Chapter 2

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Emilia's POV

I heard a knock on my apartment door, I walked slowly up to where the door was and checked the peep hole. Shit. Anne was standing outside my house and she was probably going to kill me. But I knew waiting for her to go was a bad idea. So I opened the door to a very angry Anne. 

"Hi, Anne," I was trying to be as nice to her as possible, because there was possibilities that I wouldn't have a friend like her anymore. 

"Don't 'Hi, Anne' me. You know what you have done!" She was furious just because she wasn't going to a stupid little book signing, she would never get a chance with Joe or Caspar. Anne was too slutty to be their types.

"Look, I am so sorry, it was just... I-I... I couldn't resist you having Joe or Caspar, I mean look at you. You are so pretty." I lied, I know she was my best friend, but having a best friend doesn't mean you couldn't be jealous of them.

"Thanks, but all I wanted was to see him in real life and the chance of that happening is slim to none. You know I have always wanted to see him, but you fucked up and now, thanks for everything..." She started crying into my top, she was my best friend and I had to do something to stop her from crying.

"Look, Anne, let's go shopping and talk about things, okay?" I was trying to be nice to her even though she was pissing me off with the whining and sniffling. I had to say something.

"Okay, I will meet you at 12pm, but  first let me go home and sort out my makeup," She said in between sniffles.

"See you then," I gave her a final hug and waved her goodbye. 

I got dressed more fancy rather than wearing jogging bottoms and a top. I put on some makeup and waited for Anne to come, but she didn't. I waited hours and hours,  but there was no sign of her, I tried calling her 4 times and texted her. She wasn't replying. What is wrong with her?

--The next day--

I woke up on the sofa and realised that I had slept in for hours. But I was starving so I didn't let it bother me. I took a pan out of my cupboard and started cooking an English breakfast, I knew this was going to fill up my hungry stomach.  I sat down on my chair and put my plate on the table. It didn't look too appetising, but I was that hungry to eat anything at the moment. I checked my phone, no calls or messages, okay then, just ignore me, your best friend, thanks a fucking lot. But when I checked the time I realised what day it was I quickly hurried to get dressed, HOLY CRAP. I am going to meet Joseph Sugg today. To be precise 3 hours, 15 minutes and 37 seconds. Yes I am weird, but I don't care!

I got dressed in my favourite dress, it was a white Summer dress and it had a very light pink belt, I loved it to pieces, I also wore my white sandals which had flowers on them. Following the Summer theme, I put some nude eye shadow, black eyeliner, black mascara and nude lipstick. I looked into a mirror and thought that nobody actually would love me, Joe and Caspar both had millions of girls chasing after him, even though they were like 15 years old and I was 20, I had no chance.

2 hours later, I got into my car to get to the place of Joe's book signing. I was excited and nervous,  I bet everyone would feel this way because they are meeting Joe Sugg, but for me it could be different because I was older. When I finally got there, I saw a massive queue, Holy shit, it was long. (That's what she said). No, no time for jokes Emilia. I went and parked my car and ran to where the end seemed to be. This was going to take all day. 

After what felt like forever, I had finally got up to where Joe was sitting, signing my book. But I didn't really care about that (also I was back of the line, so I was the special one who got the most time),  I just wanted to see what he was like in real life. And oh... my.... GOD.... He was stunning, he had the most beautiful hair and shining blue eyes which sparkled whenever he looked up.

"Hello?" He asked. His voice was so much better than in his videos, it was sexy and cute. He waved in my face trying to get my attention.

"Oh. Ummm... Sorry I just..." I couldn't finish what I was going to say.

"Don't worry." He chuckled "What's your name, beautiful?" He called me beautiful!!!

"My name is Emilia." Still gob-smacked that he actually called me beautiful!

"What a beautiful name, I know this is weird, but I-uh-would like you to have my number. You seem like the kind of girl that I would like to be friends with." Was he crazy? Or am I just dreaming?

"Here, I am sorry I fangirled, it's just you are so different than in your videos. And I never knew your voice would be so sexy!" I gave him my phone.

"Sexy? Aha. It's fine, I understand."  He gave me my phone back. I read what he put as his ID, 'Joeeee'. Gosh, he had an British accent and an amazing sense of humour. Was I lucky to meet him? Or was this fate?

I walked up to him and hugged him, he seemed to enjoy it, I guess. I then stood face-to-face with him, he bent down (because I was shorter than him), and he kissed me on the cheek! Seriously Emilia, if you are dreaming wake up now! But it was all true, I felt butterflies in my stomach which I had never experienced before. He massaged my shoulders, obviously knowing that I had been in the queue for hours. He seemed so good at massaging it was going to be the end of me, I swear!

I gave him a kiss on the cheek, said goodbye and left. I already missed him. What was I thinking? This is all fake and he is just a lookalike. 

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