hy·per·ven·ti·lateˌhīpərˈven(t)əˌlāt/verb
breathe or cause to breathe at an abnormally rapid rate, so increasing the rate of loss of carbon dioxide.
be or become overexcited."it was one less thing to hyperventilate about"

Sure.

It would be one less thing to hyperventilate about being worried, because your friend is staying at your house, and you aren't prepared. It would be one less thing to hyperventilate about the current state of your living room, because it's messy as hell. But it's one thing more to hyperventilate about your all-time idol and YouTube star, Ethon Nestor, who's coming to live with you for a week or so.

You scurry around the house, trying to neaten everything up last minute. After the Skype call last night, you are still repeating what Ethan had said to you. And still pinching yourself every now and then, making sure this isn't all a dream. Folding blankets neatly on the couch, you realize that you haven't set Ethan's makeshift bed up. You slowly pull out the couch, and it springs back to its full position, hitting you in the leg. You yelp in pain, grabbing your leg. That'll leave a bruise, you think to yourself. You unfold one of the blankets you just neatly took 10 minutes to fold perfectly, and spread it over the couch. Carefully tucking it in, you glance around the room to find the pillows that flew across the room when the couch malfunctioned. You pick up the pillows and set them at one end of the bed, but not before planting a soft, gentle, kiss on one of them.

Looking around at the house, you see that it looks much neater and nicer. You pray that Ethan won't think your house is messy. Checking the time, you notice that Ethan should be here any minute. Hastily running to the bathroom, you look in the mirror.

Crap.

Guess who's still in their PJ's? You. You search your dresser for something to wear, and end up deciding on jean shorts that are cut-off at the bottoms, and a random t-shirt that you don't have time to see what it says because the doorbell startles you so much. You quickly tie your hair back into a ponytail (i'm sorry if your hair is short :P), and rush to the door. You brace yourself, and open it.

"Y/n!"

"Ethan!" You quickly embrace in a bear hug, and it finally dawns on you that you're meeting Ethan. Your one, true, idol. Ethan lets go of you, and looks down at you.

"I have to say goodbye to Mark, want to meet him?"

"S-sure!" you say shakily, getting ready to say hi to the one and only Markiplier. Ethan walks back to Mark's car, where Mark is standing, glancing at his phone. Ethan clears his throat.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you. You're y/n, right? I've heard a lot about you." Mark smirks slightly. You're too amazed to notice whatever look Ethan is giving Mark, but Mark quickly gives you a hug and doesn't mention Ethan talking about you again. After a long conversation, you finally say your final goodbyes and bring Ethan's suitcase inside. You show Ethan the couch that he'll be sleeping in, and give him a small apartment tour of your one bedroom flat. The kitchen leads into the living room, and opposite that is your bedroom with a bathroom that connects to the hallway as well. After awhile, Ethan is unpacked and you ask him if he wants any food.

"Why don't we go out? My treat, especially for what you're doing for me. I'm so glad you helped." Ethan suggested. You, being the polite person you are, say that he doesn't have to pay for you, but eventually you give in.

Because you don't have a car, you decide to walk to the nearest restaurant. It isn't incredibly fancy, so there isn't much pressure for either of you to dress up.

Dinner goes well, and you and Ethan talk about all the things you never had time for on Skype- you even have to order several desserts so the waiter doesn't get mad that you're taking so long to finish. On the way home, Ethan thanks you again, but you thank him instead for the wonderful dinner. And 3 desserts. Ethan laughs, and you smile. Once inside the house, you see how late it's getting, so you tell Ethan that you're going to hit the hay soon.

"Also, if you need anything, feel free to wake me up. And help yourself to the fridge and cabinet."

"I won't disturb your sleep, and thank you." Ethan smiles warmly at you. You say one last goodnight, and shut your door to change and go to sleep.

You hear growling. It's getting louder and louder. Suddenly, you wake up.