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Stardom (Part 1) G.D

“Anyway guys, that's all for this week. Love you all, see you next Friday. Mwah!” Y/N smiled, blowing a kiss and then she waited a few seconds before standing up and she cut the camera. With a sigh of relief, she let a single hand run through her hair that had been made up into tight, bouncy curls to look slightly presentable for her video. She was glad that it was finally done and she could relax for the rest of the day… or at least until night rolled in and she was doomed with the job of editing.

Y/N had been making YouTube videos for the past two years and had just exceeded 500K Subscribers and she was over the moon, despite not being overly popular and hyped up in the community she was more than happy with her ‘little family’ that came back every week to support her and watch all of her new content. She packed away her camera, lights and then folded up her backdrop before falling back, down onto her soft bed. “Ugh, that feels so good!” She let out, not missing the feeling of being sat on an uncomfortable stool for three hours doing a Twitter QnA.

Like usual, after filming a video she took it upon herself to go through social media, looking at a few posts and then she tweeted: ‘This week’s video is filmed my little dumplings, can’t wait for you all to see it. Some tea might be spilled!’ And almost instantly she was getting notifications- something she still thought to this day was crazy, two years ago her twitter was dead and filled with cringe-worthy posts and now she had just over 100K followers and was receiving so many messages:

‘I love you Y/N!’

‘YESSS! So excited queen, you know Fridays are my favorite because of you’

‘Look at this drawing I did of Y/N, please retweet so she can see!’

‘U G H, I stan a queen.’

A few hours had passed and she didn’t even notice, too caught up in liking her fans comments and artwork. Since she was once in their position she knew what it was like, trying so hard to be noticed for something, a like, comment back or a retweet even. That's one thing her ‘Little Dumplings’ loved about her the most, how interactive she was with everyone. She was so absorbed in spamming posts and comments that she didn’t even realize her roommate Kinan was back. “Hey Bitch, wanna go to Chipotle? I’m starving, that whore at work cut my lunch break AGAIN.” He groaned, but there was still a hint of venom in his voice that made Y/N chuckle.

“Alright sure, I’ll come.” Y/N said, jumping up and she slipped into her Off-White sneakers. Kinan’s eyes widened and he shook his head looking her up and down, almost in utter disgust. She raised a single brow at him and then folded her arms over her chest, letting out a deep sigh. “What’s wrong?” She asked, watching as her best friend strutted over to her wardrobe and opened it up.

He flicked through a few items before replying, “I know you’re cute and all but, we live in LA now girl, you can't be going out in…” He paused momentarily, turning to face her and he looked her up and down again with a pout, “That.” causing Y/N to gasp in shock, half sarcastically.

“I’ll have you know Kinan, I just filmed for three hours wearing this outfit!” She resorted, attempting to defend herself as much as possible. Y/N wasn’t overly girly or fashionable. Most of her clothes were either from ASOS or Forever 21 where Kinan worked, meaning she got discount on most things. That and thrift stores, but she had taste and could put an outfit together, they were just never as bougie as Kinan’s Balenciaga’s and Gucci that looked like James Charles had thrown up all over him.

He just tilted his head, still looking through her outfits. “Hmmm… Sounds like a personal problem.” Y/N rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of her bed and slowly scrolled through some of the comments on her recent Instagram post while her friend tore her wardrobe apart looking for the most flashy thing she could possibly imagine wearing to go to Chipotle for a fucking burrito. “Ah, this will do!” He told her, pulling out a pair of mom jeans with a long-sleeved, skintight black shirt with white stripes. “Cute right? I mean, for you.”

“I swear, this attitude needs to stop.” She laughed, taking them from him and she began to get changed. Kinan seemed to disregard her comment, swaying his hips side to side as he left her bedroom and he swung on the doorway before heading to the front door. Once Y/N was ready, she checked herself out in front of the long mirror she had in her bedroom, snapping a quick photo and she posted it to her Instagram story with a dancing burrito gif in the corner. “I’m coming!” She called, scooping up her black Louis Vuitton bag that Kinan had got her for Christmas, it was real too and cost him an arm and a leg.

“Oooo she’s cute.” He smirked, picking up his car keys from the side and they left the apartment together, going down to the parking lot where his wrapped, lime green Mini-Cooper was. Their best mode of transport. “Get in bitch.” He told her as Y/N was walking slightly behind him, her head in her phone but he couldn’t complain, if he wasn’t so hungry he’d be worse than her.

