Mr. Florida
y/n

you
hey what's up

Mr. Florida
What you doing right now

you
At work?
why

My heart races when the messages turn from "delivered" to "read at 9.37 am".

'sorry guys gonna pause stream for a second' He says and the stream goes blank, comments swamp with concerns and questions on his departure.

Mr. Florida
y/n

you
yes?

Mr. Florida
we should talk later

As I look down at my phone, contemplating what to say, the steam resumes. And his warm comfy voice opens up "Sorry about that guys, thank you for that dono Katie, love you too" he reads another donation on screen.

you
hm okay sure

I close all tabs, including the stream, switching my laptop off, and then staring at my phone, looking through our old messages. 'Was this all gonna end? ' 'Did he even care about me?' my brain flooded with questions. slowly my eyes drift off and I fall asleep.

My brain dearly couldn't take all of this. I had learnt that the guy that I talked to for weeks, almost two months, was a famous person in less than 24 hours.

______

I get woken up by the chimes of my phone, vibrating gently on my table. An incoming call from him. shit, I forgot.

"Hey," I softly say, not fully waking up from my nap. Rubbing my eyes in response to the bright light emitting from my phone.

"Did you just wake up?" he questions with a slight laugh "sorry did I wake you up?"

"uh yeah but it's whatever," I reply "what did you wanna talk about?" even though I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. My heart continues racing through the roof.

"I'm not sure if that donation on stream was you, but regardless- I probably should have told you earlier on, I messed up with that. But if you didn't send that, then I'm telling you now that-"

"I sent it" I interrupt him "my sibling watches you, and they figured out your voice"

he stays silent.

"do you trust me?" I spit out, instantly regretting saying it.

"we've known each other for almost two months now" he begins to say, his voice was quieter now, he seems nervous "somehow I've trusted you more than people I've known my whole life, I trust you y/n, I- I think didn't want to tell you about me because I liked that you didn't know the chaotic parts of my life, it made me feel human in a way, I know that sounds stupid,  but, I meet so many people who like me because of the numbers, the success and the fame, but talking to you made feel normal again, is that stupid?"

"isn't Clay," I can't help but form a smile on my face "Can I call you clay?"

"You can call me whatever you want y/n" he laughs.

"shut up" I joke, the call falls in silence again. "so you are actually cool"

"I really am" he arrogantly says "do you like me now?"

"Liked you since I first accidentally sent that meme" I laugh and he does so too, his laughter sparked all the butterflies in my stomach to run around.