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This is Enough

I began unpacking my stuff in my room while Daz was on the phone. I was actually hopeful for this house. It might be okay. It'll be nice living here for a little while. I have to try not to get attached though, because I probably won't be here long. 

I packed away my clothes into the dresser, and put my teddy bear onto the bed. I felt the duvet with my hand. It was what I imagined a cloud felt life. I leaned over it and let my whole body sink into it. It was just so... nice. This was all so nice. This was more than I had ever had.

"You okay in there?" Daz chuckled as he walked in on me half-flopped over the bed.

"Oh god, uh, yeah." I fixed my composure.

"You're a strange one, aren't you?" He chuckled. 

Nervously, I fixed my hair. "I guess so."

"Well, you're okay to get comfortable. It's what it's there for. And if the white isn't your style, we can definitely change it." He said.

"Oh no, this is totally fine. I'm not picky." I cracked a small grin.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"No, not really."

"Okay, no worries. Is there anything I can get you?"

"No, I think I'm okay."

"Okay love." He said. "Did you want to see the rest of the house?"

"I'd love to." I said. He lead me down the hallway and popped open the door to his room. It was beige, with a black blanket on the bed and a huge green beanbag in the corner. In the adjacent corner was a desktop computer with a few knick knacks, such as a rubicks cube and a PUBG figurine.

"This is my room, and the bathroom is across the hall."

I followed him down the stairs, and he showed me around the kitchen, living room, and dining room. Then, he opened another door to another set of stairs. I followed him as he lead me down there.

I was taken back by what I saw. Every wall was covered with posters from video games. There were two guitars in the corner, and a large poster with what looked like thumbnails plastered across it. And on one wall was a white hoodie and a black hoodie, each with a pink "T" printed on it.

"This is my office." He said, pointing to a desk in the corner of the room, with a mic and large gaming computer on it. 

"This is an office?!" I asked, my mouth agape.

"Yup. Pretty sweet, eh?" He exclaimed.

"What job do you do, full-time teenager?!"

He laughed loudly. "I mean, basically!" He said between laughs. "I'm a YouTuber. I make gaming videos, mostly."

"Duuude, this room is sick. I love it."

"Thank you!" He said. "I love it in here."

I walked over to his desk and sat in his office chair. I smiled. "This is really comfy."

"It's no PewDiePie chair, but it's a good chair, I must say."

I checked out his computer. I'm no computer expert, but it was a heavy duty piece of machinery. It looked like you could program a rocketship from this desktop alone.

"You're welcome to be down here as much as you want, as long as I'm not filming. I've got probably hundreds of games, just ask me before you play."

"Dude, thank you. I love video games. I haven't been able to keep up with the recent ones, but I love watching videos on them. I can't believe you're one of the people that make them!"

"It's a pretty cool job, not going to lie."

I sat up. "Daz, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Is... is it okay if I give you a hug?"

I don't know where it came from, but this was the most at home I had ever felt.

"Of course." He said, spreading his arms. I ran to him and wrapped him in a huge hug.

"Thank you." I said from his shoulder. "Thank you for taking a chance on me."