Simon Minter was not happy to be greeted with yet another rainy day. London showed no mercy for the poor boy and his uncontrollable boredom seemed to only grow.
His flat mate, CalFreezy, was not helping either. Glued to his phone, the annoying sounds of receiving a new text, so many that Simon just wanted to through the boys phone off the balcony. Simon didn't have friends like that, but he'd never admit that he was jealous. Cal was a YouTuber- and a pretty famous one at that. YouTubers always had friends.
Not Simon. Simon spent his days as a manager at a night club while Cal spent his work hours playing FIFA or football. And still managed to earn more than Simon. It just didn't seem fair to him.
"They saw you in my newest football video! All the viewers want to see more of you, they thought you were hilarious!"
Simon rolled his eyes at Callum's constant bickering. It's always been like that, every time Simon is even remotely seen in one of Cals videos (which happens quite frequently), his subs go nuts wanting to meet the tall man.
"No."
Simon sighed at the memory, wondering if Cal had been in any way right. Simon had been featured in quite a few of Cals videos, mainly football or holding the camera for him. Sometimes he'd accidentally walk in on the other boy recording. Freezy had once forcefully sat him down and made him read all his fans comments about him. They had created a hashtag, #whoseblondie. Simon rolled his eyes but continued to look through the multiple comments.
xsidemenx22: @calfreezy we demand to know #whoseblondie!
fifaplayer102: he's cuuuuute!!!!!!
calsneezy69: i bet he and cal are banging #whoseblondie
Behzinga: @calfreezy expose yourself #whoseblondie?
Callux: @calfreezy give him a YouTube channel already ffs
fifaboiiii: he's so good at football! #whoseblondie
It was weird to see that many people talking about him, especially people that Simon recognized as Freezys friends. Although he lived with the YouTuber, he had never seen much of Cals friends except on videos, mostly out of respect and privacy for Simon. Besides, working at the nightclub was a 12 hour shift so he wasn't at home most of the time.
Simon sighed and laid on his bed, realizing it'd be just another boring day as he let his eyes close shut.
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-Cora
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Cake Mix // MiniShaw
Fanfiction"I have 50 boxes of cake mix, we need to start making cakes ASAP where are you?" "I think you got the wrong number but count me in anyway, sounds like fun!"
