AN: IMPORTANT!! IN THIS STORY NOTCH STILL OWNS MINECRAFT, NOT MICROSOFT!! THANK YOU! ALSO, LONG AN EXPLAINING MY ABSENCE WILL BE POSTED DIRECTLY FOLLOWING THIS CHAPTER!

Lexi's POV

"No! Jordan no the other knob! No! Ugh!" I threw the towel that had been laying on my shoulder down to the granite countertop. "Jordan. What are you trying to do?" He looked up at me with a perplexed expression before looking back to the stove and back up at me again.

"I was trying to... I was trying to preheat it... But I don't think it's working." He tapped on the small display screen as he turned the timer knob. I slapped a hand to my face, dragging it down. We had been here for 15 minutes and he still didn't know how to preheat an oven.

"Jordan..." I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from the oven's controls. "Jordan, that's the timer knob." I informed him, tapping the words above it as he mouthed the words he was reading. His mouth formed an 'o' and he looked at me in embarrassment.

"Whoops..."

"Freaking idio-" I began to mutter, but he cut me off by shoving me lightly, a small smile taking place on his lips.

"Shut up." I laughed and continued his lesson on cooking, and after an hour or so we finally had made a successful batch of brownies. I smiled as he made us both a bowl of ice cream with a brownie on top. I took my bowl and walked to the couch, plopping down and turning on Doctor Who. We had both just started watching it, and we weren't very far in. Jordan sat next to me, eyes glued to the screen as he shoveled spoonfuls of ice cream and brownie into his mouth.

I smiled at the screen as the episode came to a close. "I ship it." I mumbled through a mouthful of brownie, watching Rose and The Doctor dance on the screen. Jordan chuckled, nodding his head in agreement.

"They would be cute together."

"Of course, and I've gotta tell you I'd do the same thing she did."

"What do you mean?"

I grinned. "Run off with the Doctor. Think about it, traveling through all of time and space. That's kind of amazing."

Jordan turned to me, raising an eyebrow. "Are you telling me if an alien comes along in an old blue police box and offers you to come with him and fight other aliens, you'd leave me for him?" He asked in a mock hurt voice.

"Uh, duh!" I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. "Nah I'm kidding, I would be scared to death of all those aliens. I'd probably stay locked away in the TARDIS the whole time. It wouldn't be worth it." He smiled at me, pulling me onto his lap and letting me curl up and rest my head on his chest.

The credits began rolling down the screen and Jordan turned the TV off. "Maybe we should talk about our plans for MineCon?" He asked. I nodded and shifted around so my legs were across his lap and my head was on the arm of the sofa. He chuckled and continued. "So we are gonna have the hotel closest to the convention, the one all the youtubers and special guests are staying in. We are gonna fly in a couple days early to get everything sorted out and then go sightseeing a bit. Yknow like the Georgia Aquarium, World of Coke, other stuff. They've got some cool things over there." I nodded, listening intently as he spoke. It seemed exciting, and I was excited for our panel. We had contacted Mojang about having our panel like Jordan usually does, and they had said we would be on the list for scheduling. We spoke for a bit more, talking about what we were most excited about; however, the topic soon became utterly boring and I decided we needed to do something.

I hopped up off the couch and grabbed Jordan's hand, pulling him to the front door and pulling on my high top converse. He followed along confusedly, watching me tug on my jacket and hand him his own jacket and beanie.

"Where are we going?" He asked finally.

"Shopping. There is next to no food in this house, and that is really not okay." I replied, and he laughed.

"Of course. Alright let's go, but I want to go some places too." He pulled his old gray beanie over his head and opened the door for me. I patted the top of his head, kissing him on the cheek as I walked out the door.

"Such a gentleman. Is the place you're wanting to go actually that bad?" I joked, poking his stomach. He rolled his eyes with a smile.

"No, can I not hold the door open for you without there being something wrong?" I shook my head in response.

"You really can't. Anyways, where are you wanting to go? I'm curious." I wondered alound as I snatched his car keys from him and walked out the door backwards. Jordan shrugged.

