Song: Paper Tigers, OwlCity
Three o'clock rolled around almost too fast. My vlog was still rendering when we left, and Mitch had literally just said goodbye to Jerome when I said that we had to leave to get to the mall. Mitch may or may not have sped all the way to the mall to get there on time.
I checked my Twitter notifications on the way there. Twenty people had replied to Mitch's tweet about being at the mall saying that they would be there, and countless others complained about living too far away or wishing they could be there.
We parked and rushed inside, it was 3:10 now. We walked inside and began strolling. Mitch took out his phone and tweeted that we were finally here and that we were walking in the north branch of the mall.
His phone chimed as tweets came rushing in. He quickly slipped his phone into his pocket, not bothering to check the alerts. Within a minute, there was a tiny crowd around us. Mitch was signing things, smiling in pictures, and tweeting from people's phones. One or two of the people asked for my signature or my picture, but mostly they were there for Mitch.
It was nice to see him interact with his fans. They obviously really loved him, and he really loved them. He answered the questions of younger kids, talked with the teenagers, and assured a few mothers that the new content was kid-friendly.
When five o'clock rolled around, we walked with the remaining fans to the doors and hugged them all goodbye. We got in Mitch's car and drove off, waving as we went past the groups of people leaving the mall.
"That was fun!" I said happily.
"I never get tired of seeing my fans," Mitch replied, sounding equally as satisfied with the afternoon.
"Do you want to play Minecraft when we get back?" I asked, a little bit out of the blue.
"Sure, why not?" he replied.
I looked at all the pictures people were posting on Twitter of Mitch. Occasionally there would be a few that I was tagged in or I was actually in, and I thought the comments on the pictures were so cute. Everyone who came was really happy that they had met Mitch.
When we got back to Mitch's place, we raced each other downstairs to Mitch's set up. He had two computers and an extra monitor for exactly this purpose. We both logged into Minecraft and hopped on the Nexus.
"I think I need to pown some punks in the Hunger Games," I said, pretending to be tough.
"And by 'pown' you mean 'lose horrifically to'?" he laughed. I punched his shoulder.
"I am going to make it my personal goal to kill you in the deathmatch," I challenged.
"Oh yeah? You're on!" he laughed.
I had to play really well all game long. I was determined not only to stay alive, but also to take out as many other players as possible. I had to prove that I could, in fact, hand people's tails to them. I ended up doing really well, I killed five people off spawn and another three before deathmatch, and Mitch and I weren't even teaming.
Deathmatch came. I killed one person and Mitch killed the other. Then it was my time to see if I could actually take my boyfriend at his own game.
The round ended with Mitch dancing in my guts while fireworks went off all around.
"I hate you," I said.
"GG to you, too," he laughed, poking me in the side.
I laughed and tried to do the same to him, only he blocked my tiny hand. "Not so fast!" he chuckled, poking me again.
"This means war!" I shouted, trying miserably to stifle my laughing.