I woke up on the couch in Darryl's arms, two empty plates beside us. Once I remembered last night's events I felt my heartbeat speed up and my face grow pink.

Being in his arms felt right. We fit together so well, like puzzle pieces. I guess you could say he was the piece I had been missing for so long.

Had you asked me two weeks ago if I'd ever end up in baldboy's arms, I would've said no and that you were crazy. Same with my channel. Had you asked me if I wanted someone irl to EVER find it I would've said no, and maybe cried. But, here I am. Two things I never saw happening both happened, and aligned so perfectly to leave me where I am right now.

This last week has been an absolute roller coaster. I've had some of the best highs and the worst lows in such a short amount of time. If Darryl wasn't so caring none of those highs would even exist.

Him caring about me crying over my channel is what started everything. He could have very easily just said sorry and walked away, but he didn't. He cared about me, the person bothering him constantly for years now. I've been so loud, obnoxious, and rather stupid to be honest. I still don't see how he could ever like me.

In the midst of my thoughts I felt the arms wrapped around my waist grab on tighter. When I fell asleep I was laying up against him, my head on his chest.

"Good morning, dear." He said sleepily while stretching out a little bit. He sounded the cutest while he was still sleepy, I loved it.

"Good morning, baldy." Right after I said that he sat up and let go of me.

"Wow. I really thought we were going to have a nice moment, but I guess not." He looked away from me as he spoke. I knew he wasn't genuinely upset, but it still made me sad. It had been merely thirty seconds since he let go, and I already missed it.

"Heyyyyy I'm sorry, please don't let go of me.." After I said that he looked back over with me with a bright, beautiful smile. He grabbed me once more and pulled me close to him. So close I could feel his breathing on my neck. A closeness I wasn't necessarily used to, but a closeness I could definitely get used to.

"Don't be sorry, silly muffin. Just don't call me that." And with that, the butterflies returned. Muffin was such a stupid, yet adorable nickname. I felt my heart soar everytime he called me it. I loved all the names he had for me, it almost solidified our relationship. Kind of, at least. I still needed to work out the whole relationship thing. Is it a thing I needed to work out in the first place? I wasn't sure.

I spent the next twenty minutes lied down with my eyes closed while he played with my hair. Everything was so peaceful.

Everything was nice and quiet until my stomach decided it had to ruin the moment by rumbling. I tried playing it off, mainly because I didn't want to leave his embrace, but he wasn't listening to me.

"Come on you numpty muffin, let's go find something to eat."

I tried so desperately to protest, but he reassured me that we'd cuddle again after I ate something. We spent about ten minutes searching for food until Darryl stopped and said something.

"Alright, so there's clearly nothing in this house that I can feed you, so let's go get dressed."

"Dressed? Why?"

"I've been needing to go shopping for quite awhile now, so we're going shopping."

I usually hated shopping, and stores in general. All the people, lines, and crying babies aggravated me. No matter what someone says you can't get anything done while a baby is crying in the background. Part of me wanted to object, but I decided not to since maybe being with him would make it better.

Either way my options were: Starving, him going to the store without me, or us going to together. Going to the store with him and not starving sounded the best in my opinion.

"Okay finee, but what can I wear?" I still didn't have clothes here, considering I didn't really live here.

"Come with me when I get changed and pick something out of my closet."

I loved wearing his clothes. He was arguably a lot bigger than I was, so his clothes were extremely comfortable.

On we went to his room. After searching in his closet for a bit I found the ultimate eboy outfit. I never expected Darryl to have anything even close to an eboy outfit in his closet, but here it was, right in front of me.

I grabbed the stuff out and began to put it on. First the stripped long sleeved shirt, then the graphic tee, and then the ripped black jeans. Darryl was too busy getting ready himself to notice what I was wearing.

"Hey Darryl, look what I'm wearing!!" He paused in the midst of putting on one of his socks to look over at me. His eyes kind of got wide and then he started to blush a little.

"Oh dear. That's quite the outfit."

"Do you like it?"

"Well of course I do. I like you in any outfit."

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hi guys i kinda like this chapter

the next one should be like really good hopefully djsjdj

im probably gonna go write the next one after i publish this, idk lol

also im bored, ask me random questions and i'll answer them