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The constant ringing was what woke Bryce up from his long slumber. He turned over in his sheets, reaching an arm out towards his nightstand to blindly feel around for his phone. Once he felt the smooth texture graze his fingers, he quickly snatched it from the table top to turn it on and look over some notifications. A whole spam worth of Skype messages and a missed call from Evan, followed by an invitation to fly over to Canada and join a small party with him and some of the boys. First, he skimmed through the Skype messages which were simply crazy antics from the group during the time he was asleep before he messaged Evan that he will consider it, and then he asked who was coming shortly after.
As he waited for the reply, he decided to roll off the bed to take a shower and make breakfast.
An hour later, his phone made a 'ping' sound just as he finished his meal.
"Oh yeah, it's just Tyler, Craig, Brian, Nogla and you know the usual." the text bubble replied. Another message appeared a few seconds later.
"I almost forgot, Ohmwrecker might be coming, Delirious too but I don't know for certain." Wait, what? Bryce had to read it twice to let it process. Sure, a chance of Johnathan appearing was already a shock, but Ohmwrecker? That was already enough to make Bryce WANT to go if that was going to give him the chance to finally talk to him in person. Sure, they liked to tease or annoy the hell out of each other during their gaming sessions, but it was all in good fun. He began to head back into his room and turn on his computer so he could multitask between Skype, his YouTube statistics, and flight booking. This party could be a once in a lifetime chance that he could not refuse. As he was still exchanging information with Evan, the thought of asking Ohm about the party crossed his mind. He could ask him about it, he could make some confirmation and maybe some answers.
"No, I can't pressure him like that." he told himself. Even though he knew Ohm was older than him, he did not wish to risk scaring him away from the party. He sighed with frustration before he confirmed the plane tickets and informed Evan. Great, that's one problem down, despite all that, he still had a lot to do ranging from recording the next gaming sessions, to editing his previous footages from last night. His thought process was halted as soon as a new message appeared in his feed.
"Hey man, up for another game of Dead by Daylight later tonight? Gonna kick your ass again," Bryce almost burst with laughter as he typed up a response.
"In your dreams, Ohm! It's obvious that I'm going to be the one doing the ass kicking here. XD"
"We'll see about that, Brycey-poo, we'll see. ;)" he rolled his eyes. Bryce did not mind the little pet names the masked gamer loved using against him, hell he even liked it just a bit, though he would not admit that openly. He always told his suscribers he liked GIRLS afterall. He pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind, he would have to deal with his feelings at a later point. When he's in bed, wide awake with his thoughts late at night that is. Bryce let out a frustrated sigh,
"What am I going to do?"