Long Way To Go ⇴ Syndisparklez

Chapter 5: IMPOSTERRRRR!!

A/n: Sorry if this chapter isn't as long or good as the others, I don't feel too well about this Cyndago "Incident". Anyways, I'll try to make this a bit more up-beat for y'all

https://www.facebook.com/Cyndago/posts/744142055713238

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'990 Twitter notifications'
'1000 Twitter notifications'
'1032 Twitter notifications'

The numbers kept on rising and didn't stop. Is this guy like a celebrity I don't know about?! Who gets that many Twitter notifications in a day?! And who is well-known on Twitter?! Maybe he's some American-only celebratory I don't know about? Or maybe someone who is on TV or something? Suddenly I heard the door open and Jordan stood there, and his face paled when he saw I had his phone. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. Shit.

"I-Umm...Your phone- It was... Umm.. It was-Uh-making a lot of noise! And I-I thought it was something..Uh.." I said, and I sounded so weak. I blushed slightly, I couldn't seem to come up with an excuse. "Oh.. Sorry... I probably should've turned off the notifications.." He replied, and there was suddenly an awkward silence. We just stared at each other for who knows how long. His face was flushed, his hair covering most of it though. He looked kinda cu--

'RIIIIIIIING. RIIIIIIIING. RIIIIIIIIIING.'

His phone started ringing extremely loudly, so I handed it to him. He immediately answered it, acting as-is that awkward moment didn't happen. "Hi?.....Jeez you're freaking loud.... No I-....... No ..... I just found out a couple hours ago, Mark... No I'm Uh- Im at someone's house right now... No I-.... They aren't murders calm down!...... Yeah... I have to go Mark, tell my mom I'll call her when I can.. Yep... Bye Mark." After about 5 minutes of talking to whoever was calling him, he hung up, shoving it in his pocket.

"Sorry.. My brother was freaking out." He said, and the silence returned (#SorryNotSorry). It was so very awkward. Why did I agree to this again? Oh yeah, Alice. "TOM!!! DOWN HERE!! NOW!" I heard come from downstairs, and I immediately shot up from the bed and ran out of the room with a quiet "got to go bye" to Jordan. Even though I rather not talk to the douche, I didn't want to sit there in awkward silence with Jordan either, so I decided to talk to him.

"Tom. Who is he?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"The boy upstairs."

"I told you he's a... Friend."

"Thomas don't lie to me." I looked at Alice and she hung her head, either he was better at sniffing out the truth or my sister spilled it to him. I'm going with the second one because of the look on my sisters face. "Don't call me that." I shot back. "I can call you whatever I want because your my son--" I glared up at him, and he immediately went quiet. I hardly noticed the woman who was behind him. She was dressed neatly in a light blue shirt and some black pants. "I am not your son." I whispered harshly. Could you blame me?

"Tom. Who is he?" The girl spoke up from behind him. Alice smiled at her voice, and it sorta pissed me off. But of course, I didn't let it show. I didn't even know the lady anyways. "I told you. He's a friend." I lied. Why am putting my ass on the line for this guy?! I guess it's like asking why you would save a puppy from being hit by a car, it's just so defenseless you have to help. Did I just compare a guy to a puppy about to get hit by a car?

"Why are you lying Tom?! I know the truth, just say it." This slippery guy... Squeezed the answer out of my sister. "Make me"

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"I'm really sorry, Tom. I just couldn't lie to him!" Alice apologized, nearly ripping out the carpet. We were sitting in the floor, I refused to leave this spot. He humiliated me in front of my sister, in front of Jordan, in front of his stupid girlfriend! My blood was still boiling. "It's fine Alice. It's not your fault that I got dragged up the stairs by my hair to get locked in a closet for an hour and then be let out by a girl." Alice frowned, crossing her legs and sighed.

Jordan was sitting in the corner of the room, they didn't like him. Of course, who would like a random 19 year old that their 16 year old daughter and son brought into the house. He was constantly getting phone calls, and his Twitter notifications continued to have a seizure. It was annoying. Basically felt like going insane. Hearing the same exact noise. Over. And over. Again. But I didn't say anything, since he all his phone calls sounded serious. But it didn't make sense.

No normal person gets that many Twitter notifications, and not that many phone calls because they were locked out of their home country. He was on the phone with who I assumed was his mother by the loud feminine sobbing and him saying 'mom calm down' to point out the obvious. "Why do you think he's so popular?" Alice asked to try to get off the subject of my embarrassment. "No f**king clue. I've been wondering the same thing." I replied.

"He can't be a business man, he's only 19."

"And he can't be a political person or a celebrity, he doesn't act like one at all." We debated. We probably sounded like complete idiots and the answer was probably obvious. "Well maybe we can do some research!" Alice whisper-yelled like a complete nerd. I cocked an eyebrow.

"How the hell do we do research on him?!" I questioned. You can't just look up "everyone in America" and immediately get a correct answer and get a written paper of their life story. "Google him!" I gave her a look that said 'are you kidding me?!'. "I don't think you know how the Internet works, Alice." "No no, trust me! Famous people are always on Google! Worth a shot, right?" Alice asked. "All we have to do is look up his first and last name and it might work.. Maybe...".

"Have you done this before..? Are you some kind of stalker??" I asked. "No... That's not important! What's his last name!?" Alice pulled out her phone and stared at the screen, waiting for me to answer. I looked around, trying to remember. "Uh.. Jordan Maroon... Jordan Maron. I think it was Jordan Maron." I answered. Alice laughed like a little kid, mocking me for saying maroon. We huddled together like penguins or children watching something they aren't supposed to watch. I was surprised to see that something actually came up.

'Jordan Maron- Twitter

Jordan Maron - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

CaptainSparklez - YouTube

CaptainSparklez - Wikitubia

Jordan Maron - Net Worth

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A/n: I had to look up his name and copy it on here. Your welcome society, that's what I contributed to you xD. Any of you reading this watched BuggieBugz twitch stream? (not sponsored at allllll)

Anyways, I was set a challenge by TheLemonadeStand to answer questions so.. If ya want to see that it's literally called '11 Questions Challenge'. So yeah...
Bye.