'@NiallOfficial check out @fly_in_the_Sky! I swear she's the perfect girl for you!'
'Oh my god!! @NiallOfficial should totally go out with @fly_in_the_Sky!! They would be so amazing together!'
'Ok Directioners it's our mission to get @NiallOfficial and @fly_in_the_Sky to meet. They're obviously meant to be'
'@NiallOfficial and @fly_in_the_Sky are
scary alike o_o they would be good together'
'As much as I want @NiallOfficial to marry me, I know that @fly_in_the_Sky would be so much better with him'
When fans get ahold of something they believe in, it goes viral fast. Just look at #SexySam. He just got caught in a photo of One Direction at a concert and now every directioner knows who he is.
So as my Twitter feed continued to blow up about the same girl, I couldn't help but wonder where they'd found her. Was she a really popular fan who somehow manipulated everyone to tweet her to me? Or was she really just someone who one person had an opinion about and shared it all over the web?
"Hey mate," I called, attracting over Zayn. "Have you ever heard of someone on Twitter called @fly_in_the_Sky?"
He frowned at my computer screen with me, skimming over all the tweets about her.
"I can't say that I have. Check out her profile. Maybe she's famous or something."
I did as he said and clicked the blue username. Her header looked as if it was straight off of tumblr. But sure enough, it was her on a sunny beach looking back at the camera mid laugh. Her profile picture was of a gorgeous tan, blonde girl and a slightly shorter red head each holding one end of a baseball bat as the stood on a professional field. Judging by her other pictures, she was the blonde. I read her bio.
'Hey there stalker! Skylar's the name, softball's my game. Catch me on the beach or on the field;) I play guitar almost as good as I play with a bat'
"I'm not going to deny it," said Zayn, "she's beautiful."
"Yeah," I agreed, going on to read some of her tweets.
'Why does everyone keep saying Niall Horan should meet me? We're on different continents!'
"Where does she live?"
"Brentwood, Los Angeles," I replied, remembering her location from her bio.
'@FirstBaseFelicity got thrown out of the game again:p she just can't keep her mouth shut'
Attached to the tweet was a picture of the same red head from her profile picture screaming at an umpire. I kept reading the comments.
'@FirstBaseFelicity: that call was bull! She was OUT! I so got to the base first!'
'@fly_in_the_Sky: then call it up with Coach chica! He's gonna kick you off the team if you keep getting thrown out'
'@FirstBaseFelicity: just shut up and come over.'
"That little red head's got a temper," I laughed and scrolled to the next tweet.
'Duke is officially the best dog ever! Lmao'
There was a link to a video and I clicked on it.
"Ready Duke?" She cooed. The large Rottweiler barked in reply and wagged his stump of a tail so hard that his whole back end shook. She laughed and threw a baseball up in the air and whacked it with her bat. The ball went soaring, and so did the dog. He soon returned with the ball in his mouth and gave it back, ready for her next hit.
The video ended and I found myself smiling. Her smile was contagious.
"Niall," said Zayn softly, "I think the fans are right."
