hatred | miniminter

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a week on from the holiday, i haven't uttered a word to anybody about the events that took place and have found myself being a lot quieter than usual. i hate to admit i have actually been thinking about him, my mind wandering to that night in the most awkward situations. like when i'm doing the laundry, or brushing my teeth. i can't keep him out of my mind.

'@edenharris: streaming on twitch for the first time in a whileeee! 30 mins x'

i tweet out, sitting at my desk as i prepare everything. making sure the camera is in the right position, my mic and i switch on the ring light. these are the things i love about my job, being able to sit down and chat with people i hardly know yet i can find myself having the best conversations. i'm popular among the female audience due to my videos consisting of girly chats, talking about topics they may be afraid to talk to their mums about, asking guys questions that girls are too afraid to ask, clothing hauls and so on. though a mixture, i really enjoy it and i appreciate how my guy friends get involved. freya finding my channel was possibly one of the greatest things to happen as i have gained a larger audience through meeting the boys and also made some amazing friends.

i begin streaming, sitting comfortably in my chair with my headphones on as i rest backwards, "hello guys." i hum, watching the viewers fly in. "just a chatty one today." i smile at the camera, glancing at the chat for a moment.

'she's back!'
'i've missed your streams'

i smile glancing at the chat, "yeah i've been busy, went on holiday then just given myself a week off i guess, but i'm back!" i smile cheerily, as the viewers and subs come flying in, i thank each one of them individually. "did you have a good holiday?" i squint my eyes, reading the chat. "yes!" i exclaim. "i had a really good holiday with everyone, i think i'm still possibly hungover though." i rub my head, giggling softly.

'everyone's stories were so funny'

"oh don't even get me started on the boys dancing, and when i went flying on the beach. i caught a nice tan too, look!" i lift up my crop top slightly to flash my stomach, then my arms. "honestly it was a blast, i'd love to do it again."

i sit chatting for a while, answering any questions and waffling about the holiday, life and other random things. "miniminter is in my viewers." i raise my eyebrows, glancing at the screen. "hmm." i mutter, breathing in deeply and throwing my body back into the chair.

"donation £10 miniminter hi eden"

"simon, you have not just donated to say hi," i roll my eyes, "just fuck off simon." i smirk slightly, but i was genuinely serious. the chat goes crazy.

'these guys hate each other it's so funny'
'stop simon slander'
'hi simon'
'we need to see you and simon in a video'

"you don't need to see us in a video," i chuckle softly, "wouldn't be very interesting." i raise my eyebrows, now nervously playing with my hair. and one of these moments is my mind goes wandering elsewhere, thinking about the holiday. simon. the flirting. my phone pings multiple times, instantly sending me out of my daze. "oo, who's messaging me?" i reach for my phone, lifting it up to look at it.

from simon
don't fucking tell me to fuck off
i swear to god
you're such a bitch
also our videos would be very interesting and you know exactly what i'm talking about
u look like ur thinking about me ;)

i fall back into my seat, smirking at the somewhat angry messages from simon and i begin to cockily smirk at my phone.

from simon
stop looking like that
you're so annoying
don't ignore me