Ok so before you all start fangirling and having nosebleeds, let me just do a quick summary here since it doesn't all fit in the description box:
'When literature student Elizabeth Callahan goes to interview the young Swedish YouTuber Felix Kjellberg, aka Pewdiepie, she meets a man who is beautiful and brilliant. The unworldly, naive Elizabeth is startled in realizing that she wants this man, and she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Elizabeth's beauty, Felix admits he wants her too. Together they embark on a daring, passionate, physical love affair, and during there journey, Elizabeth discovers Felix Kjellberg's secrets of his past.'
So, this is going to be like 50 Shades of Grey, only different since Pewdiepie will be a little bit like Christian Grey, hehehehe. ;) And instead of being 24, he will be 27 and living in California.
Elizabeth is 21 just like Anastasia Steele.
Other YouTubers might make appearances. :) The rating is M for a reason. Enjoy! ^_^
I look in the mirror and scowl. Damn my hair; it just doesn't want to seem to behave, and damn Lily De Luca for getting sick and putting me through this ordeal. I'm supposed to be studying for my exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush and fix my hair. I must remember not to go to bed with it wet next time.
Attempting once more to bring it under control, I flip my hair and shake my head. I flip it back and it spills out over my shoulders, and down my back. There we go. Sometimes my hair is such a pain but at least it looks descent enough. I look at myself in the mirror and gaze at the pale, jet black haired girl with big bright blue eyes that is staring back at me. Satisfied with my hair, I turn and leave, hoping that it stays that way.
Lily is my roommate and one of my best friends, and today, she has chosen of all days to have the flu. Therefore, she is unable to attend the interview she had arranged to do with some big famous YouTuber that I'm not all familiar with, for the student newspaper. So I have volunteered. I have exams to study for and an essay to work on today, but no, I have to drive all the way to Sacramento to meet the one and only, Felix Kjellberg, aka, Pewdiepie. What a weird YouTube name. But I can't complain since he has been generous enough to grant Lily an interview.
When I walk into the living room, I see Lily huddled up with a blanket on the couch watching videos on YouTube. I swear she's addicted to that website. I on the other hand don't get online much although she has gotten me to watch some Pewdiepie videos. He's funny in a really weird way.
"Elizabeth, I'm really sorry, but it took me almost eight months to get this interview. God only knows how long it will take me to reschedule, and we'll both have graduated by then. I can't blow this off. Please, go for me?" Lily begs me with her raspy, sore throat voice.
I smile at her. "Of course I'll go for you, Lily. But right now, you should really get back to bed."
"Oh, and before I forget, here are the questions, the directions to his house, and my digital recorder. Just press the start button, make notes if you have to, and I'll transcribe them."
"I know nothing about him, except that he was born in Sweden," I murmur as Lily hands me all the stuff that I need.
"You'll do just fine," Lily assures me. "You should get going. It's a long drive and I wouldn't want you to be late."
I sigh. "Okay I'm going," I say. "Get back to bed. I made you some soup to heat up later."
Lily smiles. "Good luck, Elizabeth. And thanks again, you are a life saver."
Gathering up my backpack and car keys, I smile at her, and head outside to my Mercedes. I can't believe I'm doing this, but since Lily is sick, I have no choice. She's one of my dearest friends, and hey, maybe this interview won't be so bad after all since it's Pewdiepie, the big famous YouTuber from Gothenburg, Sweden...
The roads are moderately clear as I set off from San Francisco to Sacramento. It's only nine in the morning as I set off towards the highway and I don't have to be in Sacramento until this afternoon.
My destination is the house where Mr. Felix Kjellberg makes his videos. Glancing at Lily's written directions, I turn onto a long driveway, and drive up the gravel path until an iron gate comes into view. I slow down a bit and a moment later, the gate opens. Freaky. It's as if he knows that I'm here. I continue up the path until I see a big dark blue, 3 story house. It's a huge Victorian style home surrounded by a large lawn that looks well taken care of. There are also many trees surrounding the property. This place looks like home to a big Hollywood movie star instead of a YouTuber.
Parking in front of the garage, I shut the engine off, and stare up at the dark blue house. Greatly relieved that I'm not late, I grab my backpack and step out of the car. Walking across the gravel path and to the front door, I take a deep breath, and knock. A few moments later, the door opens, and standing there is a young man with bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He's wearing a white sweater and khaki's.
Holy shit. He's a lot more handsome in person.
"Uhh, M-Mr. Kjellberg," I stutter. Damn it, stop stuttering, Elizabeth! "Miss. De Luca is indisposed, so she sent me."
"And you are?" he asks, his Swedish accent warm.
Oh my. "My name is Elizabeth Callahan," I reply.
He opens the storm door for me, motioning for me to come in. As I take a step inside the house, I'm instantly hit with a warm foreign scent. My inner goddess has awoken and she stares in awe at the Swedish man standing before me.
