Forget Me Not

Chapter 1

{Iona's POV}
{May 20th, 2016}

"I'm sorry, Iona, but you've got a one in a billion chance of winning a meet n greet or signing thingamabob with Mark or Jack or any of them. But I mean, at least we'd still have each other."

A loud, breathy, sad sigh escaped my lips as my friend's words sunk in.

Adjusting my Bluetooth headphones, I continued scrolling through Instagram, quietly double tapping a picture or video here and there.

"I wish that wasn't the case. I want to meet Jack, or-or Mark, or any of the other YouTubers I watch -- and I want to meet them bad. Really, really bad," I responded and took a breath before continuing. "They're my idols, my heroes, my saviors. When dad left mom and I, before I met you, they were the only people that could make me smile and laugh. I was depressed and lonely, and they were there for me during that time. I want to thank them for it. You get it, right?"

I adjusted my shoulder into a more comfortable position, where I was laying on it and it wasn't numb.

I heard a rustle of movement from his end of the call and a "Yeah, I get it. I admit, it would be the most awesome thing ever to meet Felix or one of them."

I put my phone on charge and turned it off, placing it on the pillow as I got up and wandered across the room, hearing Josh mutter aimlessly about his game.

"Y'know, I'm glad we at least can be together during all this. Persuading my dad for a ticket wasn't easy, and it's a surprise that he said yes." Josh piped up, making me sigh again.

"That's true," I said solemnly. "Hey, did you even enter any of those giveaways like I told you to? It sounds like you didn't."

I could practically hear Josh grimace. "I did, but only because you told me to. I doubt I'll win though."

Chuckling, I tapped my fingers against my headphones for a moment. "Hey, you never know. Knowing your luck, I bet you won one."

I slowly sat down in the comfortable black rolling chair placed in front of my small, surprisingly neat desk. Turning on my laptop, I checked Twitter and skimmed over most of the tweets. I giggled at a picture of Mark that appeared on screen, the one where he had on sunglasses that had the word "ass" on both lenses and he was with Jack. Liking and retweeting it, I then remembered VidCon.

I sat quietly for a moment, listening to the absentminded Josh on the other end of the line. The glow of the LED lights in my headphones' speakers reflected on the wall, a gentle blue that went from dim to bright depending on how loud Josh was.

Remembering how VidCon notifies people that they got a meet n greet, I immediately went to my email. Holding my breath, I noticed a bunch of new emails in my junk folder.

I crossed my fingers, slowly clicking the "Junk" folder of my emails.

I looked through the names of each emailer.

One from Facebook, one from Instagram...

And one single noreply email.

I immediately started to freak. Bouncing in my seat, I clicked the blue link.

I read the email --

and screamed.

I was crying. Screaming.

Joy flooded through me.

"I GOT IN! I GOT IN!!!" I yelled as loud as possible, jumping up from my seat and running around the room.