That is, until I stumble on a very familiar pair of bright blue eyes and pink hair.
“Holy fuck!” I gasp, bolt out of my chair, and gape down at my phone screen.
“What?” Reid asks. “What’s wrong?” I feel like he’s been asking me that a lot lately.
And this time, I think I might be losing my mind.
“Please tell me I’m not seeing things?” I ask, holding my phone up to show Reid.
His eyes grow wide. “Is that Addison?" He takes my phone to get a closer look.
“She’s a streamer?” He asks, looking up at me with surprise.
“I don’t know.” I wave my hand to the phone. “But I’m guessing she is, because that's Addison, unless there’s another girl out there who is a copy-and-paste version of her.”
“Wait. You’re on StreamPunk. How would you be seeing her account if you’re not subscribed to her?”
He’s right. She wouldn’t pop up on my news feed unless I’m an active member of her stream account.
“Trust me, dude, I’d remember if I’ve watched her streams. What's her screen name?”
“Uhhh.” He looks, checking for me, and then his face goes white as a ghost.
“What?!” I frown. “What’s wrong?”
“I think the universe is either playing some kind of sick joke on us, or giving us the best gift known to mankind,” he says in disbelief.
“Give me that.” I snatch my phone back from him and look at the screen name. PastelPrincess. “No,” I whisper.
I subscribed to PastelPrincess out of support, hoping my monthly payment would help, but I didn’t check out her page to see who she was, wanting to try and keep my promise of not watching her content.
“Yes,” Reid says, laughing. “Carson. Fucking hell, Addison is PastelPrincess. Our Omega is the girl we’ve had a thing for,for years. The girl we were going to confess our feelings to was our best friend. The girl we spent years playing online with.”
“Holy shit,” I say in disbelief, a smile takes over my face as it sinks in. “Holy fucking shit.” Happiness, relief, excitement, they all hit me at once.
“This is wild, man.” Reid runs his hands through his hair, leaning back in his seat. “So this is what Princess looks like.”
“She’s fucking smokin’ hot.” I grin like a fool. “Andshe’s our Omega. Pinch me, man.”
Reid leans over and pinches my leg.
“Ouch, what the fuck?!” I rub at the sore spot.
“You said to pinch you.” He gives me a smug grin.
“Not literally! That hurt. I hope our Omega is nicer to me than you are.”
Reid’s face drops. “She’s our Omega.”
“Yeah, man, I just said that.” I raise a brow.
“She’s PastelPrincess.”
“Yessss.” And I thought I was the slow one.
“The same Princess that Death, the guy who is also one of our best friends, has a thing for.”
And now my smile drops. “Fuck him,” I snarl. “She’s ours. He can’t have her.”
