Lets be honest: we would all watch YouTuber Bren.

Third person P.O.V:

Brendon was famous.

Woah no. Not famous-famous.

YouTube-famous.

Which is like being the popular kid in your own school. You're famous in your school but not famous in all schools.

Which basically explains YouTubers.

Now, back to Brendon being 'YouTuber-Famous'. Brendon somehow had 4 million subscribers (eat your heart out, Jacksfilms). Unlike his friends (Josh who made drumming videos, Patrick who would recite random facts, do occasional book reviews and sometimes do singing videos, Pete who posted videos of himself playing scary games and screaming on camera and Tyler doing d.i.y videos), Brendon didn't make specific videos, he made whatever he felt like. Sometimes he would try to do baking videos where it would usually end up with flour all over the place, a small kitchen fire and a flood, sometimes he would do singing videos (which were one of the only videos that usually didn't end up in a disaster), sometimes he would play scary games with Pete and have them both pissing their pants, and sometimes...

Sometimes he would make tags,

Like today.

"Hello you sexy fuckers and fuckees!" Brendon did his usual intro, waving into the camera.

"Today I have very two special assholes with me because we're doing a special video toda-" before Brendon could finish his sentence, a voice off screen cut him off.

"Fuck you!"

"Shut the fuck up Dallon, you lanky son of a bitch!" Brendon looked away from the camera to insult his boyfriend. Soon, he looked back to the camera and started smiling, "as I was saying-before I was rudely interrupted" he glared at Dallon, "we are going to do the boyfriend tag with my two boyfriends: Ryan and Lanky Asshole."

Ryan and Dallon came into the screen.

"Fuck you, Breadfucker." Dallon said, smiling.

"If you two don't shut up I will not hesitate to commit arson on your sorry asses." Ryan said seriously, but then falling into a pit of laughter.

"Alright, everyone shut up. I don't want to spend 80 hours editing this." Brendon said. "So I went on Twitter asked you guys some questions and we're gonna eating ask one and have the other two answer."

"What does the winner get?" Ryan asks.

"Nothing. In life there are no winners, just losers. We're all losers of God's sick game that he calls: life." Dallon said nonchalantly.

"Alright, lets ignore Captain Sadness. First question: where did you guys meet?" Brendon asks.

"Well me and Bren were dating when we were in college and next to us in special effects class Dallon would sit and one day he came to class and mixed coffee and monster energy and started chugging down the entire bottle and that's how we started talking." Ryan answered.

"Yep, we started our relationship because Dallon was a depressed piece of shit." Brendon said, looking through his phone for another question. He brought his head up, looking at the camera, "which he still is."

"Gotta admit: I'm a hot, depressed piece of shit." Dallon said, smirking and winking at the camera.

"No, you're a lanky, depressed piece of shit." Ryan said, taking Brendon's phone and picking a question. "Okay, listen: who tops?"

"Not Ryan." Dallon took Brendon's phone from Ryan's hands. The shorter boy pouted while Brendon snorted. "What talent of mine do you love?"

"Your ability to suck di-" before Brendon could finish, Dallon hit him on the back of the head.

"This is as much of a boyfriend tag as the Paul brothers are sorry for their actions." Ryan mumbled, making Dallon and Brendon burst out laughing.

"I'm gonna ask a question from myself: what colour is my hair?" Brendon asked, covering his head.

"I'm gonna go drink coffee and Monster and question my life choices." Dallon says, walking away.

"I'm gonna look for a new boyfriend." Ryan said.

Brendon chuckled. "Well that's all! I hope you guys enjoyed my half-assed attempt at a 'boyfriend tag'. I'm Brendon, gay and about to say bye! BYEE!" Brendon waved at the camera before turning it off.