Pretty Brown Eyes

Chapter 1

Living with your best friend is the absolute best thing in the world, am I right?

Actually, no. I'm wrong.

"Madi! Your stuff is everywhere!" I yelled.

"Oh my God, Kenna. I'll pick it up later," she lounged back on the couch.

I was currently trying to film a YouTube video for the channel I shared with that lazy girl, GurlTube. We did basic things like Do It Yourself videos, tutorials, challenges, tags, etc. We're a collab channel, really, but nothing like Our 2nd Life or anything.

"Why can't you just clean up after yourself?" I asked.

"If it's bothering you so much, then clean it up yourself," she said, not even looking up from the television in front of her.

"You know what? Fine," I ended the argument, and the conversation.

I picked up Madi's things and took them upstairs to her room. I opened the door and threw the stuff on her already messy floor. Madi and I, we never fight. Ever. It was a rare thing. However, when we did fight, it was about stupid things, and the fights kind of got out of hand. Like now, I would usually be mad at her for days, but now that I think about it, it's kind of stupid. I've been with her for so long.

I went back downstairs and into our recording room. It was just a room with 4 differently colored walls. One blue, one red, one green, and one purple. They were each mine and Madi's favorite colors. I recorded in front of the blue and red ones, and Madi recorded in front of the others, obviously. The camera was already set up and the lights were turned on. Today I was doing a question and answer video, so I grabbed my phone and sat on the barstool in front of the powder blue wall. I adjusted my brunette hair and turned the camera on.

"Hello everyone! My name is Kenna, and you're watching GurlTube," I said.

That was my opening for every single video I have ever done. I had the same intro and the same outro. I continued with the video, answering questions.

"Ashlee McAdams wants to know, 'Are you excited for Magcon to start touring?' You know, I don't know who the entertainers are, but if there's people like Tyler Oakley or the boys of O2L, I wouldn't mind going at all."

"Alright," I locked my phone and clapped my hands, "that is it for today's video! Make sure you subscribe and give this video a big thumbs up, follow me on Twitter and Instagram, the links are in the description, and I'll see you next Monday. Until then, whatever you decide to do, make sure it makes you happy. Bye guys," I kissed my hand and covered the camera, turning it off.

My outro always included a positive quote about almost any topic. Today just happened to be about life. I turned the camera off and set the tri-pod back over in the corner. I took my camera over to the Mac computer Madi and I used for editing. I hooked up the USB cable to the computer and began to edit my video. I put in little annotations and other things. You know how Lohanthony always has his "LOHANTHONY'S VIDEO OF THE WEEK" screen? Yeah, I had one kind of like that, but it didn't say that. Instead, it said, "Kenna Williams" in order to indicate that it was a video of mine, not Madi's. We have fans that only like my videos, not Madi's. We also have fans that like only Madi's videos, not mine. We don't care, really.

It took me hours to finish editing and to put in background music. I had to edit in 3 songs, because the video was about 8 1/2 minutes long. I put in Heartbreak Girl by 5SOS, Loaded by G-Eazy, and As Long As You Love Me by Justin Bieber. I cut off the computer and then headed back into the living room, where I knew I would find Madi on the couch.

I walked down the hallway and into the living room, which was spotless. I was stunned, yet confused. There was no sign of Madi anywhere. I looked in the kitchen and found her in there, cleaning away. She looked up at me.

"Hey," she said.

"Hi," I said, confused. "What're you doing?"

"Cleaning," she said. "I'm sorry that I never clean up after myself or that I never help out around the house. I just had it in my mind that since I pay rent, I don't have to, but that's not true at all. It's a two way street."

I smiled, "Thank you."

I held out my arms and she came to give me a hug. I picked up a rag and began helping her clean the area, because I knew she still wouldn't clean it good enough.