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III

Chapter 3:

Ryan kept to his promise of sending me schedules of what we were doing for the week. He also made a point in telling Charles and I off for telling those three men our secrets. If we didn't do that then this whole thing would've blown up in our faces thanks to zero privacy. Back to the schedules we were sent via email, there wasn't much to be done except for him having a twitter chat with me. I don't even have twitter! Oh wait... Never mind, they made an account with my email and sent me my password. Damn these people love hacking into other people's personal business. Holy mother of god! Shemurr, they know my passwords to every account I own. Dammit.

Following the link to the twitter page that I now owned thanks to these people, I saw that Charles had already started the conversation on here.

@officialcharles: yo @jaddee

Really? @jaddee? That's the best they could come up with? Oh well.

@jaddee: yo @officialcharles , wha yuh want?

@officialcharles: :( I can't talk to you @jaddee?

@jaddee: @officialcharles no you cant, lol jkjk

@officialcharles: :'(

@jaddee: whats up?@officialcharles

@officialcharles: my heart breaking at the sans apostrophe @jaddee

@jaddee:  @officialcharles drama queen ;)

@officialcharles:

@officialcharles: what's up w/ you? @jaddee

@jaddee: @officialcharles still a drama queen, babe

@jaddee: doing nothing, you?@officialcharles

@officialcharles: humph, lazy, ;) doing the same :/ @jaddee

@jaddee: lazy ;)))))))))))) @officialcharles

@officialcharles: that's a crap ton of chins @jaddee, why didn't I notice that yesterday????

@jaddee: im really good at makeup that's why ;) @officialcharles

@officialcharles: @jaddee lololololololololololololol

@officialcharles: @jaddee bye boo

@jaddee: @officialcharles :'( baiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

I started exploring my account to waste time just to see what management has done to make it 'mine'. Thankfully they didn't put up a picture of me or even a bio, because that would've been weird. I went to my time line and saw that I was following all of Now You See Us –obviously- and management. I refreshed my page after five minutes of seeing their boring tweets and my notification box exploded. Literally I had so many followers, re-tweets, messages, sub tweets, it was ridiculous.  I think I gained at least 100 000 followers all thanks to this band. So I, being the nice person I can be, followed ¾ of the 100 000 people until I reached a follow limit. I kept refreshing the page simply because I had nothing else to do and tried following more people. Huh, who knew that if you refreshed the page twenty times the follow limit would be uplifted? After what only felt like five minutes that turned out to be two hours I went on tumblr and stalked the fan girls of Now You See Us on there. I learned enough of the band thanks to those girls after my third hour of being on the website. Before exiting the website though I had to follow these girls (and occasional male) blogs that I ended up being on.

*ONE MONTH LATER *

            Some how I forgot about the fact that Charles had his own work schedule that consisted of him travelling places, and considering that he had a couple of Canadian dates left, I was somewhat forced to tag along with him. I didn't want to at first but then they waved my contract in my face and told me to go. I thought of at least ten excuses as to why I couldn't go and for each one they thought of something to counteract my excuse; each and every one of them infallible. They told me that they were going to explain to my family as to why I had to go and they somehow convinced my stubborn dad into allowing me to go.

            So in less than two weeks I've traveled to all 10 provinces (excluding Ontario so technically 9) and I'm tired all thanks to travelling and the shows that keep you up until midnight every night. During the limited time we have off throughout the day, we were told we would have to be tourists and hold hands and just be overly affectionate when we see people around the place. Every time we were out in a desolated area we'd immediately get swarmed by fans and paparazzi. The first few times it happened I obviously wasn't used to it so I would start to feel suffocated and my claustrophobia would hit me hard. Charles would notice and would unintentionally make it worse by holding my body close to his. The first time it happened he realized and pushed some of the overbearing paparazzi away before wrapping his arm around me in a protective manner and talked me through it. He effectively calmed me down after that thankfully, and now I like to believe I'm okay as long as he is right behind me while we go through the mob. After the first time it happened in Victoria, British Columbia (our last stop) I heard Charles tell someone off and I'm sure it was Ryan, it had to be. The next day Charles told me that the anonymous tips that his management let off were going to finally stop and now the mob of people that would crowd us would just be his fans and very few paparazzi, I was grateful to say the least.

            When we did leave our hotel, we hailed a taxi to the center of the city, when we got there, we tipped the taxi extra just because he put up with the screaming fans that saw us enter the cab. The smile on his face was heartwarming yet heartbreaking. Charles and I started roaming the city, holding hands and laughing at each other. Eventually we started to play the game of 'who can pull the most ridiculous face'; we immediately started to contort our face trying to make each other laugh. Charles ended up winning thanks to my inability of keeping a straight face, that and I'm absolute crap at pulling funny faces. Whilst we played, I saw the occasional person pull a confused/worried expression, obviously torn between taking a picture and running away. Occasionally a fan would approach Charles asking for a picture and a signed boob, the fan would always shove their belongings into my face and one girl shoved her heavy purse so hard at me, I almost fell. It takes talent to fall down without walking, and I have that talent. It's horribly embarrassing when you're around people who aren't aware you posses that talent.

            Magically I saved myself from falling and instead of Charles being the oh so amazing boy bander and taking a picture with his fan, he gripped my forearm, steadying me. I flashed a grateful smile at him and he nodded and took the picture with the irritated fan. As she walked away he murmured "it's okay babe, you know I've got you at all times" loud enough for people close enough to hear and at that he interlaced our hands and smugly walked away from the fan.

            When we arrived back at the hotel we got an email from Ryan telling us to check out an article that was posted not too long ago. Charles clicked on the link that lead us to an article that had a blown up image of Charles and I with the question 'Who is this mystery girl?! And what is she doing with this heartthrob?!'. Ryan, being the perfectly timed person that he is, then called us, praising us about what had happened, he then told us we needed to take a selfie and post it to all of our social media a few days later with some type of adorable ship name.

*THE NEXT DAY*

We had posted our selfie with the hashtag #CADE not even ten minutes ago on Twitter, Facebook and Instagram and we have received 1/8 likes, 1/8 positive comments 3/4 hate. Some of the more abusive comments we reported and deleted then decided to do a 'random' twitcam; obviously we were told by Ryan what time we had to do it and what questions we had to answer. Basically ones asking us to confirm our 'relationship' and any other ones that weren't too risky. Charles tweeted out that he was doing a twitcam and twenty minutes later the twitcam started.  

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