"It's good to meet you," Mr. Kjellberg says.
He extends his hand out and I take it mine. As our fingers touch, I feel an odd and exhilarating shiver run through me which goes all the way down there. My heart lurches into my throat and I withdraw my hand, and smile politely as I blush a bright pink.
"Right this way, Miss. Callahan," he says.
I follow behind him down the hall into a large lobby. Descending from the ceiling is a huge crystal chandelier. In the middle of the room there is a round, dark wood table, and on it is a vase of red roses. Farther into the lobby is a massive staircase leading up to the second and third floor. To the left, Mr. Kjellberg leads me into the living room. At the far end of the room is a stone fireplace. I look around and there are many paintings hung on the walls. I recognize a few Picasso paintings, along with Van Gogh and Michelangelo.
"Have a seat, please." He gestures toward a plush white couch.
Sitting down the couch, Mr. Kjellberg sits a few inches away from me as I retrieve Lily's questions from my backpack. Next, I set up the digital recorder in a very clumsy way by dropping it twice on the glass coffee table. Mr. Kjellberg remains quiet and waits patiently as I become more and more embarrassed and flustered with myself. Dammit, what in the world is wrong with me today? When I glance up at the Swedish man, his blue eyes are watching me. He has one arm draped over the back of the couch, and his other hand is cupping his chin and trailing his index finger along his bottom lip.
"Sorry," I mutter. "I'm just not used to this."
Mr. Kjellberg smiles. "Don't worry about it, take all the time you need. Would you like some tea?" He gestures towards the pitcher of tea sitting on the large coffee table.
"No thank you," I say. "Um, do you mind if I record your answers?"
"After you've taken so much trouble to set it up, your asking me now?"
I flush with embarrassment. He's only teasing me, right? Oh I hope so. I blink at him, unsure of what to say.
He smiles at the look on my face in amusement. "I'm kidding," he says. "Go ahead, I don't mind."
"I just have a quick question before we get started," I say. "Did Lily, I mean Miss. De Luca explain what this interview is for?"
Mr. Kjellberg nods. "Yes, this interview will be appearing in the graduation issue of the student paper, and since the college has donated money to the water campaign for charity, I will be presenting everyone there degrees at this years graduation ceremony."
Oh. Well, this is news to me, and I'm temporarily preoccupied by the fact that someone not much older than me, okay maybe six or seven years, and is also famous on YouTube, will be presenting me with my degree. I smile at the thought and drag my attention back to the task at hand.
"Good," I say. "Alright, I have some questions for you, Mr. Kjellberg." I smooth a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
"I thought you might," he says in amusement.
Is he laughing at me? My cheeks heat at the realization and I sit up straight in an attempt to look taller and more intimidating. I press the start button on the recorder and begin.
"You're very young to have been given so much popularity on YouTube. To what do you owe your success?" I look up at him and he's smiling.
"Well, I owe my success to all the people who helped me get to where I am today," Mr. Kjellberg replies. "When I first started out, I was surprised to have reached 100 subscribers, and now that I'm at over 12 million bros, it's just really amazing."
I look at him and his blue eyes are watching me impassively. My heartbeat quickens, and my face flushes. I quickly look down at Lily's questions, hiding my rosy red cheeks.
"How does it feel to be number 1 on YouTube?" I ask.
He smiles and his eyes twinkle. Oh my, he's so cute. My inner goddess is sitting in her chair, staring at the beautiful man beside me.
"It feels incredible," he says softly. "I amazed to have gotten this far and I'm literally lost for words to describe how excited I am."
I grin like an idiot on the inside and look at the next question.
"Do you have any interests outside of work?" I ask.
"I have varied interests, Miss Callahan." A ghostly smiles touches his lips. "Very varied," he adds. "I like to play guitar, go sailing, travel, and indulge in other various activities."
He smiles, revealing perfect white teeth, and I stop breathing. Holy fuck, he is beautiful. My inner goddess has fainted from his beauty. While my subconscious uses the smelling salt to wake her up, I quickly glance down at the questions and try to slow my wildly beating heart.
"If you saw Slender Man, what would you do?" I ask. I can't help but laugh at Lily's question.
His face turns serious as he tries to hide his humor. "I would run up to him and give him a hug," he says. He fails miserably at being serious and he begins to laugh. "No, I'm kidding. I'd probably shit myself and run away screaming like a little girl. Excuse my language."
I grin and look at the next question. "Many people say you only care about making money on YouTube. Is that true?"
I look at him and all trace of humor is replaced by annoyance.
"No, that is not true," he says. "I've explained this numerous times in my videos. Do you think that?"
I shake my head. "No." I say. Wow, he's serious.
"Good," Mr. Kjellberg says. He smiles but for some reason it doesn't touch his eyes.
"You were adopted as a child. How much do you think that's shaped the way you are?" Oh shit, this is way too personal. I stare at him, hoping he's not offended by the question. His smile disappears.
