My Angel Behind the Screen || CrankGameplays

My Angel Behind the Screen || CrankGameplays

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"Mae, just calm down." "How can I calm down? I screwed this all up!" "It's not your fault-" "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE ACE!" ___ Mae Parker has had some tough times after her major breakup with her boyfriend, lossing her younger brother, and even failing classes in school. She seems to be loosing herself in her problems, she can't stop blameing herself for everything that's happened. But when she comes across a certain youtube channel, she cant stop watching. Mae has found her happy place away from all the darkness, and people have noticed her attitude has changed to life. When Mae finds her favorite youtuber in a Starbucks one morning, it all just turns upside down from there. ___ "Oh God I'm so sorry!" "No, no. I'm okay." I looked up to see the person I tripped over. My eyes widened. "Are you sure? You seem a bit winded..." "I-I'm fine, really." "Are you sure? I mean I can go get some-" "No really...I'm fine." I was fine, I really was. The one that saved me from death was standing right in front of me, of course I was fine. I mean...he basically saved my life. "Okay, I'm Ethan." "Mae." I held out my hand and he shook it. "That's a pretty name...Mae, I like it." he said, I gave him a small smile and looked to my knees, blushing slightly. "Thanks." I whispered. Ethan returned a smile to me and stood up, he held out his hand and smiled. I took it and he helped me to my feet. "So, uh, um, see ya-" he started to ramble on and I placed a finger to his lips. "Shh." I whispered, "I'm free Friday afternoon, we could meet at Starbucks and hang out?" I asked quietly, Ethan nodded and I removed my finger from his lips. "Cool, yeah, Friday...yeah, cool, seya then!" Ethan raced off in the other direction and I smiled to myself. "Oh god...I just met my hero..." [If anybody has the guts to show this to Ethan...I will flipping follow you and you will be like my bestfriend...]
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