The next morning, you walked into work with a smile on your face; a genuine smile. People in your work never saw you look this happy and questioned if you were sick. You checked your phone one last time before clocking in and starting the 8 hour long day. Luckily it wasn't busy today, so it was easier on you and your favorite co-worker: Justin. Justin was a younger guy that just graduated high school to earn money for college. He suffers from severe OCD; closing and opening doors constantly, always wearing gloves no matter what it is, always wearing a mask, and he hated being around others in this type of environment. You helped him cope with his OCD, and he helped with whatever he could for you.
"So, I heard about the two guys yesterday." Justin begins to start conversation while changing out his 'dirty' gloves.
"Yeah; how'd you hear about it?" You questioned him; he was struggling to wash his gloves in the sink. Through every ten minutes, he washed his gloves off. The sink was crowded with dishes and dirty sink water, causing him to have a panic attack. After getting him to calm down and cleaning out the sink, he finally replies.
"Beth told me, you know how she craves drama around here." Beth was the manager that would start or spread drama; she feeds off of drama.
You rolled your eyes, "It's true, but don't believe what she says though." The small bell attached to the door rings and grabs your attention. You glare up to see Brian and Craig yet again, at the same time as yesterday.
"Hey Brian!" You called him over, waving him down. He seemed happy to see you as well as Craig was. Craig tagged behind his friend over to the counter where they placed their orders and waited by the side for their coffees.
"I'd like you to meet Justin!" You introduced them to Justin. He smiles and waves, getting back to scrubbing the floor because he 'saw a spot that had a stain'. Brian and Craig shot a confused glare at you, darting their eyes towards where Justin was.
"Oh, Justin has severe OCD." Justin peered his head up for a second with a nervous smile, then turning his attention back to whatever he was doing. You hand the boys their coffee and sadly, they couldn't stay to enjoy it in the shop. Brian gave you a short goodbye hug and walked out with Craig to the car. Justin darts himself back up with a disgusted look.
"I don't see how you can let people hug you." You rolled your eyes, "I'm not a germaphobe OCD freak like you Justin." You playfully tease him. He shrugs, knowing you were right.
***
As Craig shuts the drivers side door, he glares over at Brian. "You know we could've stayed in and drank coffee right? We have an extra hour to kill before the convention." Brian didn't think about that, since he doesn't drive and doesn't remember how far away the place is from Starbucks. Brian flicks his wrist, suggesting that they hurry up and get their as early as possible. Craig turns up the radio and steps on the gas pedal and heads to the convention.
At the gaming convention, Craig and Brian set up a signing booth with merch and signing available to everyone that come by. Craig set up his vlogging camera on the tripod in the background of their booth while Brian set up their merch gear on the tables. After waiting a few minutes after setting up, people flooded their booth. Brian was astonished to see how many fans he truly had in person wearing his merch or just coming up to him and saying how much they supported him and what he does. Craig took tons of photos and snapchat videos with fans while signing merch or their own personal items they brought.
For what seemed like forever, finally the line went down and everyone receded and Craig and Brian were left to themselves for a moment. Craig and Brian loved doing things like this to meet their fans, and having the opportunity to do it together was even more fun for the both of them.
"Do you think I should invite Y/n?" Brian mumbled, not noticing that Craig heard him.
"Do it, she'd seem to like something like this. Don't your fans want to know who she is?" Craig replied to his comment; Brian took out his phone and sent you a message.
Terroriser: Hey Y/n, meet me at {insert address}!
Brian waited for a reply; his phone buzzed in his hand five minutes after sending the text.
Y/n: Okay, it'll take me awhile but I can try. I'll call you if I'm lost and/or when I arrive!
Brian smiled widely at his phone, shoving it back into his pocket.
***
You finally arrive to the destination, looking around through the crowd of people to find Brian and Craig. A teenage girl walks up to you with a Terroriser shirt and Mini Ladd sweatpants on, along with her phone in hand.
"Are you Y/n, the girl Brian and Craig met at Starbucks?" She questioned you; you totally forgot they vlogged about you/ put you in their vlog. You nervously smiled, not realizing you'd be recognized.
