Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 11 - "Getting Older Here! Getting Annoyed Here!"

I stayed up the whole night watching Damon's videos. I learned he had Anxiety Disorder, self-confidence issues, and that he lived in Florida. I also learned that he's a swag fag, but I let that one slide over, just because he was so damn cute.

His videos were just so addicting. You couldn't just watch only one video. You had to watch more and more. They just had this thing about them that drew you in.

My butt was pretty sore though, since I had sat on the bathroom floor all night. Well, almost all night. Around five in the morning, I had a knocking sound outside the bathroom, and I had to get up so Morgan could use it.

By nine o'clock, I knew everything about Damon. Or at least everything he told his fans, cause I knew he didn't say everything. I knew I didn't.

I never talked about my mother, never talked about my past issues, or ever about my father. At least, what I knew about my father.

Or sperm doner as I called him.

"Samm, last day for VidCon!" Evan yelled out. I was laying in my bed, texting Damon. We talked about the song Lollipop by Framing Hanley. He didnt like the song because of its sexual lyrics, but I thought it was an amazing song. Besides, it gave me advice for when, or if, I got into a situation like that.

Basically, I had to have a good mouth and fine ass, things I definitely didnt have. At least, I didn't have a good ass. The mouth could be a whole different thing...

"I know! Thanks for reminding me." I called back. I was actually sad that today was the last day. I mean, sure I didn't have school back home, but I wouldn't see anymore YouTubers for a while until someone came to Vegas.

The good about when people would come to Vegas, they knew that they already had a place to stay at while they were here. It was exactly the same when I went places; I always always had a home to be in. Like when I went to LA a few months ago for an award show, I stayed with Joey for the whole time. When I went to England, I stayed with Dan and Phil in their flat.

"So, is today your last day? :(" Damon texted as I changed into my own clothes.

"Yup/: my flight is at eight thirty though."

"Nooooo!D:"

"I'm sorry . I wish I could stay. I love it here in LA(:."

"You should come visit Florida! It's not the best weather, but a lot of fun C:"

"I'll think it over. I spent all my money on the plane tickets for LA xD. Hey, I gotta go. Morgan and I are going out to breakfast. I'll see you at VidCon? ;o"

"Yup! Bye Samm :)"

I sighed dreamily before grabbing my shoes and sliding them on. Just as I stood up, Morgan came out of the bathroom. She was dressed all fancy shamncy. Her usual curly hair was straightened, instead of a tank top with sweats, she wore a bright pink sundress. It made my eyes burn a bit, but it was her style, and she didn't go messing with my style, so why mess with hers?

"You ready?" She asked.

"Give me a sec. I gotta grab my camera and brush my hair." Morgan nodded before grabbing her phone and texted away.

I got off the bed and walked towards the desk. My camera laid there, fully charged and looking all sexy and stuff. Thankfully, there was a hair brush on the desk as well, so I yanked it through my hair as fast as I could.

Now here was the weird thing about my hair. Back when I was 13, I bleached everything below my ear. So, my natural hair being a light brown, I also had had bleach blonde. Well, I loved the look so much that every time my hair grew out, I'd re-bleach everything. Since my hair was stick straight, I could never do anything with it. If I wanted wavy hair, I'd have to leave braids in for more then 9 hours. If I wanted to curl it... Hell, I could never curl it. It'd be curly when I finished and not even an hour later, it'd be straight again. A/N true story v.v

So, most of the time when people saw me, my hair was either up in a lame ponytail or just down. I remember getting scolded once back in January because I was in England at an award show, and since I hadn't done anything with my hair, I had looked like 'some twat off the street'. Whatever the hell that meant.

"Samm! Lets gooooo. I'm starving." Morgan complained.

"Shut up. It took you forever to get ready, let me use two minutes of your precious time."

"Getting older here..." She teased. The girl was only a year older then me. At sixteen, Morgan stood at 5'7, long legs, skinny everything, big brown eyes, curlyish brown hair, yatta yatta.

"Getting annoyed here..." I replied back. There was a few body pins scattered on the desk, so I quickly twisted it into this cool up-do twisty thing. Oddly, there was a large can of hair spray, so I just took it, and sprayed the crap into my hair.

Once it was sprayed enough, I smiled contently. It was only 9:30, and VidCon started at twelve today, so I had enough time to come back to the hotel to put my make up on.

"Let's go!" I yelled loudly.

Fun times with Morgan? I'm up for it.

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SHORT CHAPTER!o; don't hate me (x

Picture of Samm and Morgan on the side ^.^ NOTICE HOW WERE ALWAYS IN THE SAME POSITIONS?

Bye guys ;D

:]Samm[: