Chapter 1 #2
“There’s this shop I love to go to called The Devil’s Sweet Tooth.
Have you guys heard of it, chat? It’s run by a set of really hot triplets.
Like, so hot that I don’t go there very often because I just make a fool out of myself trying to have a basic conversation with them.
I am never outrunning the gameless allegations when it comes to romance.
" I read a couple messages. “Nope! Don’t make it weird! Just because I’m a gay disaster doesn’t mean you can write weird stuff about triplets.
What the hell, chat. I try to share parts of my life and you guys always make it weird. Ope. There goes Azaad’s ban hammer!”
Azaad(mod): Perfect topic to bring up. Been a while since I did a chat purge! :)
TheGamer_JDB: Azaad is scary when he’s in purge mode
BlueJayLover: Scatter?
IwaZilla(vip): There’s no hiding from Azaad
WizeWizard(vip): @Azaad Dang that’s hot
Azaad(mod): Stawp
“Wizard! Stop distracting my mods from their job! Yes, I see you in chat flirting, knock that shit off!” I put on a dramatic pout. “You’re just reminding me of how painfully single I am! Everyone, type 1 in the chat if you’re also painfully single.”
A couple ones fly through chat but then the majority of people type two because they like to bully me. Almost all of my VIPs and mods stop chatting all together even though I know a lot of them are just as single as me. Betrayal of the highest regard.
“You’re the worst, chat,” I say as I stand up, going back to the wheel. It’ll be a bit before the edible actually hits and I wanna get one or two more things done before that happens.
The next thing I have to do is land a kickflip. I move the wheel away from the middle of my room and then readjust my computer chair and the camera. Then I grab my practice board. It doesn’t have any wheels on it so it’s safe for me to fuck around with inside my room.
“Gonna nail this first try,” I say after switching to a little mic that I’ve clipped to the front of my shirt. Surprising absolutely no one, I do not, in fact, nail it on the first try. “Nope.”
I kickflip for a long time, trying to land one to no avail. I can feel the edible starting to hit, making it even harder. Rodney pokes his head through my door, laughing his ass off at me.
“You suck at this, you know that right?”
“Fuck off,” I say and even though I want to be grumpy, a giggle comes out instead. “You think you can nail it?”
“Hell yeah!”
Chat goes absolutely wild when Rodney steps into the room. He ducks down by my desk reading chat.
“Okay, guys,” he says with a wave. “If I land this on my first try, you have to go over to my channel and gift me some subs.”
“You’re such a dickhead,” I say with a laugh, shoving his shoulder. “Don’t come begging my chat for subs.” Then I turn back to the camera. “If he fails, you guys have to gift me some subs!”
“If I nail this, you owe me ten gifted subs,” he tells me, shaking my shoulders. Now that we’re standing next to each other, everyone in chat starts spamming about how short I am. That’s no fair! I’m not short! It’s not my fault my roommates are giants!
Rodney grabs my deck and settles himself on it. I step out of the way and watch as he pulls off a perfect kickflip on the first try. He starts screaming his head off, telling everyone to go over to his channel and gift him some subscriptions.
“Fine. Whatever. I wasn’t even trying before. I was just being awful on purpose to farm clips. Really. Chat, you believe me right?”
TheGamer_JDB: CringeFailKing
Azaad(mod): QuickVid is gonna love this. You’re going viral Blue.
IwaZilla(vip): CringeFailKing at it again
SirScar(vip): The cringe is so thick yet I can’t look away
PourSomeSuga(mod): LAWL LAWL LAWL LAWL
“Suga! You son of a bitch! If you’re gonna laugh at me, at least have the courtesy to come laugh at my face!”
One of the best decisions I ever made was buying this house and renting out space to my two best friends. I love living with Rodney and Kei. We all started streaming around the same time and it’s completely changed our lives. They’re the support system I didn’t even know I needed until we met.
We all understand what it means to live such a weird life. We’re up at weird hours, we have to deal with people recognizing us in public, and sometimes, we have to deal with people being uncomfortable. Despite all of that, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The only bad part? Our teasing can get really out of hand sometimes. We all have these personas we put on when we’re in front of the cameras but when it’s just the three of us, the teasing doesn’t stop. If anything, it gets even worse.
It doesn’t take long before Kei, lovingly known as Suga to the online community, barges into my room.
He throws himself onto my bed and Rodney goes over and joins him.
Now, I don’t only have chat watching but I also have my two best friends who’re heckling the shit out of me as I fail over and over and over again.
“If I don’t get this in the next ten tries, I’m giving up. Call me a scammer all you want. I’ll even donate five gifted subs to the community. I don’t fucking care anymore. My thighs are burning and that edible is making me feel all spacy.”
“Cringe Fail King at it again,” Kei calls out.
I flip him off. “You’re supposed to love and support me!”
“Gift me ten subs and I’ll sing your praises,” Kei tells me seriously. I’m actually tempted to do it, just to hear him praise me but I think better of it.
“Whatever, asshole,” I say, concentrating on the deck below my feet. It takes seven more tries but I finally nail the trick. “Oh my gods,” I say as I sit down at my desk again. “That took fucking forever!”
Joker49(mod): I never gave up hope
TwinkleKawa(vip): I knew you could do it!
BennyGoLucky: *wipes a tear from my eye* I’m so proud
CattyCat:
CattyCat: Oh come on it wasn’t even that bad…
IwaZilla(vip): Ope, another one bites the dust
Azaad(mod): Y’all please… say weird shit get banned it’s that simple
“Thanks, Azaad,” I say, reading through the chat. “I knew you believed in me, Joker! That’s what finally gave me the strength to finish that trick. I could feel it in my chest, babycakes!”
I can hear Rodney snort from my bed. He gets up and rolls the wheel back into place. “Can I spin for you?”
“Go for it,” I say, looking over my shoulder. He spins it way softer than I do and I can’t help but groan as it lands on edible again. “Shit.”
“Eat up,” Kei says from offscreen.
I take another edible and allow Rodney to spin again. This time, it lands on make a music video. He spins it again and this time it lands on couples yoga.
“It’s perfect timing that you’re here,” I say with a grin. “Ready to pull off some poses with me?”
“I reget every life decision that brought me to this moment.”
“You love me!”
“Whatever,” he says, moving the wheel as I look up some poses for us to try. It’s a disaster but chat eats it up.
After all of this, I plan on sending my community over to Rodney’s stream which he sets up after our failed attempt at yoga poses.
Thankfully, it’s not long after Rodney leaves my room that I’m finally allowed to end my stream.
After saying goodbye and thanking everyone for the subs and donations, I hit ‘end stream’.
Once the stream is over, I sit back in my chair, letting out a long sigh. It was a great stream. Excellent even! With an average viewer count around thirty thousand, I gained a ton of new subscribers, and lots of people left me donations.
I am really, really lucky that this is my job and I make way more money than I need. That doesn’t mean that being ‘on’ during the last couple hours wasn’t exhausting. It’s a different type of exhaustion than a ‘regular’ job.
After shutting down my computer, I move straight to my bed, faceplanting. I know I should probably eat something but I can’t be assed right now. Two edibles and shotgunning a beer is too much for my poor brain to deal with. It only takes a moment before I’m passed the fuck out.