Written on December 7th, 2019.
*y/n's pov*
I'm currently in Shane and Andrew's office with both of them editing. I had just finished editing my last video of this year. It was my birthday video that Andrew filmed. (A/N: my birthday is on December 7th ahah) I sat on my phone just scrolling through Instagram when I get a text from Andrew, who, bare in mind, is literally sitting right beside me, saying that he wants my opinion on what he's editing. I texted him back. "Bitch you're sitting right beside me, and the last time I checked you could speak". He chuckled quietly and texted back, "I know, but I don't want to bother Shane. He's in the zone 😂". I gave him a confused look and he texted me again saying "look at him. Diet Coke in hand, both headphones in, phone on silent and on the other side of the desk. He's focused. Don't want to bother him." I gave him a glare and walked over to where his desk was, sitting on his lap and putting in one of his headphones to listen to the sound in the video. "I want your opinion on the cuts, audio, and stuff. Is that okay?" "Yes Andrew. You cute ass weirdo". We both put our phones down and Andrew hits play on his currently half edited video. His arms snake around my waist while I'm watching the part that he wants me to. We don't even hear Ryland come into the room, let alone take a picture of us, or leave the room again. We only noticed his presence when we both got a notification on our phones from him posting a picture of us and Shane on his Instagram: " Shane and Andrew hard at work, with a special guest ❤️".
Tagged: @shanedawson @andrewsiwicki @yourusername
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