Once the pair of them were in the car, Kinan connected his phone and shuffled his playlist, ‘Bohemian Rapsody - Queen.’ He grinned, looking at Y/N and she looked up from her glowing screen, giving him a similar large grin as the song began and they pulled out into the streets of Los Angles. Y/N began to record Kinan as he drove and sang. “Mama...Just killed a man!” She giggled at his imitation and twisted the camera to face her, miming the words as she was too embarrassed to actually sing. That was the second thing she uploaded to her story…

As Chipotle drew closer the chorus, or at least their favorite part of the song kicked in and the pair of them shamelessly screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs, starting with Y/N;

“BISMILLAH!”

“NO, WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!” Kinan screeched, turning to another street.

“LET HIM GO!” Y/N ‘sang’ just as high, and it repeated until the intense instrumental kicked in.

By this point, as they sped down the streets in the luminous Mini they were without a doubt getting looks from each side of the walkway as the music blared, but not quite drowning out their shrieking voices. However, as the large Chipotle sign could be seen at the bottom of the block, the song concluded and the pair of them finished it together in hushed voices, “Anyway the wind...blowsssssss!” Then Kinan pulled into the parking lot and the pair of them hopped out.

“Okay so me and Kinan are going to Chipotle right now, we just had a fun karaoke session in the car, hello James Corden? Sign me up.” Y/N spoke, filming the pair of them as they walked around to the front of the restaurant.

However, mid-filming Kinan’s attention was caught by somebody else walking down the opposite side of the street. “Oh my god! Is that Grayson Dolan?” he gasped causing Y/N’s eyes to dart immediately to the other side of the street and her mouth dropped.

She double tapped the screen, flipping the camera to record the one and only, Grayson Dolan, as Kinan had suspected. He was alone, casually walking down the street in a tight, plain black tee that showed off his slightly tan, muscular arms and he had tight, smart pinstripe bottoms on. His hand was pressed against his cheek, his phone on his ear and he was occupied talking.

Y/N flipped the camera back to them and was still in a state of shock, ever since she started making YouTube videos, and even from before that in the days of Vine she had known the Dolan Twins. She was a huge fan, and apparently so was Kinan as he took it upon himself to giggle and say to the camera, “Oohh Daddy.” causing Y/N to snap out of her trance in a fit of laughter.

The recording ended and she posted it without a caption before looking back up again but it was too late, she could still see him but he was far down the block. “Well bye, bye Dolan…” She whispered quietly and her smile faded momentarily. That was until Kinan snatched her hand and dragged her inside of Chipotle.

“Bitch I know you’re shook because you just saw a Daddy Dolan but like, I’M STILL HUNGRY so get your ass in gear and we can be fangirls later, okay?” He said, causing her large grin to grow back on her lips and she nodded quickly, getting in line.

Once they had their burritos Y/N got back into the car and was about to take a photo when her phone died, “Fucking piece of shit.” She complained, dumping it on her thigh and she unwrapped her burrito, taking a large bite out of it which was followed by a moan, her mouth watering at how good it tasted.

“I bet you’re imagining that burrito is Grayson’s big, hot, spicy dick,” Kina smirked, buckling in beside her as he began to drive, his comment almost made her choke and he began to cackle wickedly, sounding like a witch.

Once she swallowed, Y/N swiped a bit of leftover sauce from around her lips and looked at Kinan with bright red cheeks. “Oh my god, shut up!” She told him and he just grinned, and just as the car almost fell silent, ‘Nicki Minaj - Good Form’ began to play and Kinan’s lips twisted up into an even larger smile.

“Ooooh! This is my song!” He shouted, swaying a little as he drove, causing the car to swerve a little and a car on the other side of the road started honking their horn which caused Y/N to gasp in shock but Kinan just laughed it off. “Hey! Don’t you find it funny that we JUST saw Grayson Dolan and now Nicki Minaj is playing? Like you know… his absolute BAE!”

Y/N shook her head, opening her mouth to correct him over the blaring music in the car. “It’s Ethan that stans Nicki, not Grayson.” She informed, causing Kinan to pull a peculiar yet, amused face as he turned a sharp corner.

“Ohh. So you even know which one likes Nicki, wow you fucking stalker!” He laughed, teasing her.

