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First Impressions

TW: Panic attacks - Please read with care.

After clay pigeon shooting, YouTube seemed unlikely to let the household go back to being antisocial and avoidant of each other. He tried to get them together on as many occasions as possible, and this had resulted in him suggesting they start having meals together. Everybody was up for it, as long as it wasn't YouTube that cooked.

The first few meals had been an absolute disaster, given that everybody was sure that YouTube was trying to kill them. He couldn't cook to save his life, and everybody quickly found that their favourite cook was WattPad, who apparently was a master chef in the making. They could make even a simple meal, like spaghetti, glorious. MySpace reckoned Watty should open their own restaurant. Watty reckoned the lot of them were insane.

Either way, YouTube was certain they were all going to leave as life long friends, and nobody was going to argue with such a beautiful idea.

"Hey guys, you know what we should do tonight?" YouTube walked into the room with a huge grin on his face.

"Order pizza so Watty doesn't have to cook, and be antisocial in our own rooms?" MySpace teased.

"Own rooms meaning you and Watty in one room fucking all night long." Quotev scoffed.

"Real mature Q." Watty rolled their eyes.

They had become a lot better with the stuttering. Short sentences no longer seemed to be much of a problem for them, and they seemed a lot more confident with sassing the hell out of every single one of them.

"I know," Quotev winked at them, "but you didn't deny it."

Watty grabbed a cushion from beside them, moving up onto their knees, and whacking Quotev until he called out.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! No more sex jokes!"

"Thank you." Watty grinned sarcastically, sitting back down, and throwing the cushion down.

"Okay, now that you're done flirting, no. No pizza, no antisocial behaviour. There's a bonfire tonight. The students here do it every year. Start a bonfire, bring food, play music. The lecturers stopped trying to shut it down years ago, it's like a tradition. We should go."

"I'm up for it." MySpace shrugged.

"Me too," Insta added.

"Me three." Watty grinned.

"Me... four I guess?" Quotev pulled a face.

"Perfect. And the new roommate can come with us."

"Wait what?" Insta tilted her head.

"What new roommate?" Watty copied the gesture.

"You guys didn't know?" YouTube asked.

Everybody shook their heads. Apparently, MySpace and Watty's relationship had made the household arrangements team consider their household for a spare room. They had asked YouTube about it, and he had said that Watty was slowly moving into MySpace's room. So a new person had been pencilled in for their house. YouTube had very stupidly forgotten to tell everybody else.

"So... when are they arriving?"

"This evening."

MySpace jumped up to start moving the rest of Watty's things into her room, while Watty panicked. It wasn't often that they panicked enough to hyperventilate, let alone bring themselves to the brink of a panic attack, but this was one of those times, and Quotev ended up having to push MySpace aside to help them. Watty couldn't even think of a story to tell them to justify it, and everybody just went with the assumption that the shock of a new person mixed with the sudden rush of needing to move into MySpace's room had been too much for them to process so quickly.