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By Static_Shadow10

A/N

You can just imagine and pick your own, Brielle's, Katlyn's, and Maryia's outfits for this last Vidcon day. I forgot to pick them myself so... HAVE FUN! Imagine what you like, in case you haven't liked what I've picked. But I'm still your personal, um, what's the word...? Designer? Dresser? Hold on... *quick Mr. Google search laterrr*
AHA! Stylist! I could not think of that one, little word -_- That ever happen to you guys? Annoying right? Like me with this long author's note... oops... well, the point is: I'm still your stylist, I'm just letting you have some freedom, this once...
ENJOY THE STORY!

Last day... I guess this means it's all, kinda... over...

Today was the third and final day of this year's annual Vidcon. Along with that, it's also our last day hanging out with Mark, Jack, Felix, and Maryia. We had their numbers saved on our phones, so we could still text and call. But it's not the same as actually hanging out in real life. We woke up later than usual this morning, so we didn't have time to eat a whole breakfast at Cafe Koko, and instead ended up just getting a box of donuts.

I woke up pretty bummed this morning, but I decided to try and keep a positive mental attitude today. It was pretty hard to keep it up when Maryia picked us up in her car and we saw hers and the guys long faces. The car ride to Anaheim was quiet, apart from the small talk, light music, and chewing of donuts.

Guess we'll ALL have to try to keep a positive mental attitude today.

Once we arrived at the convention center, we wanted to spend the whole day together and try to make the most of our last day together. Turns out, that was easier said than done.

Problem Number One: Jack, Mark, and Felix had a meet and greet that would take up most of their day and Brielle, Maryia, and I had nothing else planned. We decided that, first, we would see where the guys were stationed at, then walk around, check out other booths, maybe meet some other creators. Then, once we finished looking around and doing a little shopping, we would come back and join the guys for the remainder of their meet and greet.

Problem Number Two: Katlyn. Somehow, she managed to meet up with us at the entrance and stuck to our group while we were making plans. She, seemingly, popped out of nowhere and said quick greetings to most of us then turned to Jack and started chatting him up. I was a little more annoyed, considering every time I, so little as glanced at them, Katlyn would shoot me a horrible death glare and scoff in annoyance.

I couldn't help but imitate her second action each time I became a victim of her glare, with the added addition of an eye-roll. It felt like the tension could be cut with an axe and I'm pretty sure everyone else noticed because Brielle was quick to swoop in and drag me away.

"I think we're gonna go off and do some YouTube shopping. Anything you guys want?" She held my shoulders, slightly squeezing them to try and calm me down. They all shook their heads no, asking for nothing, but still gave us money so we could buy drinks on our way back.

"I'll text you where the meet and greet is when we get there," Maryia told us. Brielle gave her a thumbs up and pushed me away from the group and towards all the booths.

Once we were far enough away from the group, Brielle took her hands off my shoulders and stood in front of me. She gave me a look of slight exasperation and confusion.

"What's with all the animosity towards Katlyn? Every time I looked at either you or her, there were glares and eye-rolls and scoffs, like what the hell? What's up with you two?" I rolled my eyes for what felt like the millionth time this morning and crossed my arms, preparing to state the obvious.

"SHE HATES ME!" She stared at me with more confusion then closed her eyes and rubbed her temples.

"what?" It was a quiet whisper, barely audible, but I could still hear it nonetheless, that made me feel like I probably sounded crazy to her and like what I had just told her was insane and totally impossible. I nodded my head furiously while I started ranting to Brielle all about Katlyn and the way she's been acting towards us. More me, specifically, but that's not what's important.

"Every. Single. GODDAMN TIME, I, so much as throw a glance in her direction, she gives me a look that's saying 'Imma cut you bish' and I DON'T KNOW WHY! I haven't done anything offensive to her and, obviously, I'm not just gonna let her be rude to me, so I give her a taste of her own medicine and glare, maybe an eye-roll, and a scoff, but I still don't get WHY she does it to me! And it's not like, 'oh maybe she doesn't like me or my personality' or something like that, she's hated me ever since she met me!"

"When we first met, she grabbed my hand, BARELY, and moved me aside so she could talk to Jack! OH! And don't even get me STARTED on her SHAMELESS CRUSH ON JACK! I MEAN, CAN YOU BE MORE OBVIOUS? She ignores the rest of us, so she can talk to Jack and Jack can only talk to her because he's too nice to say 'HEY I HAVE OTHER FRIENDS' or blow her off! And she is such a kiss-"

"OKAY! Let's calm you down and shut you up." A palm covered my mouth to prevent the rest of my hour-long complaint about Katlyn from coming out, and, while I was a bit annoyed, I was a little grateful that Brielle shut me up. I had started getting so frustrated, I was starting to stomp around and clench the hair on my head in my fist. Only when Brielle stopped me, I realized how tight my grip was and how loud my stomps were.

