Falling For A Douchebag (Shane Dawson Fanfic)

Chapter 10

Shane's POV

It took a while but, soon enough, she replied. She agreed. There was just one problem: I had no idea what the fuck we would do. I really should've thaught this one through, but apparently I'm not smart enough to think. Great. I decided to just ask her. I mean, I saw some of her videos and her ideas were amazing.

Beallyful: Well, I could write a quik skit.

The contact name is a mix of Beautiful and Ally... stop judging... oh, nevermind. I was just really glad she had an idea. She's like a fucking miracle worker. I love that about her.

Alison's POV

I woke up again in an aroma of cologne with mirrors surrounding me. I walked out the door and followed the scent of bacon. I saw Tyler standing in front of those sizzling masterpieces. It was like a fat girls dream.

I walked behind him and hugged his waist, feeling his bare skin against my hands. "Hey babe," he said, turning around and planting a kiss on my forehead. I smiled.

"Hey, what about my lips? They're lonely." I said, fake pouting. "Can't sweety, morning breath." He said scooping up the bacon. I turned tword the table and rolled my eyes. Morning breath? What kind of excuse is that?

I sat down at the table and we ate in silence. I looked at my phone and saw a text from Shane. He thought it was a great idea. Now I had to think of a plot. The hardest part.

I really want this one to be good. I mean, it's Shane Dawson! He was like the king of skits back when YouTube was new. Those skits are still good, though, and I love the messages they teach. I just love Shane... 's skits. I can't love Shane! What about Tyler? Oh, God.

Shane's POV

I stared at the blank pages in my notebook. Maybe it's time to do another skit. I haven't done all that much since my emo-hair days, but I think I'm okay with that.

I still love writing screenplays and stuff, I just feel like I've grown out of skits and more into acual movies. Hell, I'm almost thirty!

That's acually not a bad idea. It could be about someone turning thirty and all the stuff he can't do anymore, but then he reliezes all the stuff he accomplished over the years. I guess that wouldn't really be relatable to my twelve year old fans, but we'll just have to add in some dick jokes. I would've anyway.

I opened up my phone again and messaged Ally my idea. That'll save her some time. Figuring out what to do for the plot can be hard. I continued editing the last video I had shot, while letting Hoarders drain out to the background.

I heard a knock on the door. I was really suprised. No one comes over unless it's for a collab or something to do with my career. I walked to the door, a bit hesitantly, but then I opened the door to a familiar face.

A/N
OOOOOOOOOO! Who is it? Leave your guesses in the comments!

Anyway, I wanted to ask you guys something. I haven't really been writing all that often and I think it would really help me out if you guys give me a day to update it on. That way it should give me more of an incentive to write, get it done and published faster.

I'm gonna update once a week, just give me a day in the comments! Thank you guys for reading and loving Shane as much as I do!
Go Shane Army/ Dawson whores! 🤓 ok, bye love ya!
-loser out