The Joys And Pains Of Writing Fanfiction

Chapter Three - After The Fact

Due to homework, running around with my mom and visiting my dad on Sunday I didn't get a chance to go on Wattpad.

Carol, my dad's girlfriend, has this rule that we can't sit on our phones the whole time we are there. Instead, we get to sit and twirl our thumbs in silence because there's only so many times you can ask someone what's new in a day.

I hate going there. I'm suppose to spend the weekend, but lucky for me, they live in a small two bedroom apartment, and there's no place for me to sleep. Mom and dad asked me if I would mind just coming over on Sunday's. I thought they joking! Dad picks me up at ten a.m. And mom picks me up at eight p.m.

I would skip Sunday afternoons all together but my mom thinks my dad will blame her so she makes me go.

This Sunday wasn't any different.

When I get to school Monday morning there's a buzz in the air. I look for Becca but can't find her. I keep my ears open while sitting in the cafeteria eating a banana and yogurt, my French notebook open in front of me, but I'm not paying any attention to my notes.
Everyone is talking about the interview.

The bell rings, and everyone stands up to head to their first class. I move with the flow.

I've been thinking about the Q & A a lot. Especially R5x6. I wonder if R5x6 is a writer? I should look them up. The questions she's asked weren't your normal questions. I mean, they were a little deeper. After I closed the interview Becca and I went back and reread it. R5x6 jumped around a lot. It was almost like a different person asking questions at times. It was weird, and I couldn't get it out of my head.
I plan to look R5x6 up, but not until I get home. I couldn't chance someone seeing me on a computer at school.

By lunch time, I realize Becca isn't in school today. I text her at the beginning of study hall but she never texted me back.

Hailey and her crew didn't say anything about the interview. I think she's mad because SmileyR5 stopped answering her questions.

After I eat I pull out a notebook and start s plot outline for my next story. I really like the idea from R5x6 for a story about Rocky. I always found Rocky sweet and funny. He just seems like the type who would be a great buddy who's always there for you, but maybe I should write a story about him.

The hard part is to make it romantic. I like to picture myself in my leading ladies and when I picture that there's no other Lynch I would rather be kissing and making out with then Riker Lynch, even if it's in my head.

I start the outline but don't get far into it.

Closing the notebook I return it to my backpack and head to my next class even if I'm ten minutes early.

School is boring when Becca isn't here. I'll have to remember to tell her.

***

Becca has strep throat. She started getting sick Saturday after she left my house and by Monday morning she was dying. She sent me a text earlier explaining everything to me and that she was going to the doctor's later, I haven't heard back from her.

After I grab a snack I go to my room and turn on my laptop. Pulling the tee shirt that's over my tank top off, I drop it on the floor and kick off my shoes. Taking my computer to my bed I sit down.

1007 messages.

Yikes! This is going to take a while. I open up the messages and start to read them. Many are just readers thanking me for the interview. Some are questions that I didn't answer and I have six from R5x6.

'Hi smileyR5,
You signed off before I could ask you if it would be okay to contact you privately. I figured since you couldn't answer I would send a message anyways. It could be better, because it's one on one instead of in front of all your readers. You have quite a fan base, that's pretty cool!
Anyways, I hope this fines you well and I hope that you write back. I'm afraid I freaked you out and I want to assure you I'm not some crazy psycho stalker. I would really just like to get to know you better. Thanks for your time! -R5x6"