I almost forgot that today is Monday and I have to go to work. And when I remembered, I gagged. It's still morning though, I have a few hours of daylight to enjoy.

I was making coffee for myself when Clay entered the kitchen. Usually, he comes in, refills his water bottle and leaves. But today was different.

"Good morning."

I stop mixing my coffee to look at him. Did he just say good morning to me? This is new, I don't know how to react.

"Huh?" I tilted my head.

He walks past me without even looking, refills his bottle, and speaks again.

"Was just checking if you're still ignoring me or not," he leans back on the counter and finally looks at me.

This is more like him.

"When have I ever ignored you?" I look disgusted. I don't even know why, maybe I'm disgusted from his lies.

"Last night?" He sounds confident.

Oh, I forgot. This idiot thought Nick was me.

"Last night when?" I pretend like I'm clueless to build up for the lie I just came up with.

"After you showered," I'm surprised that he's being patient.

I fake a look of realization on my face and nod, "Ohh.. I was listening to music, didn't hear you."

I only lied cause ignoring him wasn't something I would do. Because it would make him feel better; at the end of the day he hates me with passion because I'm nice to him no matter what he does.

"What a powerful song it was," he nods sarcastically, "made you shapeshift and shit."

Fuck.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

"Hm?" I know he knows, and I'm not mad that he knows, I'm just so pissed that he made me lie instead of being straight forward.

"And Nick was so confident that he's being sneaky," he laughs, "like what was the point?"

I groan and start mixing my coffee angrily. I don't want to talk to him anymore, I'm annoyed to the brim.

"Was I going to bite you if you came in?" He continues. And honestly, yes. Yes, with that tension between us he would 100 percent bite if I went in only with a towel. And the worst part is, I would probably enjoy it.

"You probably would," I sip my coffee.

"And you'd probably enjoy it."

My coffee goes up my nose. And not from what he said, but from the fact that I said it first. This is the second time he's reading my mind. Either he has superpowers, either I'm too predictable or we're soulmates. God forbid it's the third one.

"Good morning," suddenly George enters the kitchen. It's getting hot in here.

"Morning," I smile, even though we've greeted each other already.

"Do you wanna film that video today?" Clay immediately jumps into the conversation.

"Wait, really?" George raises a brow.

"Yeah? Why so surprised?" Clay furrows his brows.

George is silent for a moment. And I suppose he was surprised because they'd been convincing Clay to get back to making videos and streaming for 2 weeks already and he kept saying no.

"Nothing.. glad you found your motivation." George shrugs.

Clay takes a sip of his water slowly and looks at me.

"Mhm."

Why would he look at me? Weird ass motherfucker..

And starting from there, all of them start streaming, filming, and practicing all day long for another two weeks. And I only know that because I come home at 7 in the morning, sleep until 9 in the evening, and while I'm asleep, I hear them screaming at their microphones and breaking their desks.

During those two weeks, I barely see them. I share a few moments with George that I think are notable. Like the time our hands touched when we both reached for the light switch, or every time he would smirk at me for whatever reason and give me butterflies. And my personal favorite - the times he would text me in the middle of the night while I was at work and he couldn't sleep.

All of those moments brought so much joy into my life, and those little things made my heart beat for him faster and faster every day. Or should I say every night, cause I'm asleep during the day.

My relationship with Clay, or if we're being more honest - the absence of it, doesn't change at all. For example, he still rolls his eyes when I say good morning to him at 9 p.m. and goes like "it's not even fucking morning" or something like that. He makes sure to press the keyboard extra hard when I'm trying to sleep in his room and hits the desk with his fist a few more extra times for good luck. Although when I'm pretending to be asleep, he's very quiet all of a sudden.

And he also refuses to have a conversation with me if it's not an emergency. It's more like he becomes more and more vocal about hating me with every passing minute.

But Nick though.. anything Nick says is the highlight of my day. Mainly because he either says something really sweet or something unreasonably funny. Like once he told Clay that the only thing he's good for is making CO2 to keep the house plants busy and I found it the funniest thing ever. And the other day he told me that my hair smells like what orgasm feels like and I think about the creativity of that compliment every time I wash my hair.

The weirdest thing about this whole experience though has to be the fact that I equally use all of their beds to sleep in. If all three of them are streaming or filming, I sleep in Clay's bed cause he doesn't use a face camera. If Nick is streaming and George is asleep, I sleep in Nick's bed. And when there's a chance I sleep in George's bed and shamelessly hug his pillow cause it smells like him. And the couch became Patches' bed. She never leaves it therefore I need to ask for her permission to sleep on it.

And even though we never talk about it, I think it's obvious that they're not gonna leave anytime soon. Their careers are at a point where consistent updates seem to work the best for them. It's safe to say that they're not even trying to find a place to live anymore, all they are focused on is minecraft and I can see why; their view counts are going higher and higher each day.

And I wish everything stayed like that. But turns out this month was the introduction. It was the demo version. So let the chaos begin.