"Not to make it more awkward, but are you Ian from Idubbbz? Because I'm gonna be really embarrassed if that's actually you" I cut through the the smiles. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh, that faggot? He who makes youtube videos?" He said looking disgusted. "Yeah that'd be me." He finished off. "And not to make this more awkward, but are you Y/n the singer? Because I'm really going to be embarrassed if you're her." He smirked slyly. I rolled my eyes in response. "Oh you mean that cheap whore on the radio? Yeah, that'd be me." I mimicked him and walked out in the kitchen. This was not how I wanted to meet Ian Carter, in fucking sweatpants. hi, hi this was a draft from one of the chapters. this is my second fic and will probably be as trashy as my first one (which i deleted after like a week or so). i mean no disrespect towards the shrimpson boys, and they'll hopefully never find this fic bc it's a piece of cringy garbage. english isn't my first language, which you might be able to tell :::))), so pls correct me and spam some shitty feedback and keep your expectations low.