Fictional Affection

Chapter Four

Okay so I was reading over my book after I published it and oh god I found like a billion spelling mistakes,typos,etc.

So sorry if you'll see any more in this chapter because I'm multitasking right now!

Enjoyyyy

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Chapter Five

What happened yesterday came at me like a canon. Immediately, I took several screenshots, slightly excited but scared as hell. Maybe they were just look a likes, maybe not. But why tumblr? Tumblr was the home of fangirls, hippies, edits and photography. Why on earth would fictional characters have it? It sounded quite hilarious, if you think about it. People from books and tumblr. Huh. Obviously, after finding Oliver Dabert's tumblr, my stalking mode switched on once again, and I started brainstorming ideas of hacking into his account and stealing his email. I soon fell asleep fantasising about him, drooling all over my pillow and nearly dying from hyperventilation.

So now, here I am, awake and alive with my usual bed hair, actually caring about what to wear for once, glaring at my round face. I usually have hockey practice after school every Mondays and Tuesdays, and the principal allows us to wear whatever we want the whole day. I usually settle for clothes that'll make me look as out of place as a flamingo with a tortoise head, or simply my school uniform. The only reason why people join team sports is so they can be free about their clothes, most wearing the shortest skirts and shorts that'll count as underpants, and some crazy guys even turn up without a shirt. But some just wear comfortable clothes, because, you know, it's obviously better than heavy kilts and stockings. Like me.

But today I wanted to wear something that'll grab Oliver's attention. I was frowning, concentrating, very carefully examining my features, wondering whether I was completely ugly or simply unnoticeable. I thought about Skye's clear skin, endless legs and soft hair; and only wondered why Skye would ever think herself as unattractive. I was also surprised from the fact that no one besides the Fictional Characters (my new awesome and creative name representing all the characters from Emily Jane's books.) had re-blogged, liked or commented, as if their blogs were a secret between them all. Then how could I see it?

It was strange. I decided against dressing up and threw random casual clothes together, and quickly threw my hair up into a bun that resembled a crazy monster from the Nether, and trudged towards the kitchen where I knew breakfast was awaiting me. Of course, I had my phone hidden between the folds of my baggy jacket, and I occasionally checked up on my Instagram while the rest of the family thought I was joining the conversation. Mum and dad hated it when I was 'antisocial'. I wasn't. I was simply socialising with the rest of the world.

After having, I don't know, about three pancakes caked in Nutella I got up, ready to leave. I hate it when those people who think they're inspirational on tumblr go "Yolo, so exercise!". NO. ONE. LISTENS. TO. YOU. No one will. I reckon if I said "Yolo, so get fat!" The whole world will listen to me! Why waste your only life exercising simply for the sake of looking good, when you can spend so much useful time lounging and eating those lovely oil and salt coated potato chips? I can be such a good leader sometimes. After excusing myself, I grab my bag and walk out into the cold morning air, ready for school.

I could tell from the look of the cloudy sky, it was going to rain. I smiled in satisfaction and made my way to the bus stop, laughing at the thought of heavy rain washing off the makeup of the girls as the bus stop, showing their true ugliness. I arrive and found that no, the the girls were not crying about the rain that will soon fall upon them, but they're all gawking and attempting to flirt with a Mysteriously new boy at the bus top. After taking a closer look, I realised it is in fact the one and only John Everlee, aka the boy I smashed into yesterday afternoon.