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While Smant was chilling alone in the corner, CJ stumbled over, dopey-faced, and plopped down next to him on the bench. CJ giggled and leaned on him. “Dude,” he said.
Smant grinned and clapped his hand on CJ’s shoulder. “Sup, dude!”
Smant was a little tipsy, but CJ was for real drunk. He snickered at nothing, squinting at Smallant and cradling a Liquid Death that some kind soul probably forced on him. “Dude, I’m like, so happy to be here. Oh my god. It’s so awesome to see you, dude.”
“Yeah, you too, man.”
“Ugh.” CJ set the can to the side and rubbed his face. “You’re great. It’s so crazy that we’re friends.”
Smant smiled. “Yeah, I’m so glad I know you.”
“No, like.” He stared off and blinked. “You don’t even… like, for me. Like… I was such a big fan. Of yours. And now we’re friends. And that’s insane.”
“I mean, yeah, I’m really happy we met.”
He snorted. “Like, I watched all your videos. Multiple times. And, like, your streams, obviously. And I was in your, uh, your Discord. I was sooo excited that you, like, actually wanted to hang out. God. I was ─" he laughed, “Oh, god, I was weeiirrrd.”
“I’m sure you weren’t weird,” Smallant quietly retorted.
“Cause I ─ Jesus.” He covered his mouth and snickered. “I read fanfic. Cause, I mean, someone linked it in the Discord. But I thought it was so funny and like ─ I read a bunch of the ones with you and, uh, Eric. PointCrow.” He laughed. “I mean. They were really funny. But there were so many. And they were insane. I remember one was like, they said you had a nine inch dick.”
He smiled up at Smant expectantly, and was met with a blank wide-eyed stare.
“Which, like, that’s way too much dick. I think. If I wanted to like ─ like, it just seems excessive. But I guess some people are into that.”
“I guess,” Smant agreed.
“And then we had fanfics. Which was crazy. Cause I know we joked about, like… you know. Like, that kinda stuff. But I didn’t think… I mean, people are crazy, man. There’s some weird people out there.” He laughed and leaned on Smant’s shoulder. “Oh, god, I watched soooo many of your videooos. Like, I fell asleep to… I mean, some of your streams. The alt streams, like… still knock me out. When I catch them. I dunno.” He frowned and blinked. “When you aren’t performing… your voice can be sooo calming. Like, it’s so low and nice.”
“Thank you,” Smant said.
“And you’re, like, so buff now. Which is insane. Like I watched that happen. Not that you aren’t ─ cause you’ve always been gorgeous, dude.”
His eyebrows went up. “Oh.”
“But, like, oh my god. It’s crazy. Cause I’ve watched so much of your…” He giggled. “I gotta shut up.”
“Um. Well. If you want.”
CJ shrugged. “I’m, like, probably bi, dude.”
“That’s okay.”
“I know. It’s just… you know, you see yourself one way… for so long. Even though you can maybe look back. And see the siiiiigns.”
Smant nodded. “I mean. I’m autistic.”
“Dude. Being bisexual is just like being autistic.”
Smant smiled.
“Oh, shit, I gotta go bug Della.” CJ stood up, swayed for a moment, and slapped Smant’s shoulder. “Alright. See you around.”
“Good talk,” he muttered back as CJ wandered off again.
And once again, Smant was sitting alone in the corner at the party.