Secrets (A MunchingBrotato fanfiction)

Chapter 2- TWINSIES (Oh God)

A/N Hey I am writing another chapter. I don't know why I am, but I need to do something other than think. This'll be short, but no one is going to read it anyways lol. I'll just go now... IF YOU WANNA BE MY LOVER, YOU GOTTA GET WITH MY FRIENDS. JUST KIDDING PLEASE DON'T WELL NOW YOU ARE JUST WITH MY FRIENDS AND... NOW HE MARRIED MY BEST FRIEND... OKAY THEN...
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Ariana's POV

I open my eyes and sigh. Meeting Tyler was just a dream again... I go in the bathroom to quickly brush my hair, and I head downstairs. I check the fridge. I'm in the mood for Tim Hortons... I run upstairs, get my jeans and T-shirt on, and start walking to Tim Hortons. It was pretty cold out. I mean, it is Canada. I wore a coat luckily. As I enter the coffee shop, the scent of cappuccinos immediately fill my nose. Surprisingly, not many people are there. I check my phone. 8:57. I walk up tithe counter and I am greeted by a man that looks to be around 19.
"Um, hi. I would like a medium French Vanilla Cappuccino."
After a minute, he hands me the drink, along with his phone number. I roll my eyes. He's a nice guy, but he isn't my type. I find the table closest to the door, and take a seat. As I drink, I notice someone staring at me from across the room. Once he notices that I see, he directs his gaze to the floor. He looks really cute, and familiar. Wait a minute... THAT IS TYLER. I try to contain my fangirling and walk over to him.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" I ask, trying to not sound like a five year old who just entered a candy shop.
"Yes- I mean, no. I mean, you can sit." Yep that was definitely Tyler. He is blushing like mad. Hasn't he ever seen a girl before??
"So, what did you order?" Really Ariana? Nice conversing.
"A French Vanilla Cappuccino."
"OH MY GOSH ME TOO WE ARE LIKE TWINSIES!" I said a little too loud. Tyler started laughing his ass off at me. I try to keep the conversation going.
"Soooo, do you come here often?"
"Uh, not really. I've only come here several times." I space out, getting lost in his eyes. And oh boy those braces on him were just perfect.
"Um, hello?" He gently waves his hand in front of my face. I focus back ok reality.
"Oh sorry. Just kinda zoned out for a moment."
"It's fine, I'm not exactly the most exciting person in the world." He chuckles lightly.
"I think you're pretty amazing."
"We just met. Unless if you're a psychic or a stalker, I don't think you know my true awesomeness."
"Well, I guess I am kinda a stalker." Tyler's expression goes from doubtful to horrified.
"Not like that! I watch your YouTube channel. You're MunchingBrotato, right?" He let out a comical sigh of relief.
"Yeah."
"You should've known that I was your fan by my explosion of feels when I saw you."
"Sorry. I just didn't expect you to be a fan of me."
"Why not?" I asked quizzically.
"Well, because... You're... Beautiful. And, I don't know. I expected you to be like a model or something." I blushed, as did Tyler. He thought I was pretty? Greatest. Day. Ever.
"Nope. I'm a full on nerd. Call me Mrs.Nerdorade."
Tyler raised his eyebrows at me. God, he's adorable.
"It's my YouTube name. But I only have 5,000 subscribers. That's still amazing, don't get me wrong. It's just nothing compared to your amount."
"I honestly don't know how I even got one follower. Never mind over 500,000."
We continued talking for a few minutes before Tyler checked his phone and his eyes grew wide.
"Uh, I need to go now. Maybe we can meet here again tomorrow?" I was slightly dissapointed, but at least I could see him again tomorrow.
"Yeah sure. Wait." As he was about to get up, I handed him a piece of paper.
"Call me!" I said in a mockingly peppy voice.
"Okay girlfriend!" He replied in the same joking tone. He walked out the door, and as he stepped outside, I could see his face change from happy to... Depressed? I couldn't tell. Maybe I was going insane. Insanely in love. After I finished my coffee, I threw it in the trash. As I was almost out the door, the guy said 'call me'. I only found it right to say 'make more than minimum wage' because both will never happen hahahahahagaagagagagagsjdjs (kill me). It sounded better in my head, but whatever. YOLO, right? Oh God, what have I become? Ahem. Anyhow, I walked out and went back to my house. I'm so glad I went to Tim Hortons. I came for the coffee, but I left with actually meeting my idol. I laid in my bed, and tried to realize what just happened. It was real. This actually happened. I screamed into my pillow, unable to control the feels. I had to get use to this if I wanted to keep hanging out with Tyler and not fucking my chances up. We could become best friends. Maybe something more? No. Impossible. But it was at least a nice thought to have. I can't wait for tomorrow.
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A/N THAT WAS EXTREMELY TERRIBLE AND SHORT AND PROBABLY FULL OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES. 'No one reads this. Stop trying.' I'm doing this for my personal entertainment so I don't slit a duck's bibbler off. 'Wtf is a bibbler?' We'll never know. "ACTUALLY ON URBAN DICTIONARY IT SAYS IT IS A COMBINATION OF BITTER AND BABBLING." SHUT UP JOHN RICHARDSON. YOU'RE SO 2009. I don't even know if John Richardson is a real person. Well, back to weaving barbules hair to the top of my neighbour's roof.