"I don't need much," Amanda was saying as we made our way through the blistering cold of the car park, "Just some soy milk and butter and things like that."

        She tugged on the door to Sainsburry's Local and I reached over her head to hold it open for her as we walked in. I can't imagine it was any different than supermarkets in America, and Amanda didn't seem confused or overwhelmed, so I assumed my suspicions were correct. "It kinda looks almost exactly like a grocery store in America..." she stated as I grabbed a shopping trolley.

        "Well what were you expecting?" I laughed, leading her over to the refrigerated section.

        "The store solely filled with tea and tea accessories," she shrugged, "Maybe some men in suits and top hats who don't let their lips touch when they talk."

       I gave out a short, loud laugh, not imagining she would say something like that. "I think that may be the most racist thing you've ever said to me," I pointed out, leaning onto the handle bar and giving her a lazy smile.

        "Really?" she asked, grabbing a carton of 'milk', "Cause I've said some pretty racist things so far." She laughed and grabbed my arm, leaning her head on my shoulder as we continued up and down the isles. It was nice talking and joking with her so comfortably while we did such mundane and boring tasks; she made it fun and entertaining. I only hoped one day this could be a regular thing we did together.

        "Honestly, America's grocery stores kinda look like they were thrown together by teenagers on work experience," she said as we looked at all the package food on either side of us, "And I'm surprised at how the food quality here is just better in general."

        "Well England is just better in general," I joked, giving her a smug look.

        "That's not what your hierarchy system said..." she muttered through tight lips, grabbing a box of oatmeal off the shelf and returning with a similar smug look.

       I let my jaw drop as I gave her an incredulous look, and then smiled as I said, "Hey, you know very well that..."

        "Excuse me," a voice said, cutting me off. I turned to see a teenage boy, around 15 or 16, looking at Amanda as embarrassment colored his cheeks. Behind him, a little ways down the isle was a group of similarly aged boys who were snickering and looking at their friend. I would sometimes get fans coming up to me like this in public places, and most were young kids and teenagers like these who often acted immature, so I wasn't at all surprised by their actions. "My friends over there think you look like Kirbyluvsgaming, could you tell them you're not Amanda Blackwell?" he continued, looking back at his friends which only made them laugh and snort more.

        She only gave him a warm smile and started giggling. "No, it's me," she said, startling him with her voice and accent. He seemed to only blush more as a look of awe crossed his face, and she calmly walked passed him to address the group of kids that seemed to quiet as she walked over. "Hey guys," she smiled, greeting them with the same phrase she used in the beginning of all her videos, "Welcome back to another journey in to Sainsburry's."

        "Is it really you?" a tall one asked.

        "Prove it," another called from the back of the cluster.

        "I thought you lived in America?" one of the pipped.

        "I do," she answered with a genuine smile, "I'm staying with Hat Films over the holidays." At the mention of our channel name, she jabbed a thumb over her shoulder at me as if to prove her statement.

        "Can we get a picture?" another one asked as the first, who had frozen next to me after Amanda had announced herself, wandered back over to the group of kids at the thought.

        "Of course," she smiled. I watched as they all took turns posing next to her while another took a photo on their iPhone. I had to wait for her as she signed various things and had a quick conversation about who they are and what kind of games they liked. She even gave them a few sneak peaks about what's to come on her modded Minecraft series that she did with Lalna from the Yogscast. By the time she waved goodbye to them, they seemed completely starstruck.

        "Sorry about that," she said as she walked back over to me, giving me an apologetic smile.

        "It's fine," I assured her. "You're really good with fans. They were completely infatuated with you," I noted as we pushed the trolley away from them.

        "It's all about that transparency," she said, waving off the compliment, "You want them to think you're a friend, not a celebrity."

        I cleared my throat, suddenly nervous as a thought popped into my head. "Yeah, about that transparency..." I began, "When do you think you'll tell the fans about us?"

        Her smile fell, and a look of dread settled in her expression before she looked away, hiding it. "I don't think we should tell them until it becomes a tangible thing..." she muttered.

        I felt somewhat offended that she didn't think it was yet, but I could see where she was coming from, since we still had more than half a year before she would be moving to England and even longer until we can have a consistent relationship. "And when's that?" I asked, looking around to make sure those kids didn't hear us talking about such a subject.

        "I have to at least wait until I move to England," she said, looking strait ahead and speaking my thoughts, "I don't want to tell my fans something and then have to take it back if something stops me..." I could tell her statement was weighted, and fear settled in my stomach as I thought of reasons that could stop her.

        "Is there something stopping you?" I asked, stopping my already slowed walk.

        "No," she answered a bit too quickly, snapping around to look at me. She had a calculating look on her face, but there was also fear in her eyes. It only lasted a second before she seemed to remember herself and she gave me one of her signature relaxed smiles.

