"Internet Famous" (A Caspar Lee Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Guys... I know it's been FOREVER! I've been sooooo busy here lately please forgive me.

This  update is my peace offering. 

Please enjoy

~Flynn's POV~

By the time we had finished the Taco Bell, I had learned more about Caspar Lee than I ever thought I would.

In the time it took us to eat 4 burritos, 3 quesadillas, a nacho supreme and a copious number of crunch wraps and soft tacos, we had one of the best conversations about just about anything I've had in a very long time.

Who would've guessed that our views on the 70s, today's hit music, and lip hair (don't ask) were the same and that our opinions on adult cartoons, thrill rides, and Wednesday were completely different. And that was OK! It was fine that we had different opinions because that gave us a chance to argue back and forth expressing ourselves in a way I didn't get to do too often.

It was refreshing, and me being the person I was I felt I needed to tell him.

"Caspar," I paused. "You are a breath of fresh air."

He laughed and looked at me strangely, "what?"

"I just..." I shook my head. " All my life I've looked for someone who I could talk to for hours like this. Someone who I could intelligently discuss anything and everything. I mean we just sat there for 20 minutes having a debate over cheeses. I can't think of a better way to spend my afternoon."

I smiled and looked at the ground, shaking my head.

"You're something special Caspar Lee,"

I looked back up and into his eyes.

"I mean, for a slut."

He burst out laughing at my moment-crushing remark.

"Oh I was just waiting for that. I knew you wouldn't leave your sweet comments at that," he laughed and looked me straight in the eyes. "You're an asshole."

"Is that anyway to talk to the Queen of the Internet?" I scoffed, using my annoying nickname.

"That's it," he growled and started to get up. I was way too quick for him, I shot up with a squeal and ran to the waters edge.

He was right behind me, chasing after me as I screamed and ran until the water reached my shoulders. Once he caught up to me and I refused to go any further I turned around a splashed him to no avail.

He grabbed me and picked me up bridal style in his arms, holding me tight so I couldn't escape.

"Let me go," my small fist landed lightly on his chest in protest.

"Can you swim?" He asked.

"Do you think I would be frolicking in the middle of the ocean if I couldn't? Of course I-" before I could finish my sassy response I was flying through the air. He threw me as hard as he could and I landed about 7 feet away from him.

Before I knew what was happening I was submerged in the sea.

"How in the hell did you?" I screamed as I popped my head out of the water. "I'll kill you!"