Connor's POV
I was headed off to my booth at Warped, looking forward to meeting fans and signing autographs. They make me happy.
"OMG IT'S CONNOR FRANTA!" A girl screamed, bringing me back to the present. When I looked behind my shoulder, a crowd of about 20 girls had begun to chase me. Not wanting to get mobbed, I ran for my life.
"Hey! Need some help? Hop in," a girl with caramel-coloured hair beckoned to me. I took her offer immediately, and she drove off quickly.
"Thanks," I said, catching my breath.
"No problem. I'm Alyssa, by the way," she smiled at me while driving.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Connor -" I began to introduce myself.
"You're Connor Franta, and you needed help from the fangirls," she chuckled.
"Exactly. So, I must ask, are you a fan?"
"Yeah. I really like your videos," she answered, pulling into Starbucks. I followed her inside, getting my wallet out.
"Get whatever you want. I'm paying," I said in her ear quietly.
"I can't ask you to do that," she protested.
"I want to make it up to you. For saving me back there," I answered.
"Okay," she complied, putting her wallet away.
*at the end of the day*
"Thanks for today. I really enjoyed the day away from the stress and the hustle and bustle. Don't get me wrong, I love my fans, but it can be a little much sometimes," I thanked Alyssa as she parked near my bus.
"I understand," she said as we both got out of the car. I surprised her and gave her a hug, since we'd gotten to be pretty close throughout the day, and it was cool.
*later in the week*
Alyssa's POV
Wanna come and chill on the bus w/ me?
My phone lit up with a text from Connor.
Sure! Be there soon
I replied, grabbing my phone, keys, and purse and making the short drive to the parking lot, along with the long walk to Connor's bus. Fortunately, there weren't many people around the busses and his door was wide open.
"Knock knock," I called out, climbing the stairs and seeing Connor sitting on the couch with his laptop on his lap.
"Here she is! The surprise guest I was talking about on Twitter. So, she doesn't know this yet, but, and I want to get my phone to video her reaction," he pulled his phone out to film.
"She, oh, and her name is Alyssa, is going to sculpt whipped cream into my hair."
My hands flew up to my mouth as my jaw dropped in shock.
"And she can do whatever she wants, so, I'll put my laptop on the table, and, wait, Alyssa, come here!" Connor beckoned me over.
I walk over and hug him before setting my purse behind the laptop.
"In the fridge, I assume?" I jump right in as Connor takes his shirt off.
"Yup!" He says.
I squat in front of the mini fridge and got both cans of whipped cream, shaking them and feeling the weight of them.
"You ready?" I stand behind him like a cosmetologist, and he nods.
"Here we go!" I sprayed whipped cream on his head and began to massage it into his scalp, messing around and giving him a mohawk first, then making him look like a nerd, and then I decided to get serious. More whipped cream went on his head, and I sculpted the whipped cream to look like one of the hats from the Smurfs.
"Holy-- wow. You really went to town," he laughs.
"Yep!" I laugh.
Connor ended the video, and I helped him wash the whipped cream out of his hair.