I was standing with Ryland in his kitchen the next day. He was trying to get me to film a baking video with him.
"I told you, Ryland, being in front of cameras make me really nervous. I still haven't read any of the comments on Shane's video, and I ignore all the ones I get on Instagram," I huffed out.
"Y/N! Literally everyone loved you. People are asking for you in more videos! They think you're hilarious!"
"Okay, fine. But you owe me!"
We spent the next 30 minutes getting everything set up. Ryland set the camera on the tripod and hit record. He started the video, "Hey guys! Welcome back to another video! Y/N came over today, and we decided that we're going to make the boys some muffins while they are editing. They have a tendency to go hours without eating, and we don't want that. Now let's get started!"
"So what were you up to last night? Morgan was complaining about you not texting her back," Ryland asked as he mixed ingredients in the large bowl. I busied myself by prepping the oven.
"First off, I did text her back. I also had a date last night."
"Oh my god! Did it go well? Who is it?"
"I'm not going to tell you who it is on camera, but I think it went well."
"You are blushing! You like him!"
"I really like him—" I dropped a glass container while trying to avoid stumbling over my words, "Shit." I looked down and saw a newly formed gash on my leg.
"Y/N, oh my god! We need to take care of that. Here, come sit down. Hold this rag to it. I'll be right back," Ryland rushed out words in a panic. I watching him jog to the location of the FirstAid kit.
I limped over to the small lounge area and sat down on the couch. The loss of blood was causing me to feel light-headed and nauseous.
"Okay, okay. I'm going to clean this and then get you to lay down so you don't faint." I hissed as the feeling of the antiseptic wipe on the fresh wound. Ryland kept pads of gauze on the cut with ace bandages.
He began to pick up the glass on the kitchen floor. He explained to the camera about the accident while I laid on the couch, watching my breathing.
We managed to get the muffins done an hour later. I limped into the living room while Ryland carried the batch. Shane looked up when he caught the scent of the baked goods.
"Fuck, what happened to you?" Shane's exclamation caused Andrew's attention to turn go us.
"I dropped some glass and it hurt me back," I sat down next to Andrew and propped my leg up, "But! We made you guys muffins! Please eat them; I put my blood, sweat, and tears into them." Andrew laughed quietly as he examined my bandaging.
"That's going to be a good thumbnail," Shane mumbles through a bite of a muffin. I laugh with him.
"Shane and I were bouncing ideas back and forth—"
"That's never good," I interjected.
"—while you guys were baking. We should have a little Halloween party or hang out this year. Not anything big. It could be in celebration of the series," Andrew held my hand away from the sight of the other two as he made the suggestion.
Ryland squealed, "That will be so much fun! Let's do it!"
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Andrew 🧡:
Couples costume?
