Falling For A Douchebag (Shane Dawson Fanfic)

Chapter 2

Alison's POV

We set up a few things around my apartment, finding a few rats in the process. I sat on my bed with my laptop and checked my most recent skit. I looked at the veiw count and started flipping out. My whole face lit up with excitement. I immediately high-fived myself, jumped out of bed, and started dancing like a maniac. I'm talking, crumping, twerking, and a few unknown things that just, happened. I texted everyone I knew and tweeted it. My first viral video.

I put on my clubbing dress to go celebrate. I notified an uber and went to the hottest club that I could get into. I walked in and acually recognized few people! My eyes widened. I took a selfie and snapchatted, as you do, if the only job you have is YouTube. I saw a few people vlogging and couldnt help but laugh as someone got bumped and their camera fell. That was a genius idea. I went up to the bar to get a drink.

"Slippery nipple, please." I said to the bartender. "Really?" He replied. "No I just wanted to say slippery nipple. Just get me a normal shot."
"You do relieze those burn, right?"
"You do relieze that I'm already on fire, right?" I said jokingly, as he prepared the shot. "You sure are." I heard a voice from behind me say, "aye, make that two on me," then he turned to me and continued, "although, I wouldn't argue if you wanted them to be on you." He said smirking.

I would've rejected him right there, except for the fact that a guy way out of my league was saying it. "Well at least buy me dinner and a movie before you try something like that." I reply, returning his smirk. He smiled and nodded be for replying, "deal. I'm Tyler."
"Alison."
"Well, Alison, can I call you Ally?"
"Most people do."

"I don't want to be most people to you." He said with a completely serious expression. I blushed and looked at the ground, while biting my lip. He gently lifted my face, handing me a shot. I smiled and popped my head back. "So, what brings you here?" He asked.

"Um, a promotion at work." I said, not wanting to tell him I was a YouTuber. "Oh, cool. What do you do?" He said pulling up bar stools for us. Crap. "Um... social media marketing."
"Really? Well maybe you could do me later.... Sorry, that sounded alot better in my head." He said, laughing. I laughed, but it was fake. Why did he have to be one of those guys? He's so... well, hot. He has blonde hair that I want to run my hands through, blue eyes that you can get lost in. Everything about his appearences was perfect.

I should've known he was a douchebag. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't. He was like a magnet and I was metal. In other words, he was a chick magnet. A piece of metal gets separated from a magnet using an outside force, but where could I get one of those? No one would care about me that much.

*1 hour and 10 shots later*

"Oh my God, who's foot did I step on... oh wait it was mine." I giggled at Tyler. He held back his laughter. I flopped my hands down on his shoulders. "You are so...hot!" I said, slurring my words a bit. "Well, in that case, do you wanna go back to my place?" I giggled again.
"Sure."

Shane's POV

" If you wanna see me eat more weird food I'll put a link to the playlist down in the description. Anyway, I hope you had fun hanging with me cuz I had fun hanging with you and I will see you tomarrow. Bye" I kissed my hand and covered the screen with it, just like every other day of my life. I'm not complaining, I mean I love seeing the positive effect I've had on people's lives, but it gets a little boring after a while.

The good part about these videos is I get extras for midnight, which leaves extras in my toilet later, if you know what I'm saying. I sat on my couch and turned on the my obnoxiously large flat screen TV to my DVR. I sat there and watched people with worse lives than me through the corner of my eyes while I was editing, all night. God, I need to get a life.