fanboy ; rarl

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(a/n: i cannot believe this hit 10k today, thank you guys so much, you guys are everything!! ily all! in honor of this im doing a wicked long chapter!!)

carl's pov

"unknownron8 is calling you"

i answered as quick as possible and i saw ron, my idols face on the screen.

"well hello cutie carl" he smiled. i ledgit almost cried, but i kept it in.

"hey unknownron8" i teased, laughing.

"shuttt it" ron blushed.

"meeting you was amazing" i said.

"the feelings mutal" ron replied. "hey did i ever tell you ive loved your fan account since you made it?" ron asked.

mY CELEBRITY CRUSH STALKED ME FOR A LONG TIME (goals @Michael5SOS love me)

"are you kidding?" i questioned.

"strike me dead if im lying" ron replied. leaning back in his bunk (tour bus bunk)

"wow." i gasped, "but why did you never follow me?"

"waited for the right moment of course" he responded.

"hey ron?"

"yes, cutie?"

"are-e we friends?"

"of course."

"just so you know, that means alot to me" i told him, crying on the inside.

"i know" ron smiled, "anyways emough of the mushy stuff. i wanna know about you."

"what do you want to know?"

"lets play never have i ever" ron suggested. i nodded in agreement.

"you go first" i said.

"ah, okay. hmm. never have i ever been to a concert besides my own."

"i have" i replied.

"whod you see?" ron asked.

"ive seen my favourite band twenty øne piløts twice, panic! at the disco once, one direction, yours, and halsey" i told him.

"you saw twenty øne piløts you lucky duck" ron said.

"i love tøp, theyre so beautiful."

"they are, josh is daddy."

"innaproprite, mr. anderson." i said.

"says the one who called me daddy multiple times on twitter." he smirked.

"shh" i blushed. "okay, my turn. never have i ever kissed a girl."

"i have, ugh. a girl from back home. lets not talk about it" ron announced.

"oh-h okay" i said.

"never have i ever dyed my hair" ron stated.

"i have. i did lilac, im back to natural now but i want to go maybe pastel blue" i told him.

"i bet the lilac looked adorable." ron flirted.

"i looked pretty smol" i said.

"smol beans" rom laughed.

"youre a smol bean, smol bean." i replied.

"no im daddy. youre smol bean" ron commented.

"oh my, naughty." i responded.

"oh yeah" ron laughed.

"this is a boring game" i admited.

"i couldnt agree more. what are at a 10 year olds sleepover?" ron said.

"hey my sleepovers were lit" i fired back.

"lit like my sisters parties" ron said.

"you have a sister?" i asked, confused.

"exactly."

"ohhh, o-h" i slouched.

"cutie i was kidding" ron said.

"i know" i smiled back.

"tell me about your life growing up"
ron asked.

(may be triggering: depressing, self harm, suicidal thoughts, abuse, family deaths. you have been warned. if any of you guys ever need to talk, just message me im here for yall, i love you guys)

my mind went bonkers with the thoughts of my past. my past was terrible. you guys didnt know that about me.

"u-m-m" i stuttered.

"oh, im sorry. you dont have to-" ron said.

"no, i want to. ive been dying for this conversation with you." i replied.

ron nodded, "only if youre okay."

"so, um. my mom and dad got in a bad ca-ar accident when i was almost 14." i started.

rons face dropped to a frown.

"i cant do th-his if its going to make you sad." i said.

"im fine, love." ron replied.

"so, my mom died in it. god bless her soul. she was amazing. she helped me through anything. and my dad was drunk driving and she died. i still hate my dad for that. he took my mom-m away" i said, as a tear dripped from my eye. "he got worse. he became abusive. hed tre-eat me like his slave and he abused m-me. thats when i fell into depression. i started self harming, i was bad. but, then i found you around that time too. when my dad found out i was gay, he called me bad things and broke my wris-st. that was the same day my dad was shot in a bar fight later on. that time i felt worthless-s. i was don-ne. i lost-t my fight, i thought it was over. but, then, thank god you did. you posted-d a thing about how suicide is never the answer and i stayed. that was the same day i never harmed myself again. i ended up moving in with my cool auntie who happens to be gay as well. shes amazing. she helped me dye my hair. i still live with her. shes the best. she basically became my mom. i refer to her as mom, cause shes a great one. and youre a great idol. so thank you." i explained everything. my tears were pouring down my face. ron was crying too.

"carl?" ron asked.

"yeah?" i answered.

"youre a fighter. your story just touched my heart." ron told me.

"i am?"

"you stayed alive. just like tøp says too. you are a fighter. you didnt lose the battle, you won. im so proud of you" ron added.

i smiled, "i love you."

"i love you too" ron said out of nowhere.

"wait what?" i questioned.

"you heard me" ron replied.

"y-you love me?" i asked.

"how couldnt i? and always have." ron told me.

i was blushing, happy crying now.

"you are the best" i said.

"you are cutie carl" he smiled.

"hey ronnie?" i asked.

"yes, love?"

"are you coming back to georigia soon?"

"ill be there in a few days, trust me. and were hanging out." ron stated.

"are you serious?" i shouted, happily.

"yes, of course."

"i cant wait!" i blushed.

"carl, love. i have to get some sleep. ill call you tomorrow." ron said.

"okay." i smiled.

"i love you carl grimes."

"i love you more ron anderson."

and he hung up.