A/N: Tyler's P.O.V was written by Pie and Connor's by Stef. Comment letting us know what you think and of course don't forget to vote if you liked the chapter! ~Pie & Stef
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Tyler’s P.O.V
As we walked I was instantly surrounded by my fellow Youtuber friends. ‘Happy birthday’ was being shouted from every direction. What can I say? I’m Tyler Oakley. In all the commotion I was dragged away, and I ,of course, went along with it. A party’s a party, am I right? It wasn’t until a few shots later, that I realized there was something or should I say someone missing. Or maybe two. Damn; I lost Winter and Julliet.
Winter’s P.O.V
Where the fuck is Tyler going? I don’t know. Let’s party. Oh, and note my sarcasm.
Are you serious? Fuck this, I’m going straight to the bathroom. The same way I used to hide from people in middle and high school.I began to scurry away from the group of people, in search of a bathroom. Not even Julliet crossed my mind. Ugh. I hate this place!I bumped into someone and instantly apologized. Oh my god was that... Anthony from Smosh?Oh lord. I just touched Anthony Padilla. Another familiar face caught my eyes. Oh my fucking god; Connor Franta. That’s Connor Franta. Just walk away winter, walk away.
Julliet’s P.O.V.
Well, there goes the only two people I know. I sigh and push through the crowd. I really cannot stand being surrounded by people. Even less being surrounded by complete strangers. Tyler didn’t even tell me who would be here and he obviously didn’t bother introducing me to a single one of them. I end up finding a secluded place and sitting on the couch. I take out my phone and begin browsing tumblr out of my boredom. Not long after, I felt the cushion sink next to me. Looking to my right, I see a guy around my age. His hair was a light brown and his eyes a beautiful green.
“You looked lonely.” He explained, it coming to my attention that he didn’t have an American accent like everyone I knew, but instead a British one.
“Yeah, I don’t really know any of Tyler’s other friends.”
“Yeah, I was guessing since I’ve never seen you before. I would’ve remembered a girl with pink hair.” The boy jokes.
I clear my throat, hoping that my cheeks weren’t matching the color of my hair.
“I’m Julliet.” I hold out my hand.
“Jack.” He speaks, pulling me into an unexpected hug.
Connor’s P.O.V
I was having a great time talking to JC and Trevor when I saw this ball of pastel purple hair walking through the crowd of people. I wondered who she was since I knew almost everyone here. It almost seemed as if she was hiding from someone or as if she didn’t want to get attention...
