He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.

Paris was just a typical girl. She loved to go shopping, hang-out with friends, and eat. But she did hate youtubers. She thought they were never really funny and just boring. That people only liked them for their looks. What would happen if she found out she had a bunch of things in common with a certain Canadian youtuber? Would she realize they aren't boring at all? Would she realize what she's been missing?