"Just a place." he muttered, following me. He stopped to close and lock the door, wiggling the handle before turning back around and walking with me to his car. He was acting a bit suspicious, but I dismissed my questions and made a mental note to inquire about them later. We soon set off with me behind the wheel, Jordan's groans of misery barely audible over the music I was blasting through the speakers. I smiled in glee and as I looked at him, he couldn't help but smile back. Jordan's complaints about my countless habits were nonstop, but I could always detect that little twinkle in his eye that told me he wouldn't have it any other way. I would constantly remind him that he chose me and he decided to deal with me, but really I didn't have to remind him. I could tell that he knew and he was perfectly content with his choice just as I was with mine.

The trip to the store was absolutely uneventful, something I can rarely say when I'm with Jordan. He wasn't quiet, yet it wasn't particularly boisterous either. We both seemed to be in dire need of some downtime, as we always spent our time recording or editing or doing something in between the two that simply drained us. It came to my attention that Jordan had simply broken my microphone stand earlier and wanted to buy me a new one, which cleared up any of my earlier suspicions about his behavior. Three hours later and we were heading home in silence. Our silences are few and far between, but when they came they would either fill the atmosphere with pure tension or be filled with peace and comfort. This one was peaceful. I stopped at the red light and turned my head to look at my boyfriend. He was sat back in his seat with his legs out in front of him and his ankles crossed. He carried his beanie in one hand while the other sat behind his head as a makeshift pillow, and his hair was tousled beyond belief from the amount of times he had ran his hand through it. His eyes gazed tiredly in front of him and his mouth was just barely ajar, but it was just enough so that I could see the tips of his shiny white front teeth.

It was still hard to believe that this man was my boyfriend. It was hard to believe anything nowadays. Ever since Jake was caught a year ago, my life was flipped around and changed and manipulated in so many ways that sometimes I forgot that he wasn't able to get us anymore. Though the nightmares haven't stopped or even calmed down, I no longer worried for my life every time I took a step out of the front door. This past year I officially moved in with Jordan, and I have to say that it was the best decision of my life. The freedom was great and I felt in control, though sometimes the fact that I was in complete control of my life got a bit overwhelming. I would soon get over it though, and I would continue on with my job on YouTube and my peculiar, extraordinary life. One day was never like the last at our house, each day was completely different and unique. A dull day would pass, only to be followed by a month's worth of new and exciting things. That was the way our lives had run, and I loved it.

"We should probably start packing." Jordan commented later that night as we sat at the table, finishing up the microwave dinners I had bought earlier. No cooking for me tonight, the fiasco with Jordan today had been quite enough for me.

I swallowed a mouthful of lasagna before replying. "Probably. Do they give us sharpies there for signings or do we have to bring some?"

His response came first in the form of a shrug. "I don't know."

"How do you not know? You're like a Minecon veteran!" I argued. Jordan flashed me a goofy grin.

"I guess we'll just have to bring our own just in case."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "What a bummer."

Our plates were soon in the sink and we were off to our room to pack our bags. The next few hours were filled with our frustrated sighs and the occasional outburst from me, yelling about how the god dang suitcase just wouldn't shut its face. Jordan, of course, found great joy in this. He would purposefully keep adding things into my suitcase, claiming he couldn't fit it in his. This lead to me storming out of the room, throwing my hands in the air as I cussed out a large fabric box. Meanwhile, Jordan was on the floor and clutching his stomach from laughter.

"You won't think this is so funny when your suitcase is out the freaking window!" I yelled from the living room couch. He fell silent, and a grin spread across my face. A few minutes later, he walked out to me gasping for breath. He removed my feet from the couch and flopped down next to me.

"You really weren't kidding with that suitcase, were you?"

The plane ride soon came along, and Jordan and I made fools of ourselves as we struggled with our multiple suitcases. I had my carry-on on my choulder, my large rolling suitcase following behind me as i dragged it. The wheels got stuck on everything, it was utterly obnoxious. A small violent part of me in the back of my mind argued that I should just rip them off or something, but I deemed that to be counterproductive. Then I'd have to do things. Like, physical things. With muscles. And I was still sore from my 'workouts', if you could call them that. They were really just me complaining about being hungry while Jordan told me to do stuff. I still think my methods of just eating more food work better.

Our flight was called and we were off, taking our seats and settling in for the flight. If we only knew who was truly on that flight...