YouTube's Princess (Westheeditor)

Stephanie

I woke up the next morning thinking that I was in my apartment. When I rolled onto my side and squinted my eyes I saw Wes sitting at a computer desk that had three computers set up on it. I recollected my thoughts from last night and took a deep breath. Wes turned his head slightly and smiled when he saw that I was awake, "Good morning." He said happily in a whisper as he took off his headphones, "Joven and I made breakfast if you are hungry." I didn't say anything. It was too early to speak, "Bacon, eggs, toast?" He said with a quiet laugh as his eyes rested on me, "Are you still sleeping?"

"Where did you sleep?" I asked him with a raspy morning voice. The bedroom door had been left open. I could hear Joven singing in the kitchen.

"I slept on the couch," He said with a smile as he spun his chair to face me.

"I'm sorry." I said as I wiped my eyes.

"It was no problem. I wouldn't make you sleep on the couch." He told me with a cute smile.

"Thank you." I said shyly and avoided his eyes.

We sat their quietly for a few minutes before he spoke again, "If I can ask, why were you so curious about Callie last night?"

"You seemed upset when they talked about her," I answered honestly as I rubbed my arms, slightly shrugging my shoulders, "I was just curious." I paused for a moment as I remembered our conversation during dinner. I glanced at the door as the room got quiet and slowly rolled out of his bed. After shutting the door I returned to the bed and sat across from him, "It's kind of soon to be spilling my backstory," I said with a forced laugh, "And I'm not really great at keeping friends around in general, but I should probably tell you why I haven't dated."

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He stared at me and I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach as I began to speak. I paused before starting and felt my mouth turn dry. I had never revealed my past to anyone before now, "From the time I turned eight, until the time I finally moved out, my father-," I avoided his eyes and brushed my bangs behind my ears, "he sexually abused me." I shifted uncomfortably in my spot, hoping that he wouldn't ask questions about the topic, "It has been almost seven years since since I got off of the farm, but-," I slightly shook my head, "That's why I've never dated." I told him as I hesitantly looked up to meet his eyes.

He looked heart broken, "Where is he now?" He asked me hesitantly as he shifted in his chair and leaned his chin in his palm.

"In jail," I answered calmly, "We had a huge trial, and-." I avoided his eyes.

"What about your mother?" He asked and I felt my heart jump into my throat.

"She's dead," I said bluntly as I stared down at my hands.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly.

I shook my head and glanced up at him, "I'm not," he waited for further explanation and a single tear rolled down my cheek, "She knew- ."

"She let it happen?" He asked quickly with his jaw dropped.

I wiped my tears and looked up at him, "The only other people who know are the police," I said as I stared down at my shaking hands, "So, I would really appreciate if that stayed between us."

"I promise," He said and I looked up to meet his light brown eyes, "I won't tell anyone." The room got quiet, "and I won't let anyone ever hurt you like that again. I'm glad you told me." I forced a smile, but my heart felt like it was lodged in my throat.

Suddenly I felt like I could tell him anything. It felt like I actually had someone to fall back on, "Would you like breakfast in bed?" He asked me to lighten the mood.

"Is that an option?" I asked quietly as he jumped to his feet.

"I'll be right back," he left the room and I crawled back into his bed. As I fixed the pillows against the headboard and adjusted the blanket around my legs he came back in holding a lap tray with two palates of food.

He placed the tray over my legs and took his plate, "I love home cooked bacon." I told him happily with a smile as I took a bite.

He sat on the bed facing me, "Joven!" He called loudly as he began to make a breakfast sandwich on his plate, "We are eating breakfast in my room!" He shouted.

"Am I invited to eat with you?" Joven shouted back from the kitchen and I lightly smiled.

"No! I was just letting you know!" Wes yelled back to him while letting out his cute laugh. A few minutes later Joven knocked on the open door with his plate of food balanced in his left hand, "What took you so long?" Wes asked with a laugh and Joven crawled onto the bed.

After we ate breakfast Joven stood in the kitchen cleaning dishes, "I should probably get back home." I told Wes, "Thank you for breakfast and letting me sleep in your bed." I said awkwardly as we entered the living room.

"Anytime," he said happily and he guided me towards the door, "I'll walk you to your car." I said goodbye to Joven, then exited the apartment, "You should come by Smosh Games one day," he told me as we began to walk down the stairs.

"I would lose all of the games." I said, feeling completely relaxed around him, "I don't play video games."

"You just need practice," he told me with a smile, "And I can help you." The air fell quiet as we moved further down the stairs, "Did you decide who you want to sing with?" He asked.

"There are a lot of people that I want to sing with," I told him with a smile as I thought of all the famous singers, "Who would you suggest?"

He shuffled on his feet as we reached the lobby area, "I don't know," he said, awkwardly shrugging his shoulders, "But we need to decide fast so we can release the song."

"What about you?" I asked hesitantly and he paused.

"I'm no professional singer," he said with his girly laugh and a cute smile.

"You just need practice," I told him happily, "And I can help you."