Not Normally (our 2nd life Fanfic)

Chapter 1

"'Normally, when I'm this close to someone, I don't feel this way at all. Everything feels awkward and...weird. But here, with you, on a night just like this one, I feel like I can do anything. It feels good to be standing here alone with the one I really love.' 'As long as I'm with you, I don't care where I am. As long as it's with my chin resting against your forehead, up against the moonlight.' 'I couldn't ask for anything more.' 'Neither could I.' 'I hope you know that I lo-'" Que, um, light shower. I hate when that happens. You're having the best dream ever and all of a sudden your noisy bedroom decides to interrupt your sentence. Exuse me, I'm sorry, did the middle of my sentence interrupt the beginning of yours? Didn't think so.

Everything has been so weird in my life lately. Nothing has been what it is. What it is, it would've been, and what it couldn't be, it would. Total Alice in Wonderland moment. Although my dreams have been pretty normal, well, for me at least. Exept that one. To be honest, I had no clue what was really going on. All I know was it was me, and some tall guy, and we were very close. Literally. For now, even though I have no clue who it was, I'm going to imagine it was Connor Franta, easily the most adorable guy to ever walk the earth. When people ask me my celebrity crush, I say nothing and just stare at them until they get a clue.

I make YouTube videos as well, they are not nearly as good, or as popular, as Connor's, though. I'd say my videos are higher quality than others, but I only have 104,000 or so subscribers, aside from Connor who has more than 1 million. He would never even know I existed.

One day my best friend Rosy and I got back from Starbucks with our latte and flopped down on the couch at our dorm to watch a movie. (Mind you, I'm 19, I'm perfectly able to go to college.) I filmed a little vlog as we drank our Starbucks and watched Mean Girls for about the 10000000th time. I got a comment once I had edited and uploaded my video on my vlog channel saying to follow @trevormoran on twitter. I responded saying I already was, not even paying attention to who wrote it at first. When I did, I realized it was O2L. I. Screamed. Rosy came over to me and tried to calm me down, but when she saw why I was screaming, it was no use. She let out a scream even more ear-piercing than my own. As soon as that happened, I deleted my reply and re-replied saying that I would direct message him. And, sure enough, Trevor Moran was following me on Twitter!