"I have know way of knowing," he says.
Now I'm interested. "How old were you when you were adopted?"
He glares at me. "That is my personal business, Miss. Callahan," he states, his tone stern.
Crap. My inner goddess is hiding in embarrassment. Maybe I should have done some research before I agreed to do this interview. Flustered to hell and back, I move on to the next question.
"Do you have any family?" I ask.
Mr. Kjellberg smiles, but once more, it doesn't reach his eyes. "Yes, I have a family; they live in Sweden. I have two brothers, a sister, and two loving parents. I'm not interested in extending my family beyond that."
"Are you gay, Mr. Kjellberg?"
He inhales sharply and glares at me, and I cringe, completely mortified. Crap! He looks angry. Why would Lily put this as a question? Damn her and her curiosity!
"No, Elizabeth, I'm not." He raises his eyebrows in an attempt to keep his cool, but he does not look pleased.
"I apologize, sir. It's, um... written here." That's the first time he's said my name. My heartbeat has accelerated, and my cheeks have turned rosy red once more. Nervously, I look up at the Swedish man, and he's looking at me quizzically.
"These aren't your questions?" he asks with curiosity.
The blood drains from my face. "Um, no, sir. Lily, I mean Miss. De Luca, compiled the questions."
"Are you working together on the student paper?"
Oh no. I have nothing to do with the student paper. It's her extracurricular activity, and mine is literature. My cheeks must be red as a tomato.
"No. She's my roommate." I look up at him and his blue eyes are appraising me.
"Did you volunteer to do this interview?" he asks, his accent soft and quiet.
Wait, hold on. Who's supposed to be interviewing whom here? His eyes burn into me as he waits for my answer, and I'm stuck with giving him the truth.
"Yes, sir, I volunteered. Miss. De Luca was not feeling well today." My voice sounds weak.
"That explains a great deal." I watch as he runs his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. "What are your plans after you graduate?"
I shrug my shoulders, thrown by his interest. I know Lily has talked about moving to Los Angeles and she wants me go with her. Other than that, I haven't really thought of what I'm going to do.
"I haven't made any plans, Mr. Kjellberg. I just need to get through my final exams first." Which I should be studying for right now instead of sitting here and feeling uncomfortable under your penetrating blue eyes.
"We run an excellent internship program at YouTube headquarters," he says quietly.
I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Is he offering me a job?
"Oh, I'll bear that in mind," I murmur. "Thank you for the offer though, but I know nothing about YouTube."
He tilts his head to one side, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You know nothing about YouTube?" he asks.
I shake my head.
"I see," he says. "Well, do you ever watch my videos?"
Oh shit. What will the famous Pewdiepie say when he knows that I'm not a bro? The color drains from my face as I think of something to say to him. Say something, Elizabeth! my subconscious screams at me.
"No, sir, I don't," I say, finding my voice. "I don't get online much, but my roommate has gotten me to watch one or two of your videos. I'm not a big fan like she is."
"Well, it's nice to know that you won't fangirl over me," Mr. Kjellberg says. He smiles and I can't help but laugh.
"Yeah, I'm not into fangirling," I say. "A lot of my friends are into fangirling, but not me."
I look over at him and he smiles, his blue eyes twinkling once more. The muscles deep in my belly clench and I tear my gaze away. I stare down at my knotted fingers. Shit, I sound like I'm flirting with him. I have to go, now.
"Would you like to see how I make videos?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No, I'm sure you are far too busy, Mr. Kjellberg, and I do have a long drive back."
"You're driving back to San Francisco?" He sounds surprised and maybe even a little anxious. He glances out the big picture window. It looks like it's about to rain. "Well, you'd better drive carefully." His tone is serious. "Did you get everything you need?"
"Yes, sir," I reply. I feel him watching me as I put the tape recorder and notebook back in my backpack. "Thank you for the interview, Mr. Kjellberg."
"Your very welcome," he says, polite as ever.
As I rise, Mr. Kjellberg stands and holds out his hand to me.
"Until we meet again, Miss. Callahan." And it sounds like a challenge, but I'm not sure. I frown. When will we ever meet again? I shake his hand once more, only to find out that the odd current between us is still there. It must be my nerves.
I walk out of the living room with Mr. Kjellberg following behind me. Once I'm at the front door, he opens it for me, and I'm surprised when he follows me outside. Reaching my car, I turn around and notice that he is looking at my Mercedes.
"It was really great meeting you," I say. "Most of my friends would kill to be in my shoes just to meet the famous Pewdiepie."
He chuckles. "Yeah, I bet they would," he says, smiling. He holds up his hand in a fist bumping gesture. "Bro fist."
Oh my. I grin and bro fist him back.
"Drive safe," he says.
I watch as Mr. Felix Kjellberg turns and walks back to the house. Getting in my car, I start the engine and drive off down the gravel path while he watches me leave.