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Even though you've been living in California all your life, you've never been to a convention. Not because you didn't want to, but because you weren't able to. Things like ComicCon and VidCon were far too expensive for a high school student, especially one without a job and parents who weren't willing to fork over the huge chunk of cash in order to let you go. But now since you're 22, living on your own in your Los Angeles apartment, making your own money, and don't have to rely on your parents financially anymore aside from college, you are finally ready to go to your first con!
You had decided that your first con would be MAGfest in San Jose, California. It would be a perfect first con experience for you! There would be tons of guests and performers doing panels that year such as JonTron, Game Grumps, Brentalfloss, and, a newcomer who you were most excited for, Markiplier. It would be four whole days of absolute excitement.
Of course, even though you were making a good amount of money at your job, MAGfest tickets and a hotel to stay at for 5 days was still super hella expensive. Which is why you decided to go along with your friend Michael and split the costs of the hotel room together. Michael is tall, tan, mildly muscular, and has dark brown hair. He's been a very good friend of yours since your freshman year of high school and he is also one of your only friends who is a huge fan of the YouTube gaming community like you are.
It was the night before you and Michael leave for MAGfest. You guys would have to leave around 9 AM if you wanted to make it to your hotel at a decent time. It was 8 at night and you were in the bedroom of your apartment just getting the last of your stuff packed for the five day trip. You had packed a duffel of clothes and necessities and a backpack full of other items to help you survive the trip, such as water, snacks, and medicine, just in case. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You swiped to unlock it and saw that it was a text from Michael.
Michael: Ayyy [Y/N] are you all ready for tomorrow?
You smiled and quickly replied:
[Y/N]: Yeah man I just got all my stuff packed. U?
Michael: I just got done packing. I'll be picking you up around 9 ok so be ready
[Y/N]: Aight Mike sounds great I can't wait :D
Michael: K I'm going to bed don't stay up late ok luv u bruh night :^)
[Y/N]: Ok man. Goodnight!
You smiled as you hooked your phone up to your charger and set it down on your bedside table so it could charge for the night. To be quite honest, you had a huge crush on Michael. He was really good looking and cute and your personalities just felt like they clicked together. He was funny and nice to you and always a riot to talk to. And starting tomorrow, you were going to be in a hotel for five whole days. Alone. With him.
“...Maybe something will come out of this...” you thought to yourself. You began to blush at the possibility. You shook your head and called the notion ridiculous as you took off your pants and changed into a sleep shirt so you could get ready to shut down for the night. You plopped down on your queen-sized bed, pulled up your laptop, and settled in to watch some YouTube videos before going to sleep. You immediately pulled up Markiplier's videos from your subscriptions list and scrolled until you found the video that you were in the middle of watching earlier, part 4 of his Misao playthrough.
As you watched the video you drifted into your thoughts. You were going to see Markiplier at MAGfest in person. The thought made you feel giddy inside. You gazed dreamily at the screen as you listened to the lovely and extremely expressive voice that belonged to Mark. When he did his signature outro and “bye bye!” which signaled the end of the video, you decided that it would be a good time to retire for the night. You shut down and closed your laptop and put it in your backpack for tomorrow and you also set up an alarm on your phone for 7:30 AM the following morning. Tomorrow began your little adventure.
Your eyes slipped shut and your mind that was reeling with excitement and imagination began to slow down and drift off into vague, but happy, dreams.