Fire and Ice (Joey Graceffa)

One of You?

Your P.O.V

"You're beautiful." Joey says and turns me around to face him. I feel his hand under my chin, holding it to look up at him. I keep my eyes on his beautiful ones. A tingly sensation runs through my body.

"So are you." I say without thinking.

Oh god, of god what did I do? I can't be liking him. Can I..?

A smirk creeps onto Joey's face and he releases mine. "Thanks cutie." He keeps the eye contact. I blush furiously and look down at my feet.

"OMG JOEY, EFFING, GRACEFFA." "CAN I HAVE A PICTURE." "OMG ICANTBREATHE!!!!" The obvious fan girls who look like they are twelve or thirteen came running up and screaming. "And oh my god don't tell me that's Y/n from Y/c/n!" (your channel name) the yell.

"Yes of course you can have a picture!" Joey answers. They take pictures one by one while the others takes a picture. "Can we have a group selfie with Y/n and Joey in it!??" One of the girls asks, excitedly may I add. "Of course." I answer. Joey takes one of the girls phones and we all get in the picture. He snaps a picture of us making semi silly faces and hands the phone back. They run, squealing and fangirling away.

"Wasn't expecting that. But I should because I'm with the famous Joey Graceffa." I smile playfully at Joey. "Hell ya! I bet I have more subs than you!" Joey challenges. "Oh yeah, how many?" I counter. "Over eight mill on my main channel." Joey states proudly. "Okay lets stay with your main channel because I don't have two channels. To much work." I say and Joey laughs. "Ya its quite a bit of work I guess."

"I have a little over nine million." I say and smirk. Joey's eyes widen. "Damn, you win girl." He smiles.

I take notice of how when he smile the smiles reaches his beautiful eyes.

     "Y/n, you're staring." Joey laughs. You blush furiously and look down at your food. "You're cute when you blush." Joey smiles which causes you to blush even more.

   You two finish your food and decide to go to Joey's house so you can meet his dogs and just hang out. You guys talk and get to know each other until you reach his house.

     "Welcome to my house, Y/n." Joey opens the front door for you and gives you a goofy grin. "Thank you Joey." You tuck your hair behind your ear.

     You're immediately greeted by three huskies. They bark at you and Joey. One is a small brown husky that seems like a cross. One is a bigger brown husky who seems the calmest. And the second most hyper one, a white husky. You fall in love with them and get on your knees to pet them.

    "The white one is Storm, the small one is Lark and the big brown one is Wolf. He's the oldest." Joey tells you the names of his adorable dogs. You notice that all of them have different coloured eyes.

     "Aww, they're so cute!" You gush. "Ya I must admit, I'm lucky." He laughs. You look up at him and he stretches out his arms. You could see his arms flex. You were almost caught staring again but Storm jumped up on you almost knocking you over.

     You laugh and push him off. You stand up and the dogs go to greet Joey. He lets them and says hello and you just watch the cuteness. You look around the gorgeous house.

     "You're house is gorgeous!" You exclaim. "You like?" Joey smirks. "Yes!" You smile. You follow Joey into the living room and he sits down on the couch. You sit beside him.

     Some kind of awkward tension builds between you too and you keep looking at him from the corner of your eyes. You even catch him looking at you. He moves a bit closer and you do too. Joey locks eyes with you and you notice his hand is... smoking?

     "Uh, Joey? Your hand is smoking." You say in a panicky voice. You react on impulse and put your hand on his and it puts the smoke out. Not only that but his hand gets s little frosty. You immediately retract your hand and look at him. Joey's eyes widen and he looks scared for a second then quickly tries to calm down.

     "That's, uh, nuh-nothing. I-uh think you should go." Joey stands up. You brain works quickly and puts some puzzle pieces together. Then your brain just clicks. The overly hot hands, his hands smoking. It starts to make sense but you aren't sure. Maybe just maybe, he's one of you...