This took forever to start and longer to write, but I don't hate it, and it's a little longer than just barely crossing the threshold (It's 1300 words instead of 1000 and a few). It's a miracle.
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Are you sure about this?
Trust me, Austin
Why?
Have I ever disappointed you?
Multiple times
Well, this won't be one of them
Agreeing to this blind date was a bad idea. You tuck your phone back in your pocket and scan the room again, looking for the man fitting Jared's description. Black hair, tan skin, five-o-clock shadow, probably wearing something dark...
You check your watch again. It's ten minutes past. If he's stood you up, you'll never let your friend hear the of it. Maybe you're imagining it, but the couple in the seat next to you is giving you pity looks.
Fifteen minutes past. You're on Twitter when the waitress, deemed Natalie by her nametag, asks if you're expecting someone.
"Yes," you rush out defensively.
She gives a blank look. "Well, while you're waiting, try the wine." She gestures wildly with her long fake nails.
You do. You might need it.
His ass finally shows up at twenty-five minutes past. "Hey, sorry I'm late." You hear him slide into his chair.
"It's fine," you say bitterly to your phone. You look up.
Oh no. He was stupidly handsome. Jared had failed to tell you that your blind date looked like he was carved from marble by God himself, with full pink lips, obsidian eyes, and visible muscles under his gray dress shirt. You definitely aren't staring.
"I'll take the check, to make up for it." He gives you a toothy grin.
"Okay," You hope he didn't hear the crack in your voice. You bury your face in your menu, hoping to gain back your composure and find something to eat in incomprehensible French.
"Do you know what any of this means?" You hear from across the table. "I don't speak French."
"Me neither," You reply, "I was just going to guess by the pictures."
"I looked over the ingredients, but I don't even recognize them! A-du-pas-pfft--" He blows a raspberry trying to pronounce something--"Is that even real? What the fuck!"
You put your finger over your mouth. "Dude! Remember where we are!"
Nate shoots an apologetic look to the nearby guest glaring at you. "Shit I'm so sorry--" He starts before realizing his mistake.
You facepalm. "It's fine."
Natalie comes over. "Can I take your orders?"
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The Great YouTuber Slash Fiction
FanfictionNine YouTubers: Phil Lester, Sean McLoughlin, RobertIDK, Nathan Sharp, Austin Hargrave, Dan Howell, Mark Fischbach, Felix Kjellberg, Matthew Patrick. 36 potential pairings. Goal: a thousand words for each pairing. This, my children, is a new kind o...
