My STREAMER Boyfriend.

The "Non-date"

(A/N Nala and I may be a thing, but I still like writing this book so I'm going to continue! Plus I'm sure we all wanna know what happens next...)
Nala's POV

I slowly opened my eyes and felt my body being shook back and forth.
"Nala! It's Saturday! You're gonna be late for your date!"

"Sun, it's not until five. It's only two."

"That gives you time for an hour shower... You smell like sweat, dirt, and depression."

"Haha, the three components of my life." I replied proudly rising from my bed.

"Alright, so what are you wearing?"

"A red shirt, Black pants, Black skirt, Deadpool hat, Deadpool Suspenders, and Deadpool socks."

"On a date!?"

"No, on a friendly outing. It's not a date, Sun." I laughed gathering my clothes and shutting the bathroom door behind me.

"Pffft. Yeah, and Tato isn't a spud."

"I heard that!"

Chavo's POV

"So what do you think, Benjy?" I asked my friend who was barely paying attention and more interested in YouTube at the moment.

"What?"

"The sweatshirt with the joggers or the cargo pants with the short sleeve collar?"

"Seeing as it's like 90 degrees outside... Short sleeves."

"Haha true, thanks." I replied stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

Nala's POV
After I was done getting dressed it was only 4:30, so I decided to scroll through discord. Chavo and Brandon are too alike, it's crazy. It's like I'm actually going on a ... Non-date with the streamer himself.

Knock knock

"He's here!" Sun squealed.
I rolled my eyes, but really I was almost as excited as her.

I made my way to the door and yelled, "Who is it?"

"Either your worst nightmare or your wildest dream." He replied sarcastically.

"Cheesy," I rolled my eyes and followed him out into the hallway, "whaddup, bitch."

"How's it going?"

"Pretty good."

"Cool...What's the first thing you're gonna play when we get there?"

"Space Invaders, duh!" I laughed like it was a known fact.

"Old school type of girl?"

"Kinda I guess. I'll play anything in an arcade. Not to mention master the game."

"Haha, cool."

I climbed into Brandon's Impala, which I must admit is a nice ass car, and buckled my seatbelt.

In the car there was occasional small talk but not a lot of conversation. I was too distracted by Discord to have a real conversation.

But when we got to the arcade, I put my phone away. "Let's make things interesting," I offered, "whoever has the most tickets by the time we leave, owes the other a slushy."

"Oh, you're on! You're going down."

"Yeah right, try me, pretty boy!" I said stepping out the car.

"I haven't been here in so long." He smiled. He had a nice homely comforting smile.

"I practically live in this arcade."

"Oh, really? What's your favorite part about it."

"Everything." The arcade is my home away from home. When I was having a bad day or my parents were fighting, I came here. The smell of pizza and soda filled the area and the carpet was filled with beautiful colors. Colorful lights gently flashing along with the normal ones.

I immediately dragged Brandon to the Space Invaders machine and put two quarters in.
"Watch and learn, boy. I'm about to crush this game." I said focusing my eyes on the screen.

Brandon's POV

I watched Nala prepare for her game.
"Yeah, sure. You'll die in the first 5 seconds!" I joked.
But holy fuck was I wrong.
She wasn't dead when a minute went by.
Or two.
Or five.
Pretty soon the kids in the arcade started to gather around and cheer, but she just stayed focused on her game. Like it was her main priority... Wow.

"Stage 49! One more stage! One more stage!" A middle school looking kid started chanting. Pretty soon everyone joined in.

"There's no way, she has one mores life and 15 more ships!" Someone older than the middle schooler doubted.
14 ships.
"This is intense."
13 ships.
"Go, Nala!"
12 ships.
11 ships.
"There's no way..."
10
9
8
"You got this!"
7
6
5
4
3
"Three more!"
2
1!!
Everyone bursted in cheer as Nala put in "Nurls" for the leaderboard screen.

"So Brandon, what was that about me dying in the first five seconds?" She teased.

I laughed and claimed to not remember making that statement even though I knew I did.

After about another half hour of gaming I wanted to watch Nala master another game. So she dragged me, once again, to the Donkey Kong machine.
She must spend a lot of time here, 'cause she's good.

About 5 minutes in people were once again shouting and cheering.
Everyone here has to know her.
"Hey, you!!?" A little kid said tugging on my shirt.
I turned my attention towards the tiny child with black hair and blue eyes.
"Are you and Nala in love?"
"Uh...no."
"Why not?"
"We're just friends." I said laughing the kids words off.
"Oh.."
"Do you know her?"
"Of course! If you come here and don't know her, you gotta be new."
So, she's popular among her fellow nerds... Cute.
"By the way, I'm Colby!"
"How old are you, Colby?"
"Nine."

Nalas POV

When I play, there's nothing around me but the joystick and the screen. It's a getaway from literally anything I think about, people here have come to know me as a part of the arcade. If I'm not here that weekend, it isn't the same.

After 6 minutes of jumping over barrels, the door to the arcade loudly burst open, I lost my focus, and the game.
"Dang it! What the heck!?" I don't cuss in the arcade out of respect for the kids I know.

"How's it goin', nerds!?" Said a blonde male with brown eyes and a fuckboy haircut at the door.

Brandon looked at me and mouthed 'who is that?' I rolled my eyes and stepped up.

"'Fuck do you want, Conner?" I was cussing now.