you know what conceived means?"

He nodded.

"Well, she never told me, but there was a reason for that." I said slowly, and that was all I was going to say about that. "All right, well, I'm going to leave you to your reading. You're a smart fellow, you know that, mate?"

"I guess I am." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why do you guys say 'mate?'"

"Um, I guess it's the equivalent of saying 'dude,' or 'bro.'" I said, remembering watching Connor Franta and Marcus Butler's YouTube video on America vs. England.

"Oh," he said. I stood up from my knees and walked over to the door. I started to leave when I heard footsteps towards me and small arms wrapped around me.

I looked down and saw Mason below me. I felt his fresh hot tears leak through my shirt and onto my skin, and I leaned down and hugged him just as tight as he was.

"Why are you crying, little mate?" I asked him as he pulled away, but his arms will still wrapped around my legs. I pushed some of his fringe out of the way of his forehead.

"I didn't actually mean that I hate you." He confessed, hugging me again. "I only said it because I was mad. I don't think I could ever hate you, even though I just figured out that you are my dad." He said into my shoulder.

I couldn't help it, I started to get teary. My heart felt like it was tearing apart every word he said. I felt this connection between Mason and I, and I wrapped my arms around him again.

"Now that I know that you're my dad," he started, "I don't think I could ever avoid you. I always thought that my dad would be a horrible person; but you, you're nice to my mom and me. You even tried to cheer me up that one night. I know now that you're a good person."

He had strong words for an 8 year old. I full out started to cry, and he started to cry with me, too. I pulled away and I wiped his tear stained face and pushed his light blonde hair out of his face again.

"You're a good person, too, mate."

He smiled. "Thank you, mate." He tried copying my accent. I chuckled.

"We can work on your accent later on."

"Even though I just met you, I actually kind of missed you a lot."

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Liana walked back into the room when Mason just fell asleep. I was laying on my belly on the bed next to him, staring at his facial features. I realised that he looked so much more like me than Liana. The only things he inherited from Liana were her cheekbones and her face structure.

Liana sat down next to me, and I noticed that she changed into her pajamas. She wore a cat sweatshirt with some pants, and her hair was put into a messy side braid. Leave it to Liana to look beautiful without even trying.

"I'm guessing you worked things out." She said, caressing Mason's cheekbones.

"We did." I nodded. I heard her sigh.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, looking at me. Her eyes screamed at me that she was scared and worried. "About the whole YouTube thing."

I laced my fingers through hers, and squeezed. She looked at me, and I couldn't help it. "Come here," I mumbled as I softly took my other hand and guided her chin towards me with my fingers.

Her lips softly touched mine, and she kissed me back. I got this tingly feeling in my stomach that I always got when I had some sort of touch with her. I played with the ends of her brown hair like I always do. She pulled away, frowning.

"You didn't answer my question."

"It's obvious that I can't keep this away from my YouTube life." I pointed out. "Even if I tried to keep this all private, I obviously just can't. My fans have mad detective skills. They would figure out everything in less than a month."

Flashback*

"You already know what I want my future to be." Liana whined as she took a sip from her soda can.

"Tell me it again. I like to listen to it."

She rolled her eyes and I smiled. "Okay, fine. So, I want to apply to a Florida university. But I mainly want to get into UCF for my undergraduate years, then maybe go to UF for my graduate years. So, obviously, you already know that I want to be a doctor. I want to major in Medicine and work as an OBGYN. But, anyways, after I graduate and finish college, I want to move to Boston, Massachusetts and maybe, when I'm ready, maybe have a family there."

I kept staring at her in awe. "Talk about your dream family."

"Oh, I guess I never told you this." She stated, shifting on her butt. "Obviously, I want a hot guy to marry me. But he has to make me laugh. If he doesn't have my sense of humor, then he's a goner. Other than that, he can be smart and sophisticated, and not stupid. I don't know who that will be. But I want two kids. A boy named William and a girl named Marci."

"Is there a reason why you picked those names?"

She shrugged. "No, I just like the two names."

"Well, go on."

"Uh, maybe get a dog and a cat. For a dog, I would want a Golden Retriever because to be honest, those are frickin' cute." She said, and I laughed. "And a cat."

"That's it, I guess. What about you?" She asked me.

I shrugged. "I have no idea what I'm doing. I look around and everybody knows where they're headed, or at least what they want. I'm lost."

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