"Y-Yeah, that's me. Their coffee server." You waved, going to walk past her, but she grabbed onto your arm, "Wait, can I have a photo?" A photo with an irrelevant coffee shop woman? You decide to go with it and take a photo with her, and then continue on to find Brian and Craig. Searching for five minutes, you find them finally with a line full of people.
"Y/n!" Brian shouts your name, causing everyone to look back and stare at you. You shuffle your way up to the booth, giving Brian a hug. You heard Craig 'ooohhh' in your ear after Brian held the hug out a little longer than expected. After pulling away, you sit in Brian's seat while they're standing up taking photos and signing merch and other things for their fans. A couple people invited you into the photos, which made you feel special in your own way. Signing and photos took up more time than expected, but it was fun nevertheless. Brian and Craig enjoyed your company while you held the vlog camera and recorded some good clips for their vlog videos.
"You seem to have a lot of fans." You remarked an obvious comment.
"Yeah, I'd like to think so-" Brian goes to speak, but Craig interrupts him by saying, "SUBSCRIBE TO MINI LADD TODAY!" You three break out into laughter.
***
Since Justin drove you here, you got Craig to drive you home. It was about midnight, and Craig played some music while you chilled in the backseat of his red lamborghini. Singing and rapping along to some fast paced music, it shocked both Craig and Brian that you could equally match up to Craig's skill. The car ride didn't seem as long as it was, surprisingly since Craig got lost trying to get off the exit to your house. Both you and Brian were shouting and laughing at him raging over the fact he was miles away from the exit he was supposed to be reminded of sooner to get off at.
"Craig, it's okay. Just take the next exit-" You go to explain, but he was too busy shouting at Brian for laughing hysterically at him.
"It's not my fault, you should've reminded me! I don't live here and it's my first time here! Shut your whore mouth, Brian!" Brian couldn't take Craig seriously, since whenever he was mad, his voice got higher pitched. At this point, he sounded ridiculous. You snickered, "Craig, calm down! Take the next exit!" You tried shouting over Brian's laughing and Craig screeching. By the time Craig finally listened, he almost missed the next exit. He cut in front of a small car, finally getting off the highway.
"Dear God, Craig- please don't kill us." Brian held onto the handle above his seat, feeling as though Craig wasn't responsible enough to have a car this powerful. Craig giggled deviously, "Oh come on, it's like Grand Theft Auto!" You smack Craig's shoulder a few times, leaving powerful stings.
"This isn't a game, Craig! There isn't a fucking respawn button! Please don't risk our lives." You sigh; Craig stops at the stop light, looking back at you. "Sorry about that, I get carried away sometimes." He apologizes to you, hoping you wouldn't hate him for the way he drove back there.
"It's fine dude." You reply with a smile, lightening up the mood. The drive was a smooth one home; as he pulled into your driveway, you give the two boys a hug and a goodbye as you hopped out of the car and walked inside.
***
"You do to!" Craig argues with Brian the music was off and the only thing filling the air was sarcastic tension.
"No I don't, I can have female friends Craig." Brian sighs dramatically, looking out the window to watch the street lights glimmer blur pass through the cars on the highway back to his house. Craig rolled his eyes, changing into a faster lane.
"I know you can have female friends, but I feel like you both have some type of-" Craig tried finding the correct word to explain himself, "Spark?" Brian interrupts Craig; Craig agrees with his word choice.
"Yeah, you just met her and you're inviting her to our signing. You could've invited any other female friend, but you invited her. Coincidence, I think not?" Craig looks over at Brian, who doesn't make eye contact. He refuses to admit his feelings.
"Craig, I know you're trying to help me by getting me back out in the dating community, but I don't think I can-" Craig pulls into the driveway and quickly puts the car in park. He turns to his friend, glaring him in the eyes.
"It's been over a year, Brian. I understand the scar left, but I can sense the spark between you two and Y/n. I don't want you to miss out on something life changing because you refuse to accept how you feel to me or yourself. She seems to love to be around us, you especially. I know you just met her and all, but promise me when I leave that you'll get to know her."
Brian ponders to himself for a minute, "I promise."