Four Hundred and Twenty | Yogscast Lewis (xReader)

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M C M

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Twitter was constantly bombarding me once more. I had remembered the last time it had done that, and that had been two years ago, when George and I headed over for VidCon alongside Pippa and Lola.

There were people who came from the Americas and the rest of the European countries, eager to meet us in person and face what was behind the microphone we recorded on. It was a daring move; going to the most biggest conventions having no experience was endangering ourselves. The days were not completely the worse - though it did took a toll on me.

Luckily, Kim and Hannah were kind enough to take George and me alongside Caff to London. MCM ComicCon was being held just in the outer part of the city, clearly a few miles where I used to live with George.

At least there was some remembrance, and I had never forgotten the streets and accesses the area I lived in. That was what I liked about cities, it was bustling and always changing - never a complete repeat every hour and day. Even the people who worked never ended the same routine, the traffic and unexpected was always around the corner.

Anyhow, the rest were mucking about in the car, constantly talking about what they think would happen this weekend. I was sat by the window - thankfully - with my hand rested upon my cheek as I gazed out into the visible countryside.

My eyes looked below to the my bag, fixated between my legs. The notebook was still sticking out, a small post-it note now situated on the side. I was arguing with myself, if I should bring it or not. Though once the thoughts of crowds and people: I threw the book right in my bag before I left.

George hasn't noticed it, probably never will since all he thinks was work, drinks and Tom.

"Hey, [Y/N]. Doing alright back there?" I spotted Hannah quickly glance up on the mirror with a side smile.

I returned a nod. "Yeah, just thinking...A lot."

"You'll be fine," I felt a nudge on my torso, and I glared back at George for doing so. He cheekily grinned back and wrapped an arm around me. We often did this a lot - well mostly George - though right now: I felt almost as if the whole car was going to engulf me. His arms weren't improving my hidden pants in my breath.

I heard another notification go off from my pocket.

And I wished I could hurl it, right now, out of the window - hopefully not cause an accident. I could turn my phone off, or remove the app, but either way: I would have to face it once I logged back on.

"It's going to be much bigger this year," Kim rambled on. "With George and [Y/N] with us. Caff too."

Caff chuckled, a little hint of embarrassment. "I wouldn't say I'd make the most of the line."

'I better hope so.' I thought. I was still uncomfortable at my sudden deduction of him. Either way, as long as he didn't pull off any stupid acts: I would push away the thought of revealing his choices.

My best friend patted his shoulder and playfully said, "Don't worry, Caff. We didn't even make a video this time. She's not too fond of crowds..."