I took deep breaths while rubbing the top of my, now sore, head. I thanked and apologized to Brielle at the same time and we decided to continue walking and, try, to get some booth-shopping done while we talked.

As we continued our walk, I was ready to continue my rant, this time in a more calm and orderly fashion, but I was stopped, again, by Brielle.

"Okay... I hear what you're saying. Don't you think you're just overreacting, just a bit? I mean, apart from this morning, she's been really nice and sweet towards ALL of us. INCLUDING you." My eyes practically popped outta my head while my head wanted to explode. "And, yes, I see the desperateness that is Katlyn and her crush on Jack, and normally I would be laughing and making fun of her, and probably even teasing her to her face about it, like if it were a NORMAL crush on a NORMAL person."

I threw my hands in the air, finally glad that Brielle understood what I was getting at. But, then I realized what her last-said sentence was, I let my arms swing loose by my side and gave her a confused "huh?" She just grinned and gave me a knowing look.

"He's Jacksepticeye. He's, dare I say and don't tell him I said this, famous. She's got a humongous celebrity crush on him and she's probably DREAMED of meeting him. And, well, she has! So, she's gonna soak up every single second of this she can. Come on, you had a crush on Jack too, and when we met him, you could barely talk-"

"Actual, it was YOU who could barely talk. Remember?" She rolled her eyes at me and waved my interruption off.

"Still, you couldn't believe it. You were happy and excited, and, I know you, you were relishing every single moment that day, scared that the second breakfast was over, so was your own little personal meet and greet with Jack." I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.

I guess she might be right. Katlyn's just excited to meet Jack and I've been distracting him from being the good guy he is and getting to know a fan.

"I guess you're right... god, I hate it when you're right!" She just snickered at me and flipped her hair over her shoulder, confidently, as I started slowly slouching while I walked.

"I know. I'm a god damn genius." She used her thumb and pointer finger to hold her head up high. You could practically see the cocky sparkles surrounding her. She looked like a confident anime boy or Hamilton in an animatic. I just chuckled at her and ignored the cocky attitude.

"I'm always right. About staying in a hotel in L.A., this Katlyn thing, your crush on Jack..."

"WHAT?!" I let out a shriek and she just laughed at me.

"Yeah. You like Jack. MORE NOW cause you actually know him, as more than just a crazy YouTuber, and you might ACTUALLY have a chance with him, and you being his new best friend helps. But don't dig yourself too deep into that hole, cause then you might get yourself friend-zoned. And no one wants that." My face heated up more with every little thing she said and my face was boiling hot with bashfulness.

"NO! NONONONONO! NO! I DO NOT HAVE FEELINGS FOR JACK! YOU ARE INSANE WOMAN!" I panicked and yelled the first things that came to my head, which was, of course, denial. My yelling ended up earning us some unwanted attention from bystanders and I hid my face using one hand while using the other to drag a howling Brielle away from the spot of embarrassment.

I finally stopped in the middle of some random crowd, with a now, somewhat, calm Brielle, who was still wiping away tears and holding her sides.

"I mean, you can't say that your celebrity crush on him has completely disappeared, just because now you know him in real life. Plus, the jealousy. MAN! I thought maybe you only liked him cause he was your famous-person-crush, and all that, but MAN! YOU HAVE GOT IT BAD SISTER!" She pointed at me with gleaming eyes and a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

I avoided looking at her and instead walked in the direction of a random booth. Lucky for me, that booth was a book booth that had novels written by the very people on the internet we know and love.

There was Shane Dawson, Joey Graceffa, and Felix himself. I contemplated buying it, getting him to sign it, then selling it and making a million bucks. I just laughed at myself knowing that that would be kinda wrong. Brielle caught up to me and kept on talking to me more about her assumed feelings that I had for Jack.

"I can see it now! Do you want a beach wedding or a garden wedding? Or maybe something indoors? Church? A CASTLE?" I glared at her, begging her to shut up and she finally did.

"Or- uh, nevermind." I chuckled quietly to myself as I looked at all the books displayed and, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Brielle still smiling and picking out some books.

Even though she embarrassed me in front of random strangers about something as personal as a crush and started planning my wedding... I'm glad she's back to her normal self again.

We ended up nearly impulse-buying every single thing in sight if it weren't for a little something called 'Self-Restraint.' Without it, Brielle and I would've bought every single thing in every single booth. Twice.

But we didn't, and actually didn't go as crazy with our final purchases as we thought we would've.

After doing our shopping, Brielle and I walked to the food truck circle to buy drinks and little snacks for everyone.

We found a smoothie truck and texted Maryia, asking for what fruit combinations everyone likes. She answered quicker than I thought she would, (considering I thought the guys were probably SUPER busy with the fans), giving us our answers, along with directions from the outside to where the meet and greet was.

After Brielle and I bought the drinks, we started making our way towards the meet and greet, but instead... we bought a pizza. We used the money the guys gave us though, so technically, they bought the pizza.

We had used our own money to buy their drinks and now we're using their money to buy food... so it's even.

After the pizza, we scurried our way back to the group, not stopping for anything. Except for fans who wanted pictures or autographs. But, other than that, stopping for nothing!

"WE COME BEARING GIFTS!" Brielle announced as we found the group and she was met with a lot of cheers. Maryia was nowhere to be seen but there were still tons of other people to make up for her absence. I asked Katlyn, who was sitting at a table, and she told me 'Nature called.' That was all I needed to know, so I just gave her a thumbs up and her smoothie. I also gave Mark and Felix their own smoothies and they both take hearty sips with smiles.

I grabbed Jack's and handed it to him.

"I've brought you frankincense," I tell him. He smiles at me and gives me a small bow and a 'thank you.'

Suddenly, Maryia jumped in with her hair covering her face.

"And I brought you myrrh,"

"Thank you."

"MURDER!" She shocked while messily moving her hair from her face.

"JUDAS! NO!"

Everyone ended up laughing at us and Brielle and I became part of the meet and greet. Some fans also wanted to hug, high-five, or quote vines with us so we decided to crash the guy's event and become part of the package.

We ate our pizza sparingly, only taking tiny bites in between every few fans, and our pizza ended up getting cold and gross.

~ Lunchtime Kids ~

The meet and greet finally ended and we were hungry, tired, and out of smoothies. We were all sat in chairs, or in Brielle's case, lying on the table, drooping and not looking forward to standing and being functioning members of society.

"Can we just sleep here? And order take-out? So they can bring it to us... or Uber-Eats?" Brielle said with a complimentary warm towel on her face. We all received one and each had them covering our faces or resting on our foreheads. We all laughed slightly at Brielle's suggestions and eventually, came up with the decision to get our lazy butts up and walk to the food trucks if we wanted food.

While making our way back there, we debated on what food to have. We juggled between Irish, Korean, or Swedish, but not everyone was really feeling any of the choices. I started getting agitated about our indecisiveness until I felt a lightbulb flick on in my head.

"What about Italian?! In honor of Marzia not being able to join us this weekend." I said while bowing my head and wiping away fake tears. Everyone agreed with my suggestion and soon enough, we were seated at a park bench, enjoying some gourmet food truck Italian cuisine. We were all so hungry, we ate lunch like a starving pack of wolves, with almost no conversation in-between except for the occasional 'pass this or that.'

After all the food disappeared, we leaned back and rubbed our stomachs in satisfaction. We were now full, but with renewed energy.

"That was some good eating!" Maryia stretched her arms and put them behind her head in delight. I raised my nearly-empty plastic cup.

"God bless the Italians!" Everyone raised their cups along with mine and we toasted while letting out laughs and giggles. We took sips from our drinks and I volunteered to take everyone's trash and throw it out. Brielle offered to join me and help. We gathered everyone's trash up and made our way to the garbage bins to throw it out.

After dumping everything, we turned to make our way back to our group of friends, and I was met with the sight of Katlyn leaning her head on Jack's shoulder while smiling like a mad-woman. The sight made my body feel like a wave came over me. A wave of a million different negative emotions.

I didn't know what to call the wave so I just let the feelings pass and tried to start walking with Brielle. However, she pulled my arm back abruptly.

"Not jealous, eh? I'd say that's, at least, not... content about the position they're in." She insinuated. I took a step backward and looked at my shoes. I mumbled about not being jealous and dragged my foot on the ground like a little kid. That caused Brielle to ask me what I was feeling since it wasn't jealousy.

"It's just... she's been taking up a lot of his time, and I get that she wants to hang out with him... I just feel like, after the first day of Vidcon, he had no time for the rest of us." She nodded in understanding and had a look of deep thought.

Suddenly, her face lit up and she yelled out about a "great idea."

"How about... we invite the guys and Maryia out to dinner tonight? So we can spend more time with them and not have to worry about Katlyn being there. She's probably only sticking around for Vidcon, then we'll separate and all will be back to normal! What do you say?" She seemed really enthusiastic about the idea, and I, personally, thought it was a pretty great idea as well.

"You know what? Sounds great! Let's do it!" I cheered with enthusiasm. We had content smiles as we walked back to our table with the rest of our friends. I entered back into the conversation as if I had never left and Brielle was looking for restaurants nearby.

We decided to go back inside and just walk around and play some more games to kill the last little bit of time we had left at Vidcon. As we were making our way to the gaming floor, Brielle showed me a fancy restaurant that was close to our hotels called Lumiose Galette.

I eagerly nodded my head and she momentarily separated from the group to try and make reservations for tonight at 8:00. Yeah, it's a little later than anyone would usually have dinner but we're gonna be here for a little while longer, then we have to get all fancy and that takes time. We were just allowing us to have enough time to get ready. When Brielle rejoined the group, I pulled her slightly aside and asked her about the reservations.

"It took a lot of bargaining, convincing, and maybe a little bribing... but I did it! Reservations at 8 for 6, under the name Winona Ryder!" She announced her success proudly.

"Winona Ryder?"

"Don't ask, it's part of the bargaining and convincing." I shrugged my shoulders and decided to just roll with it as we joined the rest of the group.

We spent the last few hours of Vidcon just messing around, attending seminars, and spending as much time as we could with each other and new friends we met along the way.

Finally, 5:30 came around and Vidcon was started to wrap up for another year. We said our final farewells to everyone and made our way to the car. Katlyn stuck with us the whole wall through the parking lot and was still reluctant to say goodbye.

"I'm gonna miss you..." Katlyn hugged Jack like it was her last meal on death row. Jack hugged her back before she said goodbye's to the rest of us, which consisted of hugs and "talk soon"'s.

She walked off to her own car and we loaded into Maryia's. After a few minutes of sitting in the car, I looked at Brielle and she looked back and gave me a smile, accompanied by a small nod. We knew it was time to tell everyone about our dinner idea.

"Hey, guys? You know that snazzy restaurant Lumiose Galette?" I asked everyone. Mark and Maryia nodded while Felix and Jack had no idea what we were talking about. Mark and Maryia explained that it was this big-scale restaurant that is really fancy and extremely hard to book reservations for.

"It's even got a Michelin Star. Now, I don't know what that is, but it sounds important." Mark exclaimed. "Why do you bring it up?" He turned to face my direction, as did everyone else, and I glanced at Brielle to redirect everyone's attention to her. She held her phone up to show everyone the brightly lit screen.

"It just so happens that Y/n and I may, or may not, have made reservations tonight at 8:00 for 6 people under the name Winona Ryder, as a celebration to our newfound friendship!" Her voice proudly and excitedly announced and everyone responded with cheers and enthusiastic chatter.

Time to get all nice and fancy for our dinner date with the squad!





A/N

WOO! NEW CHAPTER! I'm always hyped up after finishing a new chapter!

So, first, yeah I was lazy and didn't pick Vidcon outfits for day 3, but then I figured I'll let you have some freedom this time lol since I was too lazy to choose.

Also, I downloaded Grammarly (#notsponsered) on my laptop and it makes editing A LOT less of a pain in the butt. And it helps me not use the same freaking word a billion times because I gotta describe how happy everyone is but I'm uneducated and write at 3 am when my brain doesn't work. Plus it helps my spelling cause I type fast and don't pay attention.

ENOUGH OF THE GRAMMARLY ALREADY! GODDD! This was DEFINITELY NOT sponsored but imagine if it was! That would be so epic lol

ANYWAYS! I created an Art Prompt in my Announcement Book that I think is really fun and really cool and I really wanna see your drawings for it, if you decide to do it. It's basically you draw yourself, the guys, and what you think the girls look like in a group picture that you would like, take at Vidcon or something. So yeah um check that out please and add that book to your library so you can get important announcements like this and other future stuff.

Um yeah, thanks so much for reading and nice job if you read that WHOLE author's note of nonsense. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you next time! Bye-byeee!

- Sincerely, Static

P.S. Lumiose Galette isn't an actual restaurant, at least that I know of, it's a snack in Pokemon XY that I thought sounded fancy enough for a restaurant. Oh, and Michelin Stars are a rating for restaurants to grade restaurants on their quality. I just wanted to get fancy with my made-up restaurant.

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