        "Is everything okay?" I asked, taking a step closer to her. Fear shot through me at the thought of her not being able to come to England, and I quickly grabbed her hand to remind myself that she wasn't just a dream or hallucination, that she was actually here with me.

        She must have seen or felt my panic, for she reached up a hand to my cheek in silent assurance before she said, "Yeah, everything's fine," though there was that same, sad look of pity she had already given me one or two times before. I didn't know what it was for this time, but I was rattled from it for a good deal of time as we finished our shopping trip.

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        "That's all the time we have for today guys," Amanda told the audience, "Next time we might get some soul cages and maybe get into some tree breeding."

        "Yeah, we'll have to look into that," Ross noted, "but that will be for next time. Good day!"

        "That's a good day from me!" Trott finished.

        Amanda and I both sang a "bye" before we stopped our records.

        The small girl gave a strained sigh as she raised her hands above her head to stretch out her back. "It will be so easy to edit now that we're all together," she mused tiredly, a smile spreading across her face at the thought of it.

        "Oh yeah," Trott agreed, following her lead and stretching out his back as he stood up, adding a yawn. "What time is it?" he asked to no one in particular.

        "2 am," Ross laughed, looking at his computer screen.

        "I'd say we did pretty good today boys," Amanda giggled as she rested her head against the arm of the pull out.

        She was right. We had gotten a few hours of good content for our Feed the Beast series, she had guest starred on three sessions of worms and played a good amount of trials with us. We also did a 'havin a bash' on Guns of Icarus Online, and she was even able to record a vlog with the three of us without any major catastrophes we were used to with those types of videos. I was surprised that we had gotten so much done, and I could only guess that it was Amanda who was motivating us to be so productive.

        "Well I'm going to sleep," Ross announced, getting up, "Goodnight mates."

        We all said goodnight and Trott was quick to follow, stumbling out the door with his eyes half closed mumbling a goodbye as we heard him make his way upstairs.

        It was just me and her again, and I was debating whether to say goodnight or invite her to my room. I was pretty tired like my flatmates and I wouldn't have minded sleeping in my own bed tonight, but I also didn't want to sleep alone. "Are you comfortable on the pull out?" I asked, testing her as she typed something on her laptop. I wanted to at least begin the conversation without sounding too awkward.

        "Uh, yeah it's fine," she said, giving me a smile before returning her eyes to the screen.

        "You know..." I winced, realizing that this was going to come out weird no matter how I phrased it, "you don't have to sleep there..."

        She giggled and gave me a confused look. "What do you mean?" she asked, "I'm not really a fan of bathtubs."

        I gave a slight chuckle. "We don't have a bathtub," I pointed out. "But, no, I was just going to offer you... my bed..." I said, feeling my cheeks flare up at my own awkwardness.

        She also blushed, but continued to smile at me. "Sure," she shrugged, "If you don't mind..."

        "No," I scoffed, shaking my head, "I don't mind." I sounded too eager, but she didn't seem to notice as she pulled out her pajamas. 

        We both made our way silently upstairs, my heart racing and my breath rapid at the thought of sharing a bed with her. I was too tired to make any moves, but just the thought of another night spent next to her made my stomach flip and flutter with excitement. I used the toilet first, changing into a tee shirt and my flannel pajama pants and making sure I brushed my teeth well. She was already changed by the time I returned, and I laid down as I waited for her to finish getting ready, trying to calm my racing heart.

        "Come on Smith," Amanda said when she walked into the room and shut the door, "I don't want to sleep yet." She giggled and crawled onto the bed, tugging at my arm playfully.

        "It's 2 in the morning," I laughed, though seeing her in my bed made me wake up considerably.

        "I don't care," She giggled, pulling me into a sitting position, her still on her knees facing me.

        I laughed and pushed her away, sitting up and crossing my legs, feeling like we were two school girls ready to spill secrets at a slumber party. "Then what do you want to do?" I asked with a smile, not able to help how happy I felt being so close to her.

        She shuffled off of her knees and sat in front of me, crossing her legs so that our knees touched. "I don't know," she shrugged, gabbing both my hands so that they intertwined and rested between our two laps. "What's the one place you've always wanted to go to but never had a chance to?" she asked, starting off our regular routine of asking each other questions.

        I thought about the question as I dragged my thumb up and down her wrist. "Las Vegas was such an amazing trip," I stated, thinking back to how I had excitedly counted down the days until Ross, Trott, and I were going to America. "And that wasn't just because I had met the most beautiful and amazing girl I have ever known there," I added, leaning my forehead against hers as I gave her a cheeky grin.

