Weird (A Jontron Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 1

"Hey guys, Valencia or Vlogossity here with a new-", someone had knocked into me and my phone fell. "Hey watch were you're going", "same goes for you, Vlogossity" he let out a chuckle. The voice seemed familiar. I looked back to see an abundance of people, I picked up my phone with a now cracked screen. "Where is he", behind a group of people I saw curly dark brown hair. I ran up to a man and there he was, I wanted to make up an excuse to have a conversation. "I'm sorry for not looking at where I was going", he looked at my phone's screen. "I'm should be the one sorry, for messing up your screen like that", the anger inside of me calmed down.  I've been living in New York all my life, but by far Manhattan was the worst place to live. I hated crowds and in Manhattan, that's all you'll find. "I'll get you a coffee, least I could do", "thanks". I walked behind him as he walked towards "Caffè Colombiana" one of the very few Colombian bakeries in Manhattan. I got a cinnamon apple spice tea and two buñuelos with my own money, I've loved them ever since I was a toddler living in Queens. "So-", Jon said as I left the store, "the name's Jonathan Jafari", I shook his hand. "Where are you from", I sighed and chuckled "Born in Queens, Raised in the bronx, educated in Brooklyn, living in Manhattan, and my editor is in Staten Island, to be frank I've lived in everywhere at one point". "So you know New York City pretty well", "I guess". I aquardly took a sip of the tea and burned my tongue, In the inside I punched myself. "Farewell then... Valencia". He walked away, goddammit. I wanted to contact him once more, I walked off to my apartment and sat on the stairs to the entrance since the stupid super had not given me my keys yet. I entered the building and waited to get to my apartment, a man stood next to me in the elevator and smiled as soon as the doors closed. Oh god, a fucking creep all I needed. He got off on his floor and shot a glimpse of me once more scanning my figure. I got off on mine and plopped everything down on a table. I looked at my cup of tea and a number, "646, guess the rest". "Jonathan Jafari...", I took a while to analyze could've been anyone at the shop too. I saw a notification pop up and a message revealed more numbers 7589. No, I looked at who the message was from and was amazed, JonTron. It couldn't be, Jonathan Jafari Had a crush on me. My breathing began to get faster, how did he get to my channel. Maybe he remembered.

"Same goes for you, Vlogossity."

I needed to know his number, I had to get into contact with him but not in the obvious 'try all combinations' method. I started an email and sent it to Jon. I understood it might take weeks, event months for him to notice but surprisingly ten minutes layer I got a message.

Hey Valencia, as I told you before you have to figure it out. Keep on trying you might just get it.

I wanted to bash the screen in. Okay, time to try all combinations of a 3 digit number, not bad. I started with 000 and an old man with a thick accent picked up the phone, I closed it right away. "This is gonna take a while". I put my phone down, "lemme get my tea". 976-977-978-979-980-981...

A familiar voice was on the other side.

646-981-7589

"Jonathan?" I was baffled, "is that-". A sassy "yes" came from the phone. I looked at the time, about five. Charles walked around the room and flapped his wings loudly. "What's that in the background" he said getting exited. "My pet uh, owl, it's weird but he was a gift from the 'homelands", "oooooo". Charles managed to get to my shoulder and lightly pecked my ear. "What is he", I looked at Charles "an ashy faced owl".

From that point on me and Jonathan talked until 8. "So, I guess this is farewell". I smiled "I guess so".