My Name Is Alexander

Chapter 8

Alex's PoV

Is it possible this amazing man is finally starting to return my affections? Maybe? I hope so. I mean, he gave me a nickname. He has to like me. You don't give someone a nickname if you don't like them. I get home sooner than I thought. Okay now I'm bored because I have nothing to do. So tomorrow I'm gonna spice things up. Tomorrow I reveal to Thomas that I'm his best friend. I'm excited to see how it goes. Either he doesn't believe me, or he does. Can't wait to see which it is!

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End of the day. I thought it'd be best to wait until the end of the day. The bell rings, but I keep my feet up on the desk. "Yo Thomas!" I call. "I have something to talk to you about. Not about your channel, I swear!" He hesitates for a minute as everyone else runs out, but thankfully sets his stuff down with a sigh and storms up to me.

"What?" He demands. I take a moment and concentrate to get my voice to change back to my at home voice. The voice he hears everyday, the one he's been hearing for the past five years.

"So you know Nonstop seventeen seventy six?" I ask, my voice higher and smoother. He snorts.

"Obviously."

"And you know how I beat you in Overwatch?" His eyes glitter angrily.

"What're you getting at? Are you just gloating?" He demands. I laugh.

"Hardly man. I get to gloat everyday. I have been for five years. Listening to your screams of rage as I beat you yet again never gets old." I say, looking at my nails. I'm going to paint them black soon. I watch with amusement as he slowly puts the pieces together. His face slowly breaks into a grin and he mouths the words 'No way'. I smirk at him. "Ayo, it's ya boy Nonstop seventeen seventy six, back at it again on Minecraft because I'm a nostalgic piece of crap. And if Macaroni will get his lazy ass up, he should be here aaaaanyyyyy seeeeeecond." I drag the last words out until everything finally computes in his mac 'n' cheese addled brain and he hugs the living shit out of me.

"I can't believe this!" He squeals. "This! How! You? I can't believe this!"

"Alright! Put me down man! You're exerting too much pressure onto my mid-region and you might cause internal damage!" I yelp. He sets me down, his eyes shimmering.

"You knew. You knew the whole fucking time Nonstop." He laughs.

"Yeah I did. I was just waiting for the right time to tell you. Glad I didn't wait for VidCon." I fix my jacket and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"You're finally going to VidCon? The great Nonstop seventeen seventy six is finally getting a face reveal?" He questions. I nod.

"I've held it off for long enough. And someone I know wants me to go, but he doesn't know I'm me." I explain. His eyes glimmer with mischief.

"You gotta crush?" He asks.

"Yes." I admit, picking up my binder and computer. "But I dunno if he likes me like that. I hope he does, he gave me a nickname. That means something, right?" I ask hopefully, walking out of the classroom.

"Yeah, I guess." He says doubtfully as we walk out of the classroom and to our lockers.

"Alright man, it was great seeing you. Talk to you in like, half an hour?" I say. He grins.

"You bet! Talk ta ya later No-Hamilton." He catches himself.

"See ya later bitch!" I call after him as I go to my locker.

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"Yo wassup? Before we start today's video, I have a few minor announcements to take. Number one, I finally met with Macaroni irl! We've met, we're awesome, it's awesome, he's awesome, and I'm really happy about it!" I cry gleefully. "And number two! I have made a very important decision that nobody knows about yet. You're going to be the second people to now, as I did tell Macaroni."