        She giggled and I sat up strait again. "So someplace like that; somewhere warm and almost touristy," I concluded.

        "What about a beach?" she asked, "I've always loved the beach! Though Tampa Bay isn't like the white sand and clear water you see in the travel brochures."

        "Jamaica would be really nice actually, or something similar" I said, changing my idea. I wouldn't have minded spending a week or two in a small shack right next to the water. England was so cold, and even when it was warm we didn't really have beaches near here; there were mostly rocky shorelines and steep cliffs. We would always see those types of grass huts in movies and on the tele, and even though they might not be an accurate representation, they were always really appealing to me.

        "Oh yeah!" she agreed, her eyes wide from excitement and the dark of the room, "Let's go there."

        "Right now?" I joked, the idea of taking a trip like that only more attractive with the thought of her going with me.

        She playfully shoved at my shoulder and then grabbed my hand again. "No, but we're going to go there someday," she said resolutely.

        "Isn't that a bit expensive?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

        "It doesn't have to be anytime in the near future," she said, her voice turning serious, "but some day we'll go together."

        "Promise?" I asked, letting out a soft chuckle. I meant it as a joke, but she seemed to take it literally.

        She looked up at me and leaned in as far as she could with our legs stopping us. "Promise," she whispered.

        Suddenly I was on my back and she was laying on top of me, my arms wrapped around her as my hands ran up and down her back, feeling her muscles tense and relax with every breath or movement. Her arms were propped under her so she could still look at me while we talked. "It will keep us together," she said once we were settled.

        "What will?" I asked, not able to think with her on top of me, her legs wrapped around mine and her ribs digging into my stomach. My hand brushed past her hair and I was surprised at how soft it was, so I started to stroke her curls from her neck down her spine, the feel of her hair comforting me even more as she spoke.

        "The trip," she said simply, "If we promise it's going to happen, then we obviously have to be together for it."

        "I like that idea," I whispered, grabbing at her waist and tugging her up my body until her face was hovering above mine and then wrapping my arms fully around her in a long hug. Her smiled disappeared as she looked me in the eyes, and both of us became deadly serious as we starred at each other, realizing there was nothing stopping us from finally finishing what we started at Minecon last year.

        I watched her eyes close and her lips part, and as tempting as that was, I was feeling playful. I unwrapped one of my arms from her waist and held her back at the shoulder, killing the moment. Her eyes flew open and she placed her arms at either side of my head, pulling away so she was straddling me on her knees. "What?" she asked, afraid she did something wrong.

        I grinned at her and sat up, placing my hands on her back to bring her close to me again. "I've been waiting a year and a half for this," I whispered onto her lips, "I just want to make sure you wern't going to stop this time."

        She gave a huff of announced and fisted her hands into my shirt, pulling me into a mind numbing kiss. I was sure my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I kissed her, feeling high from finally getting that release. I don't know how much time I had spent thinking about what this would be like, but I didn't imagine it half as good as it was.

        Her lips were soft and tasted sweet, and her kisses started off tentative and cute. I couldn't remember where I was or even who I was, it was like I had only ever known her lips on mine. Her breath tickled the skin on my face, and it was all I could do to move my mouth against hers as my brain short circuited with the sensation.

        I gained enough composure to remember my hands that clung to her waist, and I quickly brought one up to cup the back of her head, feeling the warmth and softness of her hair and skin. My other hand rested in the small of her back, relishing the arch of her spine as she knelt on top of me. I was acutely aware of the heat between her legs as she kissed me, and even more aware of the suffocating fabric of my pajama pants.

        Her breathing quickened and her kisses got more rough and intense. Her hands came up the cup my jaw as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, surprising me with her dominance as she held me there. I let my tongue drag across her lips, asking for entry which she eagerly granted. Her tongue met mine, and the taste of her mouth made my body ache with ecstasy and pleasure.

        Without breaking the kiss, I picked her up and pushed her down onto the bed, settling between her legs and giving out a low, feral moan as I kissed her with an intensity I never knew I possessed. It was like we were making up for the year of no physical contact in one night, her legs wrapping around me so that our entire bodies were pressed up against each other.  I never wanted to stop, her lips were like a drug to me.

        At some point, however, our kisses began slow and languid, and the fast, sexy kisses turned back into deep, long kisses that made me dizzy with the love I held for her. I couldn't tell at which point we had fallen asleep, but I remember drifting into an endless abyss filled with thoughts and dreams of her.

        A/N I was so tired of them not kissing, I coudn't handle the sexual tension anymore. I really wanted that scene to be one of the most important of the book, but I feel like it wasn't up to par. What did you guys think? I might go back and rewrite the whole thing, but I'll let you know if I do. Thanks for 2k views, happy reading.