I woke up the next morning to the sound of a voice in my apartment. If I hadn't felt so tired, I might have reacted in a better way than I did, but all I could muster was an over the top yawn and a quick scan around the apartment. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, my vision still a little cloudy from my sleep, and I realized pretty quickly that the voice I was hearing was Jimmy's. My heart skipped a beat, my mind racing over every thought as to how he got into my apartment, until I woke up just enough to realize that I was being rather stupid, and the voice I was hearing was coming from my phone.

I unplugged my phone, it felt extremely hot since it had been on all night whilst also being on charge. I could've sworn I turned auto play off. I scrolled down the screen a little, Jimmy's voice still playing, saying a word over and over that didn't quite make any sense to my half asleep mind. The auto play was definitely off, so why was it still playing? I scrolled back up and rubbed my eyes a little bit, reading the title for the video. 'Saying Pewdiepie 100,000 Times'. I chuckled to myself, thinking about what a strange video idea it was, but I remembered hearing something about PewDiePie battling for the number one position on YouTube, and thought maybe it had something to do with that. I wonder how long this video is? I clicked on the video, and the red line at the bottom appeared, showing that it had been playing for 10 hours and 32 minutes. Jesus Christ, how could he have sat doing this for so long? I guarantee that he was regretting this less than half way through filming it, but he must have been god damn committed. Did this mean that I'd been asleep for almost 11 hours also? I must have been watching his videos until about three in the morning, so what time was it now? I pulled down the notification screen from the top of my phone, and was rather taken aback by the little clock in the corner of the screen, reading '14:17', shit, that's most of the day gone already.

I walked to the bathroom, turning the shower tap on, feeling the coldness of the water pouring out. There was no way in hell I was going to shower in that if I didn't have to, and in that moment I was so happy that college was over and done with. I shut the water off and made my way into the bedroom, every single floorboard creaking under my feet as I went, until I reached my closet. I grabbed whatever was at the front, which ended up being a moderately flattering T-Shirt and some skinny jeans. If most of my clothes weren't in the wash, I might have picked something else for just lounging around the house, but everything else in my closet were things that I never wore, so there was no point changing.

I took off my clothes that I'd fallen asleep in, chucking them in my laundry basket, slightly regretting having worn them out of the house yesterday. If I'd have known that I was going to meet a cute guy, I would've hoped to have been in something that showed off my figure a little bit more, but it was too late now. I sprayed myself with deodorant, and dressed myself. I grabbed my washing and carted it into my kitchen, shoving piles of clothes into the machine. I didn't like doing my washing more than I had to, as the machine was so loud, I was afraid I'd get noise complaints, but it needed to be done.

I looked out the window of my apartment, the sun shining a little bit more than it was yesterday. It probably would've been even brighter if I hadn't have slept through all of my alarms this morning. I'm partially glad that I did though, as I was awake for almost 24, and I probably would've been half dead if I did have to get up this morning. The only problem is, I now have a ton of energy, and absolutely no where to go, and nothing that I particularly wanted to do. I decided to keep my mind busy by general chores around the apartment that needed to be done. I washed up the dishes from yesterday, and hung up the load of laundry that I had done, giving the place a clean and tidy, until there was nothing else to really be done. The last thing I wanted to do was to go to bed tonight feeling like the entire day had been wasted, so if I didn't need to leave the apartment, then I might as well make it more habitable.

I sat down on the couch, phone in hand, and settled into the couple of cushions that were now deformed and flat after sleeping on them all night. I scrolled through Facebook for about five minutes, watching the occasional unnecessary that popped up, before moving onto the next one, ignoring every single one of my 'friend's' posts, as none of them really interested me in any way. My mind started to daydream a little bit as all of the statuses and photos blurred into one, and I found myself thinking about yesterday's events again, absentmindedly smiling as I did so.

I must have sat like this for about half an hour, before I was snapped out of my train of thought by my obnoxiously loud phone ringing. The mobile number appeared across my screen, and it wasn't one that I recognized. I hesitated a little, before decided to answer the phone, half expecting it to be just another cold caller, or someone who'd gotten the wrong number. "Hello?" I asked, I could hear air whizzing past the speaker on the other end, and I could barely make out the person on the other end. I debated hanging up before I heard rather clearly "God dammit" and all of a sudden the air stopped "Y/N?" He asked on the other end of the line. "Yeah?" My mind racing over why I knew this voice, but also didn't know it at the same time. "Hi! Sorry about that, it's Chris." I felt a quizzical expression appearing on my face, wondering if this was the same Chris that I met yesterday, or if it was someone from college that had somehow gotten my number. "Chris? As in Jimmy and Chris?" I asked, the person on the other end of the phone laughing slightly, "Yeah that's the one! Sorry, I had Jimmy's A/C turned up way too high, sorry if you couldn't hear me too well. I called to say that we're outside your building and we've got your bag." I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, I doubted that I'd see Jimmy again, let alone this soon. The words got stuck in my mouth a little bit, and I must have sounded awful as I croaked out the words "Oh shit." I quickly cleared my throat, "I can be down in a minute, just let me put my shoes on, thank you so much." I got up and walked over to my front door, grabbing my shoes from the small little rack next to the door. I could hear Jimmy talking on the other end of the line, but couldn't make out what he was saying as he wasn't the one using the phone. "If it's okay with you Y/N could we come up to your apartment? Jimmy's got a few other things for you as well." My puzzlement only grew with that sentence, what could he possibly have meant by that? "And I really need a piss." He laughed. I chuckled at him, quickly glancing at the already clean apartment behind me, there was no reason that they couldn't come in, only the embarrassment of living in such a crappy place. "Yeah sure, it's number six, just give me a quick buzz and I'll let you in." I said, "See you in a minute." He said before dropping the call.

My heart was still racing in my chest, wondering what else Jimmy could have for me.