This morning, May was knocking at my door like a damn baseball bat, again. I couldn't bear the smell of my uncle Sam's perfume - he unfortunately stays with us - in my room again. Each morning, he wakes up, brushes his teeth and comes straight to my room to put on his perfume, because he knows it makes me bad shit crazy. After, he leaves singing a song about a "beautiful day" probably from one of his shitty musicals he likes so much. He's an actor, and I just hate actors.
After I got myself ready for breakfast, I looked in my reflection for several long minutes. Am I pretty? I don't really know. That is why every single time I see myself in the freaking mirror I'm scared. I'm scared because people are mean. Am I too big, too small, to bearded, too ... too what? I don't even know.
As I walked to the the refrigerator, I was surprised that nobody was up. Not even my younger sister Ally who usually plays in the kitchen. I didn't know why. I checked the house 4 times and there was no one. I was alone, and nobody have had the gentleness to tell me where the hell they were. As I lifted a box on the counter, I saw a brief note. "We are leaving you, Peter. Time for you to plan your own shit."
My family hates me. They hated me since my dad's death, because they think it's my fault. When I was thirteen, I came out of the closet to my parents. My dad reacted really bad and he got into a long depression. At the same time, he had lung cancer, which was mostly because of his dependance for cigarettes. He was smoking like 3 packs a day. Nobody thought he was dead due to his cancer. They all blamed me.
Today's my birthday. I'm 18 years old. My mother didn't want to leave me alone, she didn't want to fill a ton of papers to leave me. You know what? I was happy when I read that note because I felt all the pressure on my shoulders just let go. I was finally free. The worst thing is that my uncle will stay with me anyway, since his job is close to the house and shit.
I went back to bed, slept for 3 more hours and just lived. Fuck school. Fuck my family. Fuck uncle Sam. I am free now. What should I do? Freedom will surely be fun, but I obviously will be bored soon. I should take a look on Cyberbook. It's like a fancier Facebook. But instead of "having friends", you have "cyberfriends". I don't know most of the people on this website and it is actually why I like it so much.
Man, I forgot! Today there's this new feature on the website where we can just send messages to random people. It makes it even more interesting than it was. I deeply feel like I'm gonna meet great people, I only hope they will understand how I feel. Actually, I would like to find love on this website. Since I live far from anything else, I feel like it's a good way to make friends, even if some would think they're fake. Well, to be honnest, there's a lot of fake accounts on this website, but it's easy to see which ones are.
God, it's already 8 PM and the only thing I did today was to talk to these strangers. I made 17 cyberfriends. I think I'm gonna go to bed, I'm tired over all, even if I slept a lot today. Anyway, I will leave my Mac open and I'll go brush my teeth, I'm waiting for Celia's answer, a girl from school.
The beeping sound is so fucking unpleasant, made me brush my teeth faster than ever.
Celia : 1 new message.
Ryan : 3 new messages.
God who the hell is that. Is that the guy from Step Up 4 ? Made me go LOL. Total fake. I hate those fakes because they think they rule the world and everybody believes them. Well, I don't care. Yeah, fuck off I'll talk to this he/she/it thing so-called a fake.
Ryan : Hey bud! Looking good.
Ryan : I'm Ryan... Ryan Guzman.
Ryan : Wow you look so good man, please answer me ;)
Me : Yeah no listen bud. Ik ur fake. If u show me who u really are I'll answer u. But tbh i dont wanna talk to a fake. Enough lies in my world.
Ryan : Well how could I show you I'm real? Snapchat?
At this moment, I thought "Okay, he'll kill you man, what the hell are you thinking?" then after a couple minutes I thought "I don't even care, if he kills me it will be done."
Me : Come see me at my house in lets say one hour. If u come ur real if u dont ur fake ;)
Ryan : Okay right, give me the adress.
Me : 1000 Milewood Road.
Ryan : Aight, will be there.
Ryan is now offline.
Okay, I will see an ugly 29 years old butter-lover pervert who will totally molest me. Maybe I'll like it, at least I would have something to do. I'm not tired anymore, I'm gonna go get dressed even if this fake will either never come or either will be someone totally different.
Knock-knock...
Suddenly, I feel weird and I'm nervous. I know what I thought an hour ago, but right now, I'm scared. Oh, there's a knife hidden under this table... Gonna take it, just in case.
I look outside the front window and what do I see ? An ugly 30 years old creep. Knew it.
- Hey man, go away. Knew you were fake.
- Um, sorry? I'm your neighbor, well I live further, I received this package but it's for you I think. Sorry it's late but I'm back from a long trip. You have a good night.
- Wait mister, thanks, sorry for being so impolite. I feel like I was catfished.
- I know how you feel, have a nice evening.
Does it means I still have a chance with the he/she/it fake.
Knock-knock...
I open the door.
It's a tall light-brown haired man with big brown eyes, a light beard, a big smile with teeth whiter than snow and a pretty shirt that is lightly open to let the moonlight hit on his hairy chest.
- So, am I still fake, blacksmurf23?
- Um, my name is actually Peter, should change my profile... But, what?
- Love your bow tie. I'm Ryan Guzman.
It was him, that smoking hot guy from Step Up, that handsome dark guy who looks so mysterious. Ryan Guzman hit on me for real. What do I do now?
There's still a problem... I hate actors...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Been A Bad Boy - Chatting Desires, a Ryan Guzman Fanfic
FanfictionWhen young Peter finds a new chatting room on his favorite website, he wants to explore a whole new world and he expects to find love. When he finds Ryan Guzman, actor, he thinks he's fake and it's just a joke. But as the story goes, he realizes tha...