The Challenge

The After Effect

It had been exactly a week after that awkward and unconventional situation at the WeView awards and yet, it was all anyone had been talking about all over social media.

Pondering over it all for that length of time myself, I was just so grateful to stop it before things got way out of hand. I was still in shocked about what went down. I didn't want to believe it was actually real.

London and Sebastian were willing to throw away everything because they couldn't see eye to eye or be cordial about this stuff. They were both admired by everyone in their own ways, but it seemed like they always craved for media attention more for themselves.

The price of fame I guessed.

I was now in our 2300 sq. ft house, that was located off the Palms Springs beach where we could see and hear the peaceful and calming water crashing against the sand everyday and night, literally outside of the living room's floor to ceiling crystal clear windows.

I was concentrating on editing London's latest video while watching Jason's on the kitchen island. She was across from me standing in front going through their bin of her fan mail she looked over religiously, trying to suppress her memories of that terrible experience.

I could see the pissed look on her face each time, reading some of letters which was highly unusual for her. She always loved reading about be praised and admired.

Though, I had a feeling it wasn't much people doing this anymore the minute I heard a grunt and she stomped her foot angrily.

"This is insane! I've gotten now over 100 letters and messages from those douche-b fans of Sebastian saying how much I ruined his shining moment!" She screamed.

I glanced over to see her opening another envelope. I knew there was going to be controversy about all of this, I just hated seeing her so worried and panicked over something like fan hate.

"You can always stop reading it. I mean, these are his fans I'm sure yours are doing the same thing to him." I pointed out to her as my phone suddenly buzzed off.

London then frowned shaking her head, before pursing her corner lip into a small smirk.

"Yeah but my fans are right! He couldn't just let me have my victory! I deserved that award! You know it, he knew it, Jeremy probably knew it, even his own mamma should've known!" She then snapped getting angry all over again at the thought, before opening up another letter and read it carefully and holding it up to me and glared. "Judgmental whores!"

I looked at her knowingly. It couldn't have been that bad. Quickly, I grabbed the letter and began to read it aloud myself. "Dear London Lynn, I hate you. P.S. you should roll over and die."

Talk about terrible people.

I then held up my phone, reading the text aloud as well and shook my head seeing the one thing that was going to raise the bar in this situation higher.

"Jeremy just texted me to tell you to let your fans know, Sebastian will not take their advice and jump off a short cliff or choke to death on a chip." I informed.

This was definitely now getting more personal than needed. Now, nothing was wrong with competition but sometimes fans were just so insensitive or too sensitive, over the smallest and unnecessary things.

London scoffed to the mail and pushed it away as it fell on the floor.

"This is giving me anxiety! I mean, what more do I have to do to prove I'm not just another horrible and pretty girl?!" She asked whining a bit, until she snapped her finger turning to face me. "Oh! I know! I can do one of my makeover segments! Everyone always loves me more when I do those!" She offered.