Next Door Neighbor (CRANKGAMEPLAYS x READER)

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Y/n's POV

(Self-harm and Abusive relationship Trigger warning)

With Vidcon coming up soon I had to pack. I rummaged through my closet to find some cute outfits. I found an f/c (favorite color) short sleeved crop top. As I was about to throw it in my bag I remembered. I remembered my past and the fact that I haven't fully healed yet. I try to shake away the thoughts off him but he flooded through my mind. I can't stop thinking about how he would hit me, the scars he and I gave to myself. I remembered how he got angry when he found out I was cutting myself because he wanted to do it. That's why I left Maine. I wanted to escape from him. Tears bunched up in my eyes when I got a text. It was from Ethan

Hey so since we're both heading to Vidcon wanna drive together? :E

Y: Yeah ok! Are we takin ur car?

Damn it that sounded way to eager.

Yeah! Ok! great see you in like 3 hours :E

Maybe not? Also, I gotta hurry up holy shite. I finish throwing some stuff in my suitcase and make some toast because that shit good.

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I hear a knock on my door to find Ethan standing there smiling. That goddamn smile. Anyway, we hopped into his car and started heading off to Vidcon. "God I can't wait for you to meet Mark. That's the reason I moved out here, to be his editor."

"What's his channel?" I ask him, opening up the youtube app. 

"Markiplier." I pause and turn to him.

"YOUR MARKS NEW EDITOR??"

"Yeah"

"WHAT THE FUCK. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME EARLIER?? I'VE LITTERATLY LOVED HIM FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER. WHEN BRAYDEN (your brother) SHOWED ME HIS FIRST COUPLE OF VIDEOS I FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM."

"Jesus! Don't yell at me while I'm driving." he said managing to laugh in between each word. "Anyway, what brought you to L.A.?"

In that moment I froze. Do I tell him about Jackson? Screw it, I should be honest. "Do you remember Jackson?"

"Yeah, your boyfriend right?" 

"Ex actually."

"Oh."

It was quiet in the car. It wasn't awkward, or bad, just... just kind of a depressing kind of quiet.

"That's why I moved. For a clean, fresh start." I tried to swallow my sadness, but it overtook me. tears started to fall from my eyes, smudging my makeup.

"Ok, it's obviously a lot deeper than that. What's really up?"

"You don't care about my problems. Or more like you shouldn't care about my problems."

"Occasionally I give a shit" He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me. "And besides, we're friends." Can we be more than friends?

"Ok fine. He was a shitty person and I was a shitty person and we both thought that we could fix each other. He was great for a while but then he started to hurt me and cut me." The tears were no longer falling. For a bit, I felt like I had no emotion. Nothing fazed me and it all started to fall out. "That's why I wore hoodies all the time. He said I was a hideous monster and all he ever wanted when we texted were nudes."

"So why'd you stay?" He asked, his voice lower and softer than before.

"Well, Stockholm syndrome. I had to say exactly what he wanted to hear. Over time I started to believe myself." I look up at him. " And I know this is going to sound horrible, I know but. I don't really know why but I miss him." 

"Don't," Ethan said, putting his hand on my leg, still keeping an eye on the road. "you've got me now. And, you could have told me back in high school. I know we weren't really friends, but your cousin and I were friends. I could have killed his ass if you wanted." I have to admit, it was nice to have someone that actually cared about me. It was also nice to just have a friend. 

I didn't want to fall in love when I moved to L.A., not at all, but at some point, he smiled and oh sweet fucking lord I blew it. 

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(Word count - 741)