Their Wattpad Love

Chapter 11

*Briella's POV*

Nick was sweet, but I wasn't really "into" him. After all, I liked Cameron.

So how come, every day after school that week, Nick was the only thing on my mind?

We continued to talk on Wattpad. And I finally got around to reading his book. It was so...real. He wrote with so much passion, like he had went through everything the main character had.

I mean, read this: As I lied awake that night, staring up at the ceiling, I thought about my dad. I wondered again why he treated me the way he did. I thought that after losing Mom to cancer, we would grow closer. But now it was like all he wanted was to get away from me. I didn't understand it. How could my own father make me feel invisible?

See? It was amazing! I was always hungry for more. Luckily, he had completed the book, so I could just go ahead and read the next chapter without having to wait for an update. I made sure to comment on every chapter. I wanted to show him how good of a writer he was, and how much I liked his book.

It was the least I could do after he'd read all my books.

As I read The Lonely Boy, I began to wonder where Nick got his inspiration. And then it struck me. What if the reason behind his intense, on-point writing was...he really had gone through what the character was experiencing?

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*Nick's POV*

I felt like I could tell @b_2000 anything, and I didn't even know her name.

But I told her about Copper, and all the fun times we'd shared. About his death, and how my dad hadn't given a crap about it. About how much I missed him.

She told me that she was going through a rough time with her best friend and that they hadn't spoken all week. She and her brother used to pick up her friend every day for school, she said, but the girl's sister had bought a car that they were driving now. They didn't talk at school, or text afterwards. I felt bad for her, but secretly, I was glad she had so much free time.

I felt bad for thinking that, but it was true. The more free time she had, the more she could talk to me.

Now, I just had to ask her her name. But I felt awkward doing it, after a whole week of texting and not knowing it.

I'd imagined her in my head, and what her name might be. I knew it started with a 'B,' but that was all. To me, she had dark hair and glasses. But bright blue eyes that made up for the frames. However, I couldn't place a name.

Finally, I did ask. I said it plain and simple: Btw, what's your name? Lol.

And she answered: Briella.

Hm. Not what I had been expecting. Briella... It was such a pretty name. Unique, too. And vaguely familiar. Perhaps I knew a Briella from school. But I couldn't think of any that might be in my classes. Besides, I think I would've noticed her by now.

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Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, though! I'll update again soon.