The Fifteen

Chapter 4: Call Me Maybe

Illa's POV:

When the light shines on the person, I see a guy around my age, maybe a little older, but I don't recognise him. Does he know me?

"Hey, what's your name?" I ask.

"Adam." His voice is ruff and his reply is short. His adam's apple bobs.

"I'm Illa, Illa Masterfield." I say, half-lying. But he look like he bought it. A white lie wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Adam Shannon." I am caught off-guard. I know that name. Adam Shannon. Who was he? And why did I know his name? I gather my thoughts and nod.

"I know that name." But how?

"Yeah, everybody does." He chuckles, "I'm a writer."

Oh, that's it? Wait, he wrote 'Life Pixels'? (A/N: The book is made up. Sorry, if you were going to look for it.) Where Kyle dies, Max ends up with Tyler, whom I deeply depise, and Hannah is alone and pregnant? Does that mean-"Can I get an autograph?" My response is. Wait, autograph? He ruined a perfectly good plot, I mean, do I seriously want the autograph of a plot killer? Mr Plot Killer. Haha. 'Mr Plot Killer would like to see you now.' I imagine billboards everywhere with the words, 'Mr Plot Killer Strikes Again' in an aurora of colours and a picture of Adam Shannon as a giant, close to stepping on a building. Why? I don't really know for sure.

"Uh, sure. I guess. Illa?" His voice disturbs the slience and makes my imagination switch off.

"Yeah, thanks."

"No problem. Although I've never met a fan before." What?

"How?"

"I just haven't, I guess. I live in London."

"Oh." That explains it. His fans are mostly based in Australia, New Zealand and the USA. I would know,.

"Yeah, anyways, what do you want me to sign?"

"This," I pull out a blue sparkly pen and a piece of grey card. "Here." I shove it in his face and he writes in cursive.

'To Illa, may your hope continue to grow and blossom. May your readiness prepare you for life's furture. May you find love as true as Lelia Simins' love from Life Pixels, Adam Shannon.' Nice note, Mr Shannon. His writing twirls around the card and varies in similar sizes. He walks over to the lily pod across the road and comes back. Adam draws the lily on the card and tucks the lily in the part between my ear and my hair. He nods in satistifaction and beams at me, "Here," He hands me the card. "You look pretty. I mean not that you weren't pretty before, I mean-"

I place my finger to his lips, "I know what you mean." He did all that for me? Why? His lips are tingly against my index finger.

He breathes in, slightly as if he heard me, he answers, "Illa, I know it hasn't been long, only like 20 minutes but, I'm starting to like you. I think I have a crush on you, Illa Masterfield."

Uh, what do I say to that? He just hits me with a big bomb and I don't know what to do. So I do the only thing that happens when I'm nervous, I spew words, mostly involving questions, "You know if you think about it, 20 minutes is pretty long. You'll never get that 20 minutes of your life back. I mean where do you go in life? Does it really matter if you succeed or fail? When you fail, do you succeed in failing or fail in succeeding or is it the other way around, so that you would fail in failing and succeed at succeeding? I mean it would make sense if everyone failed at succeeding, would it not? And succeeding, I mean what is that exactly? Do you succeed in succeeding while everybody around you fails in succeeding or succeeds in failing, whenever one it is? Or do you fail in failing with everybody around you succeeding at failing and failing in succeeding too? Is that different? Are they the same things, just with different possible outcomes? Crushes, they're like, when the pressure gets to a certain point and it crushes the thing, like the boat, the vehicle or whatever. My first crush was when I was three, there was this guy and he was neighbour at that time. We always played with each other and our families were mutual friends. He was really nice, come to think of it, but then he had to move to Nebraska in America, basically on the other side of the world. America is a really big country, I've never been there before. I really want to go to the Statue Of Liberty, I read that it was given to America by the french people, which I think is nice. Don't you agree? French people are nice. I would love to have a crossiant one day in france and smile, because of the pleasure I find in doing it. I took french when I was ten and it was terrible, there was this teacher that-"

"Illa."

"-absolutely hated me. She picked on me to answer all the questions, so now I'm fluent in french. I can sing in french too and count backwards from one hundred. Renee is the only one that doesn't think it's at all absurd. I even think it's absurd. I mean-"

"Illa."

"-just because I do it doesn't mean it's normal. I'm okay with not being normal. It's fine. Being normal can be slightly boring. You have to bring your own qualities into this. You have to, it seperates you from the others and makes you, well you. No matter how cheesy this sounds-"

"Illa. Stop. You're cute when you talk endlessly. It's quite entertaining to watch." Mr Plot Killer says, a humored grin across his face.

I pout, "No, I'm not. This is ridiculous, I'm leaving. Goodbye Mr Plot Killer."

"Mr Plot Killer eh? Haha," He snorts, "I'm touched you already have a nickname for me."

"Get over yourself." I walk away, sad because Renee wasn't even there and I had to endure Mr Plot Killer.

I glance over the note and read the fine print, '027 196 8534, Call Me Maybe.' with a drawn winking face.

Maybe not, Adam Shannon.

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Chapter Four is up, there's slow progress but it's progress all the same. Is it moving too fast? I have an idea in store for Adam Shannon, you might not agree with it but hey, it's my story. I need someone for the role of Adam Shannon, any ideas? Anyone. I'm open to ideas, just give me a pm or comment it below. Will Adam win over the heart of Illa? Does the song go with the chapter? Updates next week, if there are any, will be slower than usual because I have exams the week after next, but studying for the subject I'm the worst at. Please Follow, Comment, Vote and Share.

(Pic Of Hamish) Meh. I'm thinking of changing it though. Should I?