Getting defensive, Y/N shook her head quickly. “No, I’m not! I just used to like them a few years ago.” She admitted, holding back from telling him that she still tuned in to watch them every Tuesday, without fail. Kinan didn’t seem to buy it anyway, giving her his typical ‘Mhmm’ Face that he always did when he didn’t believe her.

Once they got home Kinan flopped in front of the sofa, turning on the TV and he began to watch Tana Mongeau, Y/N was honestly bewildered by his huge obsession for her but it was Kinan and he did whatever he wanted to. If he didn't like it in the ass, Y/N would have said Tana was perfect for him. “Hey, I’m gonna go to my room and start editing for awhile okay? Shout me if you need anything.” He just nodded, already too absorbed in the video he was watching.

Y/N sighed, slowly clicking her bedroom door shut behind her and she kicked off her sneakers at the door before sliding along her wooden bedroom floor in her odd socks, one of them white with yellow spots and the other was a pink and purple floral design. She picked up her camera from where she had left it earlier, scooped up her cables and plopped them on her bed, sliding her MacBook out from underneath it and she started to wire everything up. “Time to go back to hell!” She exclaimed sarcastically as all the clips began to get imported.

A few hours had passed and Y/N had made some progress, slicing up clips, adding bits of audio and adjusting some tragic moments of bad lighting. After awhile though it became overwhelmingly draining. She barely had any energy left in her body and decided to roll over and take a quick break. Y/N picked up her phone that she had previously put on charge while she was waiting for the videos to import onto her computer and turned it back on.

Instagram was the first thing she checked, seeing that 95K people had seen her story from three hours ago, she laughed watching the clip back of her and Kinan singing before it went to the next part, outside of Chipotle and she had almost completely forgotten about it. Once the camera flipped, showing Grayson she held down on the screen, checking him out- and also regretting not going to say ‘Hi’.

‘Oh well’ She thought, trying to brush it off as if it was nothing, but deep down it still stung that she had missed an opportunity to meet him, one half of the Dolan Twins, who she had adored for years. To take her mind off of it she went through her feed and it didn’t take her long to come across some memes that her fans had posted. It was screenshots of Y/N’s face from her story when she had spotted Grayson. Some of the captions consisted of:

‘Ooof @Y/IG/N is ME’

‘Hahahaha she is SHISHTAR SHOOK’

‘Me if I ever saw the Dolan Twins’

‘Okay, but are we gonna talk about what Kinan said??’

‘OMG @Y/IG/N and @GraysonDolan? Love that’

She chuckled, looking through them all but she didn’t really react or like any of the posts, that was until she came across a funny video edit somebody had made. The editor had zoomed into her shocked face with the meme quote from the movie Inside Out “Do you ever look at someone and wonder what's going on inside their head?” Then it cut to a sexual video edit of Grayson and she burst out laughing until she accidentally liked it.

“Oh shit!” She said, unliking it instantly, or at least once she had noticed but the fan had already screenshotted their notification and posted it with the caption: ‘dssdsafjgkea WHAT?’ which represented exactly how Y/N felt and she facepalmed. “Shit…” She sighed, refreshing the post as it got lots of comments.

She gave up after awhile, laughing it off as it was just a meme and saved all of her editing progress that she had made so far. Y/N decided to call it a night, putting her phone back on charge and she packed her editing equipment away before slipping out of her clothes and put on some shorts and a long tee for bed, throwing her bra away somewhere random in the room before collapsing onto her bed and after that it didn’t take her long to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

“Y/N!” Was the first thing she heard, she crinkled her face and rolled over, not prepared to wake up but then her shoulders were shaken. “Y/N GET UP!” Kinan was demanding and she didn’t want to contest. Her eyes peeled open slowly and she rubbed them with the back of her hand.

Once the bright light overwhelming her vision had settled down and she adjusted to the light, Y/N sat up, resting her head back against her wall. “Yeah? What’s up?” She asked, raising a brow at Kinan who was overly excited.

“Check. Your. Twitter. NOW!” He said excited, bouncing on her bed. She scrunched her face again, groaning as she reached over for her phone and opened up the twitter app, unsure what to expect. Then, once her feed refreshed and she skimmed over the tweet she almost collapsed.

‘@GraysonDolan: So I finally found @Y/T/N that everyone has been telling me about and I’ve been watching her YouTube videos for about an hour now. Holy shit she’s cool. Subscribed.’

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