The day of Vidcon...

Zak jolted out of bed, falling face first onto the floor, his alarm screeching at him repeatedly. The boy let out a shriek, hitting the clock until it stopped.

"Why'd I set an alarm so early?" Zak wondered, running a hand through his raven-black hair. Then, it struck him. "I'M MEETING DARRYL TODAY!"

He got to his feet immedietly. In an instant he was fully dressed in his signature light blue hoodie, and a dark pair of sweatpants.

Zak grabbed his phone and a pair of earbuds, practically running through his house and to the front door, waving for a taxi. When the car finally came, Zak hopped in.

"Where are you off to?" the driver asked.

"Vidcon, it's on-," Zak started, but was cut off by the driver.

"Ah, okay. Who are you going to see there?" The driver began pressing the pedals to move the vehicle.

"Oh-- Um, actually I'm someone people are going to see there." Zak said, feeling a rush of embarrassment.

"Oh? Who are you?" The driver asked, then winced. "I meant like, what's your internet name? Sorry if I'm being confusing." He chuckled nervously.

"Skeppy, I'm a Minecraft youtuber." Zak rubbing his neck, more embarrassment washing over him. Damnit, why is it so awkward to talk about my channel?

The drivers face lit up suddenly. "Oh! I know who you are, my daughter's watch your videos all the time!"

Zak felt less embarrassed, smiling. "Aww, that's nice. It's so weird to hear that people I don't specifically know watch my videos, even though I get it alot." He admitted.

For the next ten minutes, Zak and the driver kept talking and having a good time. Zak didnt even notice he was starting to feel warmer.

"Here we are, Vidcon!" The vehicle came to a stop next to the large building. Only then did Zak notice how uncomfortably warm he was.

"Thanks for the ride!" Zak got out, giving the driver the normal payment and a $20 tip.

As Zak walked through the doors, he began panting at how suddenly warm it was. Shes near, that's for sure. He thought, trying to ignore the heat.

Glancing around, Zak spotted Vincent almost immedietly.

"A6D!" Zak exclaimed, running up to the French male. Vincent reacted a little late, flinching at the sudden contact.

"You scared me!" The taller exclaimed, and the two hugged. When they stepped back, Vincent noticed Zak's hoodie sleeves were rolled up, and his face was red.

"Hey-- are you embarrassed or is your soulmate close?" The question took Zak off guard, as he didnt expect Vincent to understand so quickly.

"I think shes near," a small smile snuck onto Zak's face. Suddenly he felt the heat get stronger, and he felt as if he was in a tub of boiling water. "Ow, ow, ow!" Zak panted, taking his hoodie off. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, trying to cool himself down.

"Oh hey, Bad's here!" Vincent announced, gesturing behind Zak. Turning around, Zak saw Darryl making his way over to the two.

And with every step the older took, the warmth rose for Zak. Darryl's face was also red, and he had his mouth open a little, trying not to pant.

Zaks eyes widened as he connected the dots. He turned to Vincent, who was observing the smallers expression.

"I-it's Darryl." Zak breathed. "Darryl's my soulmate."