Daydreamer: An Adele Fanfic

Chap. 2 Instagram Dreams

Adele's POV
After I decided Maria would be a good candidate, I needed to find out more about her. As far as I know, she could be a serial killer stalking me. I scrolled through her Instagram, but it was pretty solid. She was obviously tech savvy enough to know not to give away personal information online. This was going to be more difficult than I previously thought. I finally got to the last of her pictures. It said she was converting this account to an Adele fan account and she also so said if people wanted they could follow her private account. Her private account!!!! That was it. I'm sure she was just as careful on there, but one of her friends was bound to have posted something with a location. I requested to follow, desperately hoping she would accept me.

Maria's POV
I was at the state fair for Indiana, my state, which was the only fun thing that ever happened. I was sitting at a table in a very crowded pavilion, waiting for my food and minding my own business. I was alone at a table, which probably bugged a lot of people who had to stand. All of a sudden the door opens and a woman with short hair walked in. She was wearing a hat and sunglasses and all black, even though it was the dead of summer and heatstroke could be attained very easily. She scanned the room and her eyes settled on me and my empty table. No, no please don't ask to sit here. I want to eat my food in peace, not awkwardly trying to have a conversation with a stranger. However, my thoughts were to no avail. She walked over to me, seemingly trying to draw the least amount of attention to herself as possible. As she sat down, she asked me if I would mind sharing the table in a very heavy Cockney accent. An accent I'd recognize anywhere.  "Adele?" I whispered, trying to keep quite so no one would notice her.

"Damnit," she cursed, "how did you know it was me?"

"Well," I replied, trying my best to stay calm, "your wearing all black during a Midwest summer, so your obviously not from around here. Also, I'd recognize your voice anywhere. My name is Maria, by the way. Big fan, big fan."

"Hi Maria," she said with a sigh, her face growing stoic, "I'm sure you desperately want to scream and take a picture and get an autograph so let's get this over with." I was taken aback. She sounded so exasperated that it hit me how much she really despised being famous.

"I um... I don't really need those things of it will upset you. I'd be content just sitting and talking for awhile."

"Really?" She looked so shocked when I said this.

"Of course, what kind of a fan would I be if I didn't abide by your wishes."

"Wow that's amazing. Do you want to..."

I suddenly heard my alarm clock go off. "Noooo" I groaned. It was all just a dream. What a bad way to start the day. I picked up my phone to see what was happening in the electronic world when I noticed I had a follow request on my private account. That was rare, considering I'm never on it. The handle was sashacarter which intrigued me. It was a private account with no posts, followers, and they weren't following anyone. I requested to follow them, as I do with all accounts I don't recognize. I had some assumptions of who it was, of course, but they seemed pretty far fetched to be true.