I Want to Help You (CrankGamePlays x OC) [COMPLETED]

Time to Leave

It's eleven o'clock. I just finished the sketch for Mark's next t-shirt. I quietly pack up my stuff and put on my YouTube hoodie. I get up, walking to the counter, putting my bag down to fish out the note I had written earlier that day. It reads:

Ethan, Mark, Tyler, and Amy

Thank you for letting me stay and work here, but I feel like I'm invading your household for no reason. I can easily do my work at home and not be in your way. I walked home because it's an easy eight-to-ten minute walk. Thanks for letting me stay for a bit, and I will send the t-shirt designs to you guys. If I have any troubles, I have Ethan's number, and he can either give it to you or contact me himself. Thanks again.

~ Alex

I place the note down on the counter and throw my bag over my shoulder. I walk to the door before stopping, thinking. to myself Do I really want to leave? No, I think, but I have to. I sigh sadly and open the door.

"Where are you going?" I whip around, startled by the voice. It's Ethan. He's holding my note and a mug as if he was going to make tea or coffee. I swallow, closing the door and leaning on it. Goddamnit. It's going to be ten times harder to leave now.

"Did you read the note?" Is the only thing I say. He squints at it in the dim light. After about ten seconds, I assume he's done reading. "Why was I invited here, Ethan?" I say warily, "I could have easily done this at my house or at a coffee shop, but here?" I cross my arms, looking at my shoes, "I don't understand," I finish lamely. I look up to him as he walks closer. He takes my hands in his, causing me to blink up to him in surprise

"Because I cared. I saw you and thought you were just another normal fan— and I'm always excited to meet fans, but at first, you were just another one. I asked you to walk around out of sympathy for you being ditched, but after meeting your old friends and seeing how much you were hurting, I suddenly felt... possessive of you. I didn't want to leave you alone, not with people like that. You were hurt, and I wanted to help you.

"I walked around with you longer than necessary, even took you back to your apartment. I got your number so I could contact you about the shirts, but the truth is I really just want to get to know you more. You treated me like a human, not like a little kid or some idol to worship. You were different than the rest of them. Almost like you knew me your whole life.

"Mark said we needed new t-shirts. I knew he would say yes to you after you drew us at the panel. I could see you again, help you. I offered to pick you up, asked if you could stay over for inspiration. He agreed, and I was so happy to be able to have an excuse to hang out with you."

I stare at him, almost in disbelief. He finally looks up from our hands, taking one of his and placing it on my cheek. I lean into his palm, almost absentmindedly.

"Alex, I've never been good with words. I stumble through them and fuck them up," He whispers, glancing from my eyes down to my lips. It was so fast only someone studying his eyes intensely would notice. I feel tears prick my eyes again, but I blink them away, refusing to break eye contact with the beautiful boy in front of me. "But I think I know how to tell you how I feel."

He leans forward, as if in slow motion, and lightly kisses me.

(A/N)

CLIFF HANGER (sort of) OML I FEEL SO EVIL MWUA HA HA!!!!

But seriously, Ethan just KISSED YOU!!! Writing this took shorter than expected, wow, but I hope you like it!!

Song: Starving, Hailee Steinfeld ft Zedd

~ Salem