"Internet Famous" (A Caspar Lee Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Authors Note : I chose this really old song bc recently Caspar uploaded a video to his snapchat of him singing this at a party or something and I just got inspired to use that in the book.

That is all Boo's. Carry on with my book ;)

~Caspar's POV~

She pulled me along through the crowd, her warm hand in mine. The rest of the group followed, laughing hysterically.

"C'mon!" She laughed and pulled me further. I wasn't sure what was going on but I felt slightly excited that her hand was in mine. It was so soft and small, I wanted to hold her hand forever.

Maybe I was just extremely drunk though.

I walked with her through the crowd to the other side of the mansion where people were standing around a huge flat screen holding microphones.

Oh my god I'm a great singer!! Let's do this. I thought to myself. Drunk Caspar is an idiot.

Flynn fetched a book of the songs and was quickly flipping through it, trying to find one before the very loud women occupying the machine got done.

"Are you a fan of Boyz II Men?" She asked.

"Uh yes? What song?" I think I know who they are.

"I'll Make Love to You," she said.

"Yeah that's great," I yelled over the music. Why was I so excited about this. Its like it was my big debut.

She grabbed two microphones and came running over to me, shoving one into my hand.

"Ok you ready Caspar?"

I loved the way she said my name.

"I love the way you say my name," shit why did I say that out loud? Shit shit shit.

She paused and looked at me for a second.

"Is that some sort of a poem?" She asked in an incredibly southern accent.

I laughed and said no, glad she didn't find me creepy.

"Ok who's next?" the DJ behind the booth asked.

"US!" Flynn shouted and grabbed my hand again.

The music began to play and I got really... Really... In to it.

Flynn started, singing the words like some sort of goddess. I was so hammered I would think a dying turtle would sound like a work of art though.

Then I jumped in, hip thrusting around and really putting on a show. I could hear Joe and Marcus whistling and cheering from the crowd that had accumulated around us.

"I'll make love to you! WHOO LIKE YOU WANT ME TO!" I screamed.

"AND I'LL HOLD YOU TIGHT! BABY ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT," she yelled back.

We were both really getting into it and before I knew it I was inches from her face.

It suddenly got quiet, we were barely above a whisper right in each others faces. I wanted to kiss her so bad.

I looked into her eyes. They were a pale icy blue. She stared back into mine, our microphones dropped down to our sides. My lips were less than a centimeter away from hers, almost touching.

My breathing shortened and hers stopped all together. I leaned in...

But she leaned away, raising her microphone back to her lips and